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Chapter 193: Grandma Yao, my head is hanging from a beam!

Hearing what Wang Chunniang said, Mrs. Song couldn't help but shake her head and said, "Chunniang, you can't say that. A Bao is just young and loves to play."

Wang Chunniang held her forehead. She felt that it was useless to talk too much, so she just let Aunt Song wait and see.

After Abao came back from playing wildly outside, he obediently washed his paws, and then ran towards the small study in a hurry.

Seeing A Bao running towards the study room, but the two little hairs that shot up to the sky were scattered, Song saw it, and followed A Bao towards the small study room, thinking about taking care of A Bao's hair. Clean up.As a result, when Mrs. Song walked into the small study, she saw two thin ropes hanging down next to Abao's small desk.

She walked behind A Bao, stretched out her hand to retie two small ropes on A Bao, then reached out and gently touched the two strings, and asked doubtfully: "A Bao, why are there two strings here?" A rope?"

Abao's little claws skillfully pulled the two ropes and tied them reluctantly to his own little crotch. Then he said seriously to Mrs. Song: "Grandma Yao, I...I am...head Cantilever beam!”

Mrs. Song: "..." Abao, this silly kid, why is he hanging on his head now?

Mrs. Song was speechless as she watched the two ropes tugging at A Bao's little hands, while A Bao began to lower his head and concentrate on writing big characters.

Suddenly seeing A Bao working so hard, Song was a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't stay here to disturb A Bao, so she walked out softly.

When Mrs. Song walked out, she happened to see Zhao Xuan walking over with a few books in his hands.

Mrs. Song hurriedly stopped him and asked curiously: "Axuan, what happened to Abao? Those two ropes look a bit dangerous."

Zhao Xuan shook his head helplessly: "Grandma Yao, you still don't know...she even had a thorn in her buttocks, and my mother kept her."

Song: "..."

She glanced back again, and saw that Pang Dundun was writing enthusiastically!
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During dinner in the evening, Zhao Heng told the children that Old Yao Wang and Mrs. Song wanted to accept disciples.

Jiang Ting and Zhao Xuan were both a little happy, because the old Medicine King's medical skills were superb, and it was a great thing to be accepted as his disciple.

As for A Bao, A Bao looked at Mrs. Song curiously and suddenly asked in a huffing voice: "Grandma Yao, is it profitable to be an apprentice?"

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Zhao Heng nodded Abao's head, hating that iron could not become steel.

He finally managed to get A Bao in, but the result was this little idiot!What stupid question to ask?

"If you don't have money now, you will make money in the future!" Mrs. Song said in a funny tone.

Abao nodded as if he understood, and then asked: "Grandma Yao, do you want to give you money to be your apprentice?"

Because she suddenly remembered that her mother had enrolled her and her little brother in a primary school, and they had to pay for it.

Before Mrs. Song could speak, Abao pointed at Zhao Heng with his fat paw and said, "Grandma Yao, if you want money, go to my daddy! My daddy is rich, and my daddy supports me."

Zhao Heng snorted coldly.

Hearing Zhao Heng's cold scoff, Abao shrank his neck and whispered: "When...when you get old, I...I will take care of you in the future."

"However, if you take my money again, I will no longer support you, only my mother." Abao did not forget to explain.

She is a vengeful little ginseng!

Zhao Heng looked disgusted.

"Then you two will take time to study pharmacology with me every day." The old Yao Dynasty said to Zhao Xuan and Jiang Ting.The two of them saluted the old Medicine King with great respect.

Mrs. Song looked at Ah Bao, she touched Ah Bao's little head lovingly, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, Ah Bao. What Grandma Yao teaches you is very simple."

"Aunt Song." Zhao Heng suddenly said: "What direction are you focusing on?"

Zhao Heng asked this question. In fact, he had always been working for the old Medicine King, Song, and had never heard of what she was good at. Could it be that she was good at growing medicinal materials?
Mrs. Song smiled: "Ah Heng, I'm good at poison."

Zhao Heng: "..."

He looked at Mrs. Song, and then at Abao who had buried his little head in the bowl. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on A Bao and won't put her in danger." Mrs. Song likes A Bao very much, regardless of whether she is smart or not.

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The eighth day of the first lunar month was a good day. Zhao Heng and Wang Chunniang got up early in the morning and got busy preparing for the apprenticeship ceremony.

Although it is only in a small mountain village, the whole family attaches great importance to it.

When Mrs. Song walked out of the wing, she saw Lin Xiang packing up some embroidery. She smiled gently and said to Lin Xiang, "Axiang, come to me."

"Aunt Song." Lin Xiang was a little at a loss.

Mrs. Song took out two small porcelain bottles and handed them to Lin Xiang: "This white bottle is for you to take care of your health. The black bottle is for self-defense. You should carry it with you for self-protection."

The old Yao Wang checked her pulse when he was about to go to the capital two years ago. Unexpectedly, the medicine was prepared so quickly, and... Mrs. Song was so considerate.

Lin Xiang has never been a sharp-tongued person. Her eyes were a little moist and she said in a sincere voice: "Thank you Aunt Song and Uncle Yao."

"Good boy." Mrs. Song patted her hand and chatted with her about embroidery.

While they were talking, A Bao jumped out of the house with a streak of ink on his face, howling as he ran.

"Daddy, I don't dare anymore!" Abao ran behind Wang Chunniang, shouting and covering his butt.

"What's going on?" Wang Chunniang looked at Zhao Heng who was striding out with a ruler in surprise, and asked in confusion.

"Zhao Abao, this inkstone cost 20 taels, can you use it to smash walnuts for me?" Zhao Heng stared at Abao seriously.

Wang Chunniang looked back at Ah Bao, reached into the big pocket of her clothes, and sure enough... she felt a few pieces of walnut kernels inside.

"I see, I don't have to wait for you to provide for me in old age, and I'm so mad at you." Zhao Heng has always had the habit of reading in the morning. He just packed up and went to the small study room today when he saw A Bao squatting in a chubby pile. I was holding an inkstone on the ground and smashing walnuts...

A Bao was so pitiful that he didn't dare to take a breath.

"Go and stand on the wall. No one is allowed to feed her this morning." Zhao Heng said to the family.

Xiao Hui flicked his tail and was about to run outside. The next second, the door was slammed shut by Zhao Heng.

Xiao Hui: "..." Begging for food is hopeless.

Changmao is a little fool. When he saw A Bao standing on the wall stroking his belly, he came to A Bao's side with his dog bowl in his mouth.

Po looked at the dog food in the long-haired bowl and felt even more like crying...

(End of this chapter)