After being exiled, the lucky cub who was dropped from the bag came back

Han Xiaozhuang returned home excitedly, and started to shout before he entered the door: "Father, mother! Grandpa! Grandma! I'm back!"

Little Zhou was mending clothes in the house, and replied: "Come back when you come back, why are you howling so loudly?"

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and Han Xiaozhuang said joyfully, "Mother, I will show you something, you will definitely be very happy and praise me!"

"What?" Just as Han Xiaozhuang entered the room, Xiao Zhou and the others raised their heads while talking.

Village chief's wife: "Xiao Zhuang, why are you like this?"

Fall into a puddle?Or got into a fight?
Han Xiaozhuang looked down at himself, then waved his hands nonchalantly: "It's not important, don't worry about it, grandma, I have a lot."

"It's not important? What's important if it's not important?!" Mrs. Zhou stood up suddenly, grabbed Han Xiaozhuang's ear in a rage, and cursed, "The new clothes I just changed in the morning, just go out for a while, you give them to me." I made this, huh?!"

Han Xiaozhuang bared his teeth and grinned: "It hurts, mother, my ears are going to be ripped off by you!"

Little Zhou became even more angry: "Your ass is about to rot!"

After speaking, he slapped Han Xiaozhuang's butt several times.

Han Xiaozhuang hopped in pain and hid behind his grandma. He was so wronged, he just felt that his mother who was as gentle as a spring breeze to him some time ago was really a dream!

"You still dare to hide? Come here!" Little Zhou stared.

Han Xiaozhuang hugged the village chief and the others: "Grandpa, grandma, save me!"

The village head's wife said, "Okay, just let him go. You're all wet, go take a shower and change your clothes."

Han Xiaozhuang hurriedly said: "I'll wash it later! I have something for you to see!"

Remembering that he could write, Han Xiaozhuang became proud again, and took his family to the yard. There were no branches in the yard, so the boy climbed directly to the tree and broke off a branch, holding it on the ground to write.

Little Zhou and the others couldn't help getting closer, what is this for?

When Han Xiaozhuang wrote three characters, they all opened their eyes wide. They didn't know each other, but they could tell that it was a character!
Little Zhou stuttered and asked, "Xiao Zhuang, can you write?"

Han Xiaozhuang pinched his waist, and his chin was about to go up to the sky: "Yes, I can write! Do you know what this word is?"

His father Han Qiang asked excitedly: "What word?"

"My name is Han Xiaozhuang!"

The village chief and the others immediately pushed Han Xiaozhuang away, surrounded the three ugly words, and praised "this word is beautiful"!
Han Xiaozhuang was flattered by the praise.

Little Zhou patted his head with relief: "My son can write, it's amazing. Oh, why are you still wearing wet clothes, mother, I'll find you a new one!"

Han Qiang said, "Father, go and boil water for you!"

The village chief's wife said, "Grandma, go get you caramel!"

The village chief found that he had nothing to do, so he could only give a thumbs up: "My grandson is amazing!"

This scene also happened in several other children's homes.

Knowing that Lingbao taught his own children, he couldn't help sighing from the bottom of his heart: "Lingbao is a good boy."

Mrs. Zhou took some vegetables at home, and brought the noodles she rolled this morning, and took them to Cheng's house. She met other people at the door, and only after asking, did she know that everyone was here to deliver vegetables!
Of course Cheng Yun couldn't ask for it: "It's just a little effort."

"Yes to you, but not to us!" Xiao Zhou said, "If it weren't for Lingbao, maybe I wouldn't be able to write my own name when I was old."

"Yes, yes, you can just accept it, it's all grown by yourself, and it doesn't cost money."

Cheng Yun would not be happy if they didn't accept them, so he had no choice but to accept them.

Little Zhou touched Lingbao's face, and said strangely: "Our Lingbao is really likable."

Lingbao blinked his eyes and showed a sweet smile.

Maybe it was because they had something to do, and Han Xiaozhuang and the others didn't run around like mad anymore, they just kept writing on the ground with a branch at home, and they didn't feel bored.

After the rain stopped, the blue sky was like washing, and the whole world was brightened.

I thought there would be no more rain, but unexpectedly, in the evening, it started to rain again, but it was not heavy, and the rain was as thin as a cow's hair.

Sitting under the eaves, Lingbao stretched out her small round hands, feeling the touch of rain falling on them, and looked at the gate: "Why hasn't Daddy come back yet?"

Cheng Yun rubbed her hair: "It's raining, so naturally it's slower."

Even so, he wasn't worried.

Seeing that Cheng Zhongqian's usual return time had passed, and he hadn't seen him yet, Cheng Yun couldn't sit still.

"Erlang, Lingbao, take it with you at home, I'll go out and have a look."

Ling Bao stood up immediately, grabbed the corner of his brother's clothes: "Big Brother, are you going to find Daddy? I want to go too."

"I'll just go by myself. You and your second brother will wait at home." Cheng Yun said without hesitation, "Let's boil some hot water and use it when Dad comes back."

Lingbao had no choice but to wait at home, watching Cheng Yun leave helplessly.

Holding an umbrella, Cheng Yun walked for about a cup of tea, and saw Cheng Zhongqian, who was walking heavily, with joy on his face: "Father!"

Cheng Zhongqian raised his eyes and frowned: "Why don't you stay at home well, what are you doing out?"

"Father, you haven't come back, I'm worried about you."

Cheng Zhongqian said: "The road is slippery and it is difficult to walk, and the shoes, socks, trousers and legs are also wet."

Cheng Yun frowned, and hurriedly helped each other back home with Cheng Zhongqian.

After returning home, he took a comfortable hot bath and drank a bowl of ginger soup. Cheng Zhongqian's cold body gradually recovered.

Cheng Zhongqian looked up, the eldest son was sorting out the books for him, and the second son was taking out the dirty water. Lingbao took out the caramel that Xiao Zhou gave her and fed it to her father.

Cheng Zhongqian slowly fell asleep.

The next day, Cheng Zhongqian woke up refreshed, without any headache.

On the contrary, several people in the county school had a cold, and even Zhu Wencheng coughed a little. He stared at Cheng Zhongqian, who seemed to be doing nothing, feeling angry in his heart!

Yesterday he laughed at Cheng Zhongqian, who was in such a mess, and when he got up today, he had a flash of inspiration, why don't he call him sick and ask for leave, anyway, the county school is meaningless.

In the end, his father saw through it on the spot and rushed over. Who knew that when he got to the county school, the fat man was itchy and dizzy, and he was really sick!

On the contrary, Cheng Zhongqian, who was drenched in water, was alive and kicking, how could he be upset!
Facing his murderous gaze, Cheng Zhongqian was extremely puzzled, what was this rotten tree staring at him for?
Cheng Zhongqian just glanced at it and ignored it, just like seeing ants on the side of the road.

Zhu Wencheng almost died of anger!
It is said that this spring rain has been pattering down for two or three days.

Whenever it thought it was going to stop, it went down again.

A good rain in spring is enough for the wheat to produce plump grains, but if it rains too much, it will not only be prone to lodging, but may also soak the stems of the wheat.

The villagers of Beihe Village were all frowning.

Fortunately, three days later, the spring rain finally stopped.