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Chapter 195: Abao, it’s very tiring for dad to raise three children! !
Hearing Zhao Heng's words, Abao groaned and pursed his lips. How could his father do this? His father wouldn't let him say dirty words, so how could he say it himself?
After she learned a few swear words from Grandma Daxi, she was beaten by her father!

"Be more serious and don't dare to put anything in my foot-washing water next time..." Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the chubby little guy.

Abao's little feet stepped back seriously, then he stopped asking for the clay pot, and ran away with a yelp.

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In the past few days, Abao has been seriously following the Song family to learn "making meatballs", but Zhao Heng has never suffered any more.

However, the progress on A Bao's side is very slow. Zhao Xuan and Jiang Ting have already begun to quickly chew on the medical books. A Bao is still here slowly making the simplest meatballs.

"Grandma Yao, I'm stupid, right?" A Bao spent the whole morning rubbing pills. When she saw that the poison pills were still strange-shaped, she sat down on the ground and asked Mrs. Song seriously.

Mrs. Song laughed out loud: "Why is Abao so stupid?"

"I can't even roll balls well." Abao pointed at the poisonous balls and said.

Mrs. Song touched A Bao's little head and said with a very serious expression: "Who said that all meatballs in the world must be round?"

Abao looked at Mrs. Song half-understanding, and then continued to make the balls.

Zhao Heng happened to see this scene when he entered the house. In the afternoon, he got a large piece of mud for A Bao and asked her to use the mud to roll the balls until she could make round balls.

Abao looked at the big pile of mud. She suddenly thought of her clay pot, and then asked: "Dad, where is my clay pot? Aren't you going to buy me a new one?"

Zhao Heng did not answer directly, but dragged Xiao Ma Zha and sat down opposite Abao.

Abao looked at Zhao Heng's long legs and then at her own short legs. She tried her best to straighten her body to make herself look taller.

"A Bao, how many children do we have in our family?" Zhao Heng suddenly asked A Bao.

Abao thought for a moment and stretched out three fat fingers.

"How does dad treat you?" Zhao Heng then asked: "In terms of food and clothing."

Abao looked down at her fat feet. She looked at the small bracelet on her wrist and replied almost without hesitation: "Okay! Daddy is very good to me!"

"What does dad do to your two brothers?" Zhao Heng didn't stop asking questions.

Abao doesn't have to hesitate anymore, because...basically, what he has, his brothers also have.

"Dad has three children to raise. It will cost a lot of money. I can't afford clay pots." As he said that, Zhao Heng took out a bunch of yellowish things from behind.

One second, Abao was immersed in the emotion that his father was tired of raising three children. The next second, his eyes were attracted by this thing.

Compared with the previous clay pots, this clay pot is obviously very rough, but it really looks like a pig, as if it was made of mud.

Zhao Heng threw this thing to Abao and stopped talking. Abao hugged the rough clay pot happily.

She giggled, this clay pot must have been made by her father himself!
Seeing A Bao giggling, Zhao Heng stretched out his hand and tugged on A Bao's little fist, then got up and went out with a pile of books.

This time, he did not go to the county seat, but towards Blacksmith Yang's house at the west end of the village.Blacksmith Yang is very talented in making "weapons", but he has not read much, so his creativity is not that rich. Zhao Heng packed the carefully selected books together and sent them directly to Blacksmith Yang's home.

When Zhao Heng went to Yang Blacksmith's house, Yang Dabao followed Zhang back to his parents' house, and only Yang Blacksmith was knocking in the yard.Blacksmith Yang has really made a lot of money since he started making small weapons with Zhao Heng.

"Brother Zhao, why are you here?" Blacksmith Yang saw Zhao Heng coming in person. He quickly put down the sledgehammer in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked towards Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng handed the stack of books he was carrying to Blacksmith Yang. Blacksmith Yang looked at the stack of books half a man tall and shook his head subconsciously: "I don't need to read, this... I can't read too many words. "

"I have marked all the uncommon words for you. You can set aside half an hour every day to read them." Zhao Heng looked at Blacksmith Yang and said in a nonchalant voice: "Perhaps, in a year and a half, you will also Need to move."

"Move? Where to go?" Yang Tiejiang knew that Zhao Heng was not an ordinary person, but the word "move" really scared him.

"Just watch it first. If you don't understand anything, come and ask me." Zhao Heng did not elaborate, but just mentioned it, arousing his curiosity.

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The days passed like this day by day, and finally it was the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, early in the morning, Zhao Heng was still sitting at the small dining table eating, when Fat Dundun began to hum and crawl up on his back. The little fat arm wrapped around Zhao Heng's neck. She said in a sweet voice, "Daddy, why haven't you finished your meal yet? You're going to be late! Aren't we going to the theater?"

A theater troupe was invited to Taohua Village, and many people were there. Yang Dabao and Daxi had already set off first, and only Zhao Heng was still here slowly drinking porridge.

Zhao Heng remained unmoved, and even though A Bao was dangling on his back, he still slowly finished the bowl of porridge in his hand, and then stood up with A Bao on his back.

"Let's go together, don't read today." When Zhao Heng was about to set off with Abao on his back, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the brothers Zhao Xuan and Jiang Ting.

Zhao Xuan and Jiang Ting waved their hands at the same time. They didn't like the excitement so they didn't want to watch.

"Hurry up and pack up, we have to go see it today." Zhao Heng said a few words and walked out with Abao on his back.

Abao lay on Zhao Heng's broad back. Seeing that her brothers were still refusing to leave, she imitated Zhao Heng's tone and shouted to them: "You must go and see them. Don't not go!"

"You are really good at pretending to be powerful." Zhao Heng said angrily when he heard the chubby movement on his back.

Abao tilted his little head in confusion and said, "Dad? What kind of tiger?"

The veins on Zhao Heng's forehead were throbbing and he simply ignored A Bao.

At this moment, Zhao Heng was extremely hopeful that the primary school in the village would start classes in the afternoon. He was eager to put A Bao in there and study hard.

"Dad, I...I have something to tell you." Just as Zhao Heng was carrying Abao on his way to Taohua Village, Abao was lying on Zhao Heng's back and suddenly spoke.

Zhao Heng hummed and said, "What are you talking about?"

Abao thought for a while and said in a slow tone: "Just... just can you be more diligent in the future? You have three children to raise. Can you stop beating me at home all day? You want to go out and make money!" "

(End of this chapter)