small farmer

Chapter 937 Poor Child (22)

"Crazy brother, mother said that wolves will eat you if you lie!" Mao Ya warned Zhang Feng with a cute face.

Hearing Mao Ya's words, Zhang Feng could only smile wryly!
"Hee hee, the lunatic is better now, he was educated by Mao Ya!" Yiyi couldn't help laughing as she looked at him who was devastated.

"Hey!" Zhang Feng couldn't help but sigh, the little brats are not easy to be fooled now!
It has to be said that with the development of modern information, the little kids have received more knowledge, and each of them has become a goblin.

You can see on TV and on the Internet that children of three or four years old can speak well, and their speech is even more disciplined than some adults. Performing a program is even more commonplace. , that is completely useless.

"It's better when we were young! Now the children are all mature!" Zhang Feng said with a sigh.

"Why are you still lamenting about life?" Yiyi sat on the chair beside her and asked with a smile.

"Hehe, you said that when we were young, we knew nothing, we could recite poems, we couldn't write, we couldn't sing and dance, and you said that if we were born two or thirty years later and grew up with today's little kids, wouldn't it be a failure? "Zhang Feng said with a wry smile.

"Is your hypothesis valid?" Yiyi reminded with a smile.

"Eh! That's true!" Hearing Yiyi's words, Zhang Feng couldn't help but smile wryly.

Different eras have different imprints of the times. Everyone believes that children are well-educated today, but it is not necessarily true that children are the happiest today. Even children today are under far more pressure than they were ten years ago.

Zhang Feng still remembers reading a piece of news not long ago, which said that a young mother enrolled her son in seven or eight classes in order not to lose at the starting line and to enroll her son in a key kindergarten. It's dancing, it's Chinese studies, it's science. I wish my son could be proficient in literature and martial arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and eighteen martial arts.

Unexpectedly, one day, the mother discovered that her child was bald!The hair fell down with a clatter, which terrified the young mother.

So the mother took the child to the hospital for an examination, and finally after questioning, the doctor warned her not to put so much pressure on the child, but to give the child more time to play and give the child a happy childhood.

When he first saw the news, Zhang Feng also lamented that it is not easy for parents and children in big cities, it is almost Alexander.

"Madman, that child is so pitiful!" After hearing Zhang Feng's news story, Yiyi said sympathetically.

Zhang Feng nodded in agreement. He felt that there is nothing wrong with hoping for a child to become a dragon. It is okay not to let the children lose at the starting line, but there is no need to exert too much force. In fact, as long as they are like most people, it is good to teach the children Commonly used words, some simple poems, just learn simple addition and subtraction, because you really don’t have to learn so many things before going to kindergarten.

Otherwise, once it arouses the child's weariness of learning, it will be counterproductive and the loss outweighs the gain.

"Crazy brother?" At this moment, Mao Ya timidly shouted to Xiang.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Feng turned his head and looked at Mao Ya curiously.

Seeing the madman staring at her, Mao Ya quickly pushed the little stone out: "Little stone, tell me."

Xiao Shitou strengthened his courage, then raised his head and puffed out his chest and said loudly: "Crazy brother, didn't you say that we would give you pine nuts if we beat your back?"

"Oh! I forgot about this, why didn't you tell me sooner!" Zhang Feng really forgot, just now he was busy talking about becoming a spirit with the little kid, and he forgot about the pine nuts.

"Hee hee! The lunatic's little life is very comfortable, and there are maids and servants around!" Hearing Xiao Shitou's words, Yiyi couldn't help joking.

"Ahem, didn't I just tease them?" Zhang Feng smiled sheepishly, and then said to the two little guys: "You wait here, I'll grab pine nuts for you!"

"Thank you madman!"

"Long live the madman!"

After eating, the little ones' mouths seemed to touch honey, which was too sweet.

Seeing her boyfriend bribed the little ones with a few pine nuts, Yiyi couldn't help but shook her head with a smile, it's a child's nature to be greedy.

……

"what!!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from outside the house.
Zhang Feng hurriedly ran out of the courtyard, it seemed that the tourists had no accidents.

When he ran to the gate, he saw a tourist covering his head, moaning in pain, and cursing incessantly.

"What's the matter? Brother, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Feng asked with concern.

"I was stung by a wasp!" This is a local tourist in his 30s, and he can hear it from his accent.

When Zhang Feng saw it, the buddy's head immediately swelled up like an egg-sized bump, like a horn.

"Then go to the hospital quickly..." The tourists who watched the excitement immediately reminded.

So Zhang Feng hurriedly sent the tourists to the small clinic in the village, which was the home of the old uncle Yao.

Fortunately, Uncle Yao has a lot of research on wasp stings, and he always has an antidote at home, because the nearby villages are close to mountains, and villagers are often stung by wasps.

"Doctor, how long will it take for my injury to heal?" The unlucky buddy asked Old Yaoshu.

"Don't worry, the swelling will subside within three days at the most, and it will be cured within five days!" Old Yao Shu comforted with a slight smile.

Hearing Uncle Yao's words, the tourist finally calmed down. At first, he thought it was serious. After all, the place where he was stung was the head, which is a very deadly place. If the brain is injured, the consequences would be disastrous.

Knowing that he would recover in a few days, the tourist was also very happy. He paid 15 yuan, received a small bottle of medicinal wine, and left.

The tourists who watched the excitement also dispersed

……

The tourists are gone, but the village chief is still worried.

So he immediately ordered Zhang Feng, who was idle, to look for hornet's nests nearby to eliminate potential safety hazards in the village.

So Zhang Feng instantly turned into a mountain hunter, raised his head, and searched everywhere for signs of hornet's nests. Half an hour later, his head was fixed at 45 degrees to the sky, and people who didn't know thought he had fallen asleep.

"I'm going, this neck is almost turning into a giraffe!" Stretching his neck for a long time, he couldn't find even a hair near Moon Lake. It is estimated that the wasps that attacked tourists today came from farther mountains.

What can I do? ?
The things arranged by the uncle still have to be completed!

"Do you really want me to use a unique move??" Zhang Feng touched his chin, thought for a while, and finally decided to give it a try.

Hurrying home, standing by the edge of the garden, staring at every move in the garden, Zhang Feng finally found out that a wasp appeared in the garden.

Zhang Feng had quick eyes and quick hands, and the net bag in his hand swept across, and the hornet fell into the net immediately.

"Xiao Mian, let's see how I can concoct you!"

Zhang Feng threatened Hornet viciously, regardless of whether it understood or not, as long as he was happy.

(End of this chapter)