Nongmen Xiaojiao bag, she relies on space to be rich

Chapter 43 Oolong
Old Liao's face became more serious, and it took a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "Keep looking, dig three feet and find someone for me."

"Yes."

As soon as Xing was ordered to leave, when he turned around, he saw An Zhinan standing behind him rubbing his stomach, and was instantly dumbfounded.

An Zhinan walked into the main room with doubts on his face, and said with a bitter face under the surprised eyes of the three people: "Master, Dad, I'm so hungry, when will dinner be served?"

Mrs. Liao took a quick step, walked straight to An Zhinan, looked him up and down carefully, and quickly asked, "Girl, where have you been? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Arrangement Oh Man was even more puzzled: "I, I have been at home, and you were not there when I came back, so I went to the backyard to practice calligraphy."

At this time, An Chongyuan followed closely, with his hands resting on his daughter's shoulders, his face full of anxiety: "When did you come back? Didn't you tell me to wait for Daddy obediently?"

"I was waiting for my father, and then I saw a poor beggar, so I went over and gave him two pennies, and he gave me a bag of seeds, and then I couldn't find my father, so I came back .”

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, Elder Liao winked at Xing Yi, and Xing Yi left.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw An Chongyuan slap heavily on the apprentice's face, her delicate face was suddenly swollen, and the little girl looked at An Chongyuan in shock, as if she couldn't believe it, before she could react.

Seeing this, Mrs. Liao was furious. He hurriedly stepped forward and pushed An Chongyuan away. Then, he held the girl in his arms and glared, "She's still a child. If she did something wrong, it's okay to just say it? What are you doing? The child is not like that." I threw it aside on purpose, and now you're doing it at home when you have nothing to do, I didn't know that you were also a reckless man."

After talking, Mr. Liao hurried to the study in the backyard with An Zhinan in his arms. He felt the little man in his arms sobbing, and his heart ached. He has ordinary knowledge, it hurts, Master will give you medicine, and the pain will be gone soon."

"Woooo, I didn't consider the consequences, woooo, it's my fault that Daddy, Master, and Uncle Xingyi were worried, hiccup~ I know I was wrong, don't blame daddy, hiccup~"

Hearing that the child was so sensible, and he didn't forget to admit his mistake after being beaten, Mr. Liao felt even more distressed. He gently put the little girl on the stool and sat down, then turned around and went to the cabinet to get the ointment and came back, looking at the big slap on the face Yin, finally dissipated the anger and came back to my heart.

While gently applying the medicine to the apprentice, he secretly scolded An Chongyuan, that reckless man in his heart.

After applying the ointment, Mr. Liao tried his best to soften his facial expression, and said lovingly, "Is it better? This ointment has a cooling effect. Apply it again before going to bed at night, and the swelling will subside tomorrow."

An Zhinan nodded obediently: "Yes, thank you, Master, for making you worry."

"Hey, as long as you're safe and sound."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed movement at the door, his eyes sharpened, and he said in a low voice, "Why don't you come in since you're here?"

An Zhinan looked at the door suspiciously, and saw his father walking in like a child who did something wrong.

An Chongyuan looked at the palm prints on his daughter's face and felt pain in his heart. He walked up to his daughter regardless of his father's face, but was stopped by Mr. Liao.

"Why, do you still want to give your daughter another slap?"

An Chongyuan became anxious: "Old Liao, you know that's not what I meant."

"Hmph, do you know that you've hit hard? Look, look for yourself, your face is swollen. I said, is it possible that this girl is not your own daughter, who hit such a heavy hand."

"No, alas, Mr. Liao, I was wrong. I shouldn't have hit Nan Nan in anger. Just let me see."

Seeing that he was sincerely repentant, Mr. Liao let go, but his expression was still not good.

An Chongyuan held his daughter's face full of guilt: "Nannan, it's Daddy's fault, he shouldn't hit you, don't be angry with Daddy, okay, Daddy will never hit you again."

An Zhinan shook his head desperately: "Daddy, it's my fault. I didn't consider the consequences when I did things, which made you worry. You are right. I will tell you wherever I go in the future, and I will never run around again."

The daughter is so sensible, the more An Zhongyuan feels guilty.

"Okay, okay, I didn't hear your daughter say that she's hungry just now, why don't you cook, do you want the old man to serve you all by myself, hurry up, I'm upset when I see it," Mr. Liao rushed away impatiently.

An Chongyuan nodded repeatedly, took a closer look at his daughter and went out.

An Zhinan reached out and tugged on Liao Lao's sleeve, looking at him pitifully.

Being looked at by such eyes, even if he was full of anger, he finally compromised and said: "I know, I know, you are really small and heartless, don't I love you too."

"Hey, Master, Daddy is too worried about me, so don't be as familiar with him, okay?"

Elder Liao had no choice but to nod reluctantly: "Okay, okay, I don't want to meet him. Didn't you write something, why don't you hurry up and show it to your teacher."

An Zhinan showed a smile, got up and ran to the desk to pick up the calligraphy he was practicing to show the master.

"Well, your writing skills are much stronger than before. It seems that you have practiced a lot on weekdays, which is very good. It's just that you are a woman. How can you write more freely and freely, but you copied it with the copybook of the teacher? Didn't you ask you to practice more? Hairpin lower case?"

An Zhinan stuck out his tongue playfully: "I'm not blaming Master, every time I see your handwriting, I feel admiration in my heart, and I can't help but want to learn it."

"Haha, you girl, you have a lot of vision, not bad, a child can be taught," Old Liao was coaxed by his apprentice to laugh.

After lunch, An Zhinan ran to his father's house, holding the grain seeds produced by the space in his hand, looking at the frowning man.

"Father, what are you thinking?"

An Chongyuan came back to his senses, his eyes fell on his daughter's face, and there was pain in his eyes: "Nan Nan, does it hurt?"

An Zhinan shook his head with a smile: "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt. Master put a good ointment on me, and it's very refreshing and refreshing on my face. Dad, you haven't told me what you were thinking just now, are you Aren't you still worrying about grain?"

"Yes, there are indeed no good grains in the town. It is the same as usual. The harvest is getting lower and lower. If you don't think of a way, I'm afraid the family will not have enough to eat."

An Zhinan rolled his eyes nimbly, held up the injured bag, and said with a smile: "Father, I don't know whether the grain is good or not, but you can take a look at this, it was given to me by that beggar grandpa."

"What? Let me take a look," An Zhongyuan casually opened the mouth of the bag, and his eyes widened in shock after seeing the contents clearly.

It took a while to regain consciousness, the hand holding the bag trembled slightly, and even raised the volume of the voice: "Where did this come from?"

An Zhinan looked at his father strangely, and said with a trace of 'dislike': "Father, I think you are still so young, why your ears are not working well, didn't I say that it was given to me by the beggar grandpa. "

(End of this chapter)