Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 3 Then Find Someone He Likes
Song Wei came to pick Song Yuanbao home from school.

The father and son walked in front, Wen Wan held Song Yuanbao's textbook and followed behind, staring at the rows of unfamiliar words on it, trying to find out the one that was written down outside the private school just now.

From time to time, I could hear the conversation between the father and son.

The seven-year-old child always has endless questions about why. The man did not show any impatience because of this, and he answered his son with the same voice, which sounded peaceful and steady.

The sun was westward, obliquely casting the shadows of the three people on the field ridge.

At the fork between Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village, Song Yuanbao turned his head and extended his hand to Wen Wan.

Wen Wan froze for a moment, but didn't react immediately.

Song Yuanbao reminded her, "I've read the book, where are the sugar cakes?"

Wen Wan heard the words and returned the textbook to Song Yuanbao, she had already found the word she learned today and wrote it down.

Song Yuanbao put the textbook back into the book bag, and took out the sugar cake from Wen Wan's back basket.

Open the cloth bag, as always, there are two.

Song Yuanbao couldn't wait to stretch out his little claws to grab one.

Originally, she and Song Yuanbao used to go to eat and study under the big locust tree not far away.

Today, there was the embarrassing scene just before the private school, Wen Wan is still guilty, thought about it, and handed the last sugar cake to Song Wei.

Song Yuanbao took a bite of pancakes, his mouth was vague, "This stupid girl who can't speak is a bit stupid, but the skill of pancakes is pretty good, dad, you have to try."

Wen Wan: "..."

Song Wei didn't answer, and turned around to teach his son, "Is this how you help people?"

Song Yuanbao lowered his head, munched on the sugar cake, and kicked the stone lightly with his foot.

"Also, you should call her sister." After a while, Song Wei spoke again.

Song Yuanbao had finished nibbling the cake, and was picking at each other's fingers without saying a word.

Tomorrow the private school will be closed for ten days, as usual, Song Yuanbao will not teach Wen Wan to study today, and tomorrow, Wen Wan will have to bring a large bag of hot boiled edamame in addition to baking sugar cakes. Ken opened his mouth to teach her.

They parted ways at the fork in the road, and Song Yuanbao followed his father back to the Song family in Shanghe Village.

When I entered the door, I saw Mrs. Song carrying a steelyard, with a piece of meat hanging on the scale, and cursed, "Okay, Liu Sanhuo, who was paid a thousand dollars, if he didn't pay attention, he would give me a short scale, which was a full one or two. No, this matter can't just be left alone, I have to go to him to settle the score, and I have to ask him to make up for me today."

Liu Sanhuozi is a butcher in Shanghe Village, who got his name because he lost a front tooth.

Song Fang washed the rice and cooked it, washed the pan, wiped her hands and came out of the stove, "Oh my mother, I said you should calm down for a while, it's just a matter of one or two, and you took one for nothing. What about the pig's large intestine! He missed you by a tael, which just happened to make up the inside."

Song Fang is the old daughter of Song's father and Song's mother. She is a round younger than Song Wei, the third elder brother, and she is the same year as Wen Wan, who has just turned fifteen.

Mrs. Song snorted, "I buy his meat every now and then, and what's wrong with giving me a pig's intestine, it's not a valuable item. If he doesn't even want to part with it, if I don't patronize him in the future, his business will be ruined."

"..." Song Fang couldn't help muttering, "Is there anyone who buys meat like this? The last time I was given a piece of pork liver, and the last time I was given a pig heart. No matter how cheap it is, it's still money. If you buy it again, Liu The business of Sanhuozi's family is really going to collapse."

Song Yuanbao squatted aside, peeling the broad beans brought in from the field, "Grandma, did you forget to read the almanac when you went out?"

Mrs. Song slapped her forehead when she heard this, "That's not right! No wonder I'm so unlucky today."

Mrs. Song is superstitious, the kind who is obsessed to the core. If you go out to catch a market or go to the village to cut a piece of meat, you have to read the almanac in advance.

Hearing Song Yuanbao's voice, Mrs. Song realized that her eldest grandson had left school.

"Yuanbao is back?" Mrs. Song threw the meat to Song Fang, wiped her hands on the bib carefully, and came to hug her grandson.

