Farmers have children to raise

chapter 44
The fat black man met Baochun's gaze suddenly, screamed in surprise, slipped his hand, and fell down with a plop.

Seeing Baochun, he quickly walked around to the east courtyard wall, brother cheap, don't make a fool of himself, the key is that he is still under his own courtyard wall, there is no reason to explain it.

I ran out and saw that the fat black boy was squatting on the ground grinning and humming, but he immediately stopped humming when he saw Baochun.

Baochun went over to check Hei boy's arms and legs, and asked if he was fine, "Have you had breakfast?"

The fat black boy nodded, then quickly shook his head.

Baochun didn't look like he was looking for revenge. He didn't know what he wanted to do, so he had to say, "Let's eat first."

"Oh." The black fat boy answered, lowered his head slightly, followed Baochun into the house.

Seeing that the young lady went out to bring back the fifth young master, everyone present was stunned. Seeing that Baochun added a chair to the dining table, Lan Xiang hurriedly got up to pick up chopsticks and serve millet porridge.

As soon as the fat black boy entered the room, he peeked at Xiaojiu from time to time.

Grabbing a steamed stuffed bun in one hand, eating a little wine vigorously, she raised her head and gave him a sideways glance.

The fat black boy hurriedly looked away, and hurriedly grabbed the buns on the plate. Baochun missed the buns, but Baochun knocked his hand, "Wash your hands first." He climbed the wall and rubbed against the ground. I don't know if there are bacteria in the soil. How many.

The fat black boy went to wash his hands again. After washing his hands, he sat down and looked at the people around him eating his own food. He lowered his head and snorted first. The rice porridge was delicious, soft and fragrant, but After taking this bite, it actually went down half a bowl.

Looking around again, he slowly stretched out his thick, black and fat little hand, and grabbed two buns with one hand, looked around again, and then started to eat.

The steamed stuffed buns are also delicious, and the stuffing is old-fashioned and flavorful, but I can't tell what the stuffing is.

After putting down the chopsticks, Baochun saw that every plate was clean, Cheng Liang Cheng Liang, not even a single crumb left, he thought, the black fat boy is really a good-for-nothing, his son has enough to eat , Unexpectedly, he ate more than his son.

I really regret that he was so generous to let him in for dinner. The three of her and Uncle Lanxiang may not eat as much as him.

After the meal, the little fatty Hei hesitated and didn't mention to leave. After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up the courage and moved closer to Xiaojiu, "Well, well, let's go to father's school to practice."

When Baochun, who was holding a book and pretending to be pretending, heard it, he almost lost his voice, and said to himself, it turned out that this kid was beaten by his own ferocious brat.

It's more difficult to guess the mind of a man or a boy, okay?

Baochun also wanted his son to get in touch with other children more, and supported him, but he just told him not to forget to come back to study and do homework.

After the son was released, Baochun and Lan Xiang tidied things up, and Uncle Ma cleaned up the yard. Vegetables were no longer grown, and the general's mansion didn't make much sense to grow vegetables, but flowers and grasses could be planted.

At noon, my son came back, good guy, out of breath, exhausted, his head drooped all the time, and his body was bruised and purple.

What's going on here?Who beat the son?
Turning his head again, the fat black boy came back, oh, to be exact, he should have crawled back, holding on to the door frame, dangling his body, and the bruises that hadn't gone down were covered with new ones, and the whole thing was in the same tone. The color palette is weird.

"Is this a fight with someone?" Baochun asked while rubbing medicine on them.

Xiaojiu snorted.

"No." The fat black boy waved his hand, "It's father..."

Daddy General beat him?This is too cruel, besides, you can just beat your own son, why are you beating my son, it makes Baochun feel bad.

"...Father ordered people to train us...a group of people fought with us..." The fat black boy snorted, "That's it, hmph, they rely on the number of people, just wait, Xiaojiu and I Beat them up sooner or later."

Looking at his son's ruthless and dissatisfied eyes, Baochun finally understood that the general's father had let the crowd beat up his youngest son and grandson.

After a delicious lunch, the two children were alive and well again.

Seeing Xiaojiu writing, reading, and doing homework, the black fat boy came over, took a piece of paper, grabbed a pen, and studied.

Hei fat boy, although he eats a lot, his brain is not good, he doesn't know a few words, and he hasn't read many books. He is rushing towards the road of simple mind and well-developed limbs.

Baochun is not easy to push people away, so he had to take out Xiaojiu's elementary textbook for him to learn.

The most important thing is that this fat black boy doesn't look so obtrusive.

The two who had been beaten went back to the school grounds the next day. Early in the morning, Baochun, who was running around, saw another head protruding from the wall. When he saw his face clearly, he couldn't help but hey, this kid climbed the wall Addicted.

"I won't walk through the door." Baochun shouted.

The fat black man who was about to jump down heard it, but he stopped jumping. He said he would leave, turned around, and went down with a squeak. After a while, he opened the courtyard door and walked in.

Baochun doesn't even know what to say, you said you have climbed up, if you jump down next time remember to walk through the door, won't it be over?There is no turning point in this brain.

This time, I don’t need to ask, I quietly walked around Baochun’s front, went straight to the dining table, found a place to sit down, my buttocks were not touching the stool, thought of something, hurriedly stood up to wash my hands, and walked to Baochun , and deliberately spread his hands, turning them over and over again, which means, look, your hands are washed, and you can eat.

After having breakfast in a storm, the two of them wiped their mouths and left, full of fighting spirit.

Bao Chunxin said, this is not good, the black boy eats too much, it is okay to eat two meals a day, if this is eaten for a long time, the cost will be twice as much as before, remember to ask the general's father for the food expenses of the black fat man, as the saying goes Said, half a child, eat poor old man, if this black fat man is left in ordinary people's house, he will eat poor family.

When his son went to the school grounds, Baochun wanted to go to Daguo Temple to find out about Master Huizhen.

Lan Xiang wanted to take care of Xiaojiu at home, so Baochun asked Uncle Ma to drive a car to accompany her. She couldn't go alone because she was unfamiliar with the place. Besides, she was still a complete road blind, and she could faint in front of her own house. What else can you expect from her.

(End of this chapter)