Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

The little hoe took a look at Chang'an and saw that he had no objection, so he had to go back and continue the performance.

Sure enough, the scholar bought two bowls of wontons, one for Xiao Hoe and one for Chang'an.

Chang'an was not polite. He took the bowl and took two bites. He felt that the wontons were not as delicious as those made by his aunt, so he put the bowl aside.

Then she saw the child who called the little hoe a bad monster, circling the wonton bowl and peeking at her from time to time.

"Let me eat it for you." Chang'an said.

The child's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately picked up the bowl and started eating. In the end, he even licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

Chang'an continued to demonstrate the picture album with Xiao Hoe.

This time she told the story in more detail, including how Yan Chixia fought off the tree monster.

Just because she had read this story in Little Goldfish, not the text, but the entire animation.

After telling it for the second time, everyone seemed to be immersed in the story of the album.

Lu Jingzhou stepped forward and said, "Chang'an, can you sell this picture album to me?"

Changan nodded quickly.

She made moving picture albums firstly for fun, and secondly to make money, so she would naturally not refuse to sell them to others.

"I'll go back and give you two dollars. I'll take this album with me first," Lu Jingzhou said.

Chang'an nodded again and handed the album to Lu Jingzhou.

"Two passes?" The little hoe couldn't believe his ears, and his little eyes blinked with joy.

hey-hey! The little master is indeed a little master, everything she makes is valuable.

When everyone saw that the picture album had been bought, they knew they had no more time to read and dispersed with regret.

Only the yellow-haired kid didn't leave. He looked eagerly at Chang'an.

Changan didn't pay attention at first, but when she got the money and went home, the child still followed her to the door of her house.

The little hoe clenched his fists and shouted: "Why are you following us? Let's go! Go back to your own home!"

The boy was speechless and looked straight at Chang'an.

Chang'an also looked at him.

The boy was only about five or six years old. He was skinny, with thin yellow hair, and a small green birthmark as big as a thumb in the middle of his forehead.

"Whose child are you?" Chang'an asked.

The boy hesitated and answered honestly: "Children of the Zhao family."

Changan was confused: "Which village are you from?"

The boy pointed in the direction of Huaishu Village: "That village."

"Why don't you go home?" Chang'an looked at his clothes. He didn't look like a refugee who couldn't afford to eat. Why was he so thin? He looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

The boy looked gloomy and did not answer.

Chang'an saw that he didn't look like a naughty person, so he invited him into his home: "Then come in and sit for a while."

The boy's eyes instantly brightened, and he happily followed Chang An into the yard.

The little hoe glared at him and asked, "What's your name?"

Boy: "Zhao Yuan."

"How old are you?" Chang'an asked.

Zhao Yuan was at a loss.

No one told how old he was.

Chang'an took him to the table where she was doing handicrafts and asked him to sit down. She handed the two coins given by Lu Jingzhou to her aunt.

"Lu Jingzhou bought my album with two dollars." Chang'an proudly showed off.

Wu locked the money in the cabinet and asked her niece, "Chang'an, when will Mr. Lu return to his hometown?" Chang'an shook his head: "I don't know."

She hadn't paid attention to Lu Jingzhou's affairs.

Wu: "I'll ask Aunt Fang."

Then she went to the vegetable field to pull out some radishes and green vegetables, then took a jar of her own hot sauce and put it in the basket before going out.

Arriving at the new house at the entrance of the village, he stepped forward and patted the door.

The person who opened the door was Grandma Fang. When she saw Mrs. Wu coming with a vegetable basket, she smiled and said, "It's Xiuying, come in and sit down."

Mrs. Wu followed Nanny Fang into the kitchen, took out the vegetables in the basket, and the jar of hot sauce: "This hot sauce was just made today. I'll bring it to you and Mr. Lu to try."

Grandma Fang smiled like a flower, opened the lid of the jar and smelled it, "Thank you so much for thinking about it. Second Young Master likes your hot sauce the most."

The two chatted for a while, and Mrs. Wu asked, "I wonder when Mr. Lu will return to his hometown? Then I will make more for you to eat on the road."

Aunt Fang: "We are scheduled to set off on September 28th."

"Hey, isn't it just a few days ago?" Wu said, "I also want to dry the persimmons at home and bring you some."

Aunt Fang smiled: "Thank you for thinking of us. I haven't finished eating the dried red dates you sent last time."

Wu and Grandma Fang talked for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

When I got home, I saw two strangers in the yard.

One is a nanny in her thirties, wearing a blue muslin jacket and a long skirt of the same color. Her hair is meticulously combed, she has a round face, but her eyebrows are mean.

The other was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was holding on to Zhao Yuan's collar and said, "Young master, we have been looking for you for a long time. Why did you come here? Come back with us!"

Zhao Yuan fought with him with fierce eyes, using his hands and feet to try to break free from the boy's hands.

"Who are you? If you have something to say, what are you doing?" Mrs. Wu couldn't bear to see the child being grabbed by someone, and the collar tightened around his neck until his face was bruised.

The round-faced grandma turned to look at Wu, with an arrogant look on her face: "We are from the county magistrate's family. We have come to see my young master. What can I say to you?"

Wu frowned, feeling unhappy, but knew she couldn't stop it.

Zhao Yuan roared and struggled desperately, but he was very young and could not outshine a teenager.

Soon, he was carried out of the yard by the round-faced grandma and the boy.

Changan was very angry.

Zhao Yuan had been sitting obediently at the table reading the album, but these two people suddenly barged in and scolded her and the little hoe, saying that she abducted their young master.

Then he scolded Zhao Yuan, blaming him for running around and letting them search for a long time.

How could any servant dare to treat his master like this?

Changan always felt that something was wrong.

So he secretly went out through the back door, and from a distance he saw the round-faced grandma slap Zhao Yuan on the face and say something sternly.

The boy also slapped Zhao Yuan in the face and kicked him to the ground.

Chang'an was shocked and quickly told his aunt what he saw: "Aunt, two servants actually beat their master!"

Wu sighed: "Chang'an, the servant girl and the boy were sent by the county magistrate's wife to look after him. We have no control over them."

Even his parents let it go, so how could others interfere?

Moreover, it was obvious that the child was often abused, and it was impossible for the county magistrate and his wife not to know.

Since he knows but doesn't care, he must have given up on his son.

But why?

Last time, the county magistrate's wife took her eldest son back to the county town, but left such a young child alone in the countryside to be bullied by the servants. Could it be that the child was the bastard born to a concubine?

"Why can't you take care of it?" Chang'an felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought that Zhao Yuan might be continuously beaten by two adults, but he had no power to fight back and no one could save him.

Otherwise, I would give him a small bead tomorrow to make him stronger, and then fight back fiercely.