Don't blame her baby, Dalang and his wife left early, leaving only such a single seedling, Erlang's family gave birth to three girls in succession, and Sanlang hasn't married yet, so there is no hope for the time being.

Song Yuanbao's status in this family can be imagined.

The seven-year-old is neither big nor small.

Song Yuanbao was used to being pained by his grandma, and she sat on the stool in his arms.

"Where's your father, why didn't you see anyone?" Mrs. Song hugged her precious grandson and scanned the courtyard, but she didn't see Song Wei.

"Go back to the house." After peeling the broad beans, Song Yuanbao threw the shells on the ground, which soon attracted several chickens to peck at them.

When Mrs. Song heard the words, she didn't disturb her.

Although Song Wei didn't go to school in the past few years, he didn't go to work in the fields. He usually helped copy books for the largest bookstore in the county, and occasionally made annotations for others.

Song Wei's talent is well-known throughout Pingjiang County. He has a unique understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics, and annotations are rare, so the prices of books with annotations are slightly higher, and he can earn at least five taels of silver a month. , I usually give Mrs. Song a lot.

Father Song is a carpenter, anyone who wants to break furniture will look to him, and he will help with the field work if there is nothing to do, and occasionally go out to hunt and take it to the town to exchange money.

Among the dozens of households in Shangxiahe Village, the Song family is the most well-off. Others live in thatched huts and mud-tile houses, and their green brick and tile houses are grand and spacious. Mrs. Song goes to take care of Liu Sanhuozi's business every two days, so there is no shortage. Those who earn money for meat and eat from the ground can only envy them.

Song Erlang and his wife had a bad fight with the old man a few years ago, and they had already separated, separated from here by a wall, and had dinner in their own house, so they didn't come over.

After dinner, Mrs. Song cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks in the stove, and Song Wei went in to boil water, preparing to bathe his son.

Mrs. Song took the opportunity to say: "Sanlang, it's not me, a mother, who is talking about you. You will be 28 years later, why don't you think about marriage?"

Song Wei paused while adding water to the pot with a wooden ladle, "I was born unlucky, it's no secret for a long time, which girl would dare to marry?"

He added, "Besides, even if there is a girl willing to marry, Yuan Bao may not like it."

In Song Yuanbao's perception, his biological mother died early, and if Song Wei got married, it would be equivalent to a continuation.

As a father, Song Wei naturally had to take care of his son's feelings.

"Then find someone he likes." Mrs. Song said, "You can't be single for the rest of your life."

Yuan Bao likes it?
Song Wei thought of something, and his mood moved slightly.

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Wen Wan got up early in the morning, baked sugar cakes, boiled edamame beans, and carefully filled water in a crock pot. As soon as she put on the basket and was about to go out, a strong premonition of uneasiness appeared unexpectedly.

She had a premonition that Song Sanlang would go with Song Yuanbao to wait for her under the big pagoda tree at the entrance of the village today, and then he was bumped into by Wang Zizi, who regarded them as adulterers/husbands/*** and beat Song Sanlang.

Wen Wan: "..."

I really don't know if it was Song Sanlang's bad luck that caught her, or she made Song Sanlang tired.

Wen Wan thought about it, and decided not to go, put down the basket, took out the wrapped sugar cakes and edamame, and sat in the house to eat.

"Hey, eating alone is going to make you a fool!"

The earthen window was opened by Song Yuanbao at some point, and a round head poked in.

Although he didn't say a word yesterday, he still listened to his father's words. He didn't dare to call Wen Wan a "boring girl", but he didn't call her sister, and just said "Hello".

Wen Wan put the edamame in her hand on the table and looked at him.

Song Yuanbao knew what she wanted to ask, hey hey twice, "I came in over the wall, anyway, there is no one in your house."

Wen's father went to the fields, Zhou's natal relatives held a full moon banquet, and took Wen Shun to drink early in the morning. There was really no one else in the Wen family except Wen Wan at the moment.

In a daze, Song Yuanbao had already crawled in through the window, grabbed a handful of edamame on the table, peeled it and said, "I just took my father to the big pagoda tree, and wanted him to teach you, but you didn't Go, what's the matter, don't you want to learn characters?"

(End of this chapter)