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Chapter 228 Zhao Abao, why does your letter paper smell like green onion? ?
"It can only be said that those people were short-sighted at the time, and ginseng also had the conditions to grow. I'm afraid... within a few years, there won't be so many wild ginseng growing on this mountain." Zhao Heng sneered.

The old patriarch nodded awkwardly. The fact was indeed true. The ancestors had indeed gone too far.

"Dad Abao, I still don't understand. It costs a lot of money for you to pay like this!" The old patriarch was still surprised. Zhao Heng seemed to like planting trees too much!
Zhao Heng ignored him, but Wang Chunniang sighed and said to the old patriarch: "Uncle, we are only telling you that you must keep it a secret."

The old patriarch's ears suddenly stood up, and when he saw Zhao Heng looking at him again, he nodded immediately.

"Zhao Heng and I have been unable to have children!" Wang Chunniang said to the old patriarch seriously: "We met the master of the county government before. The master asked the county magistrate to recommend a fortune teller to us. Guess what happened? What do you say to the fortune teller?"

"What do you say?" The old patriarch was so curious that he almost jumped up.

"The fortune teller said that we don't accumulate virtue, otherwise you would also know that with Abao's temperament, he would not have the leisure to mess with these things." Wang Chunniang lowered her voice.

When the old patriarch heard that this was the reason, he thought, really, this Ah Xuan is nearly ten years old, and Jiang Ting and Ah Bao were both picked up by them. It seems... that they really can't have a baby!

No wonder, the reason for such efforts is to accumulate virtue and have children!

"If you hadn't asked, I would have never wanted to say anything. You must keep it secret, and help us if others ask." Wang Chunniang said with a sincere face.

"Axiang's future husband's family also gave us two jars of good wine. I asked Ah Xuan to give you a jar in the evening." Wang Chunniang's few short words completed the whole thing perfectly.

The old patriarch couldn't help but nod: "Don't worry!" He had no idea that the couple was making him spin around.

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Wang Chunniang always kept her word, and in the evening, she actually asked Zhao Xuan to send a jar of wine to the old patriarch in a small basket.

When Zhao Xuan was about to go out, Abao always wanted to follow him, but Wang Chunniang had no choice but to agree.

When coming out of the old patriarch's house, Abao got a steamed sweet potato from the patriarch's grandmother.

Zhao Xuan held Abao in one hand and the dusty book in the other. He glanced at the old book called "History of the West Village" several times.

"Brother, I wrote a letter to my little brother today. When will you send someone to send it to me?" Abao took a bite of the sweet potato and grinned at Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan's eyebrows jumped when he heard A Bao's words.

"Did you ask Master Bai for help?" Otherwise, how could you have learned to write letters in one day?
Suddenly he had a bad guess in his mind.

"No, I asked Dabao and Daxi for help." Abao shook his head and said, "Master Bai went to help Little Luo Niang fight today! He didn't even have time to help me."

Zhao Xuan: "..."

The heartless man in Xixi Village was almost beaten by Mr. Bai.

"Okay, I'll check if there are any typos when you get home." Zhao Xuan nodded.

When the brother and sister returned home, Zhao Heng was sitting in the yard making tea. When he saw the two coming back, he nodded.

Zhao Xuan immediately handed the dusty village chronicle in his hand to Zhao Heng, and then took Abao to wash his paws.

After washing his paws, Abao couldn't wait to take Zhao Xuan to read the letter he wrote to his little brother.

Zhao Xuan looked at Abao and took out a small piece of paper very preciously, but... the paper was too wrinkled, and there were some snack dregs on it.

Zhao Xuan had no choice but to pick up Abao's small schoolbag, take out all the contents, and then shake it ruthlessly, shaking out the snack residue on the floor...

"Abao, you have to clean it up yourself." Zhao Xuan unfolded the small paper and said to Abao.

Abao nodded his little head obediently and looked expectantly as Zhao Xuan commented on the letter he wrote to his little brother.When Zhao Xuan opened the letter, his hands shook.

Weird typos and a bunch of pig heads and dog heads were put together. Even though he was smart, he couldn't understand it.

Especially the three pig heads squeezed together in the middle. He hugged Po, pointed at the three pig heads and asked, "Po, what does this mean?"

"Brother! Why are you so stupid! The one with the little hair is me! The fat pig head is Dabao! The thin one is Daxi!" A Bao stretched out his fat paw and pointed at the strange content on the paper and said: "This is what we miss little brother!"

Zhao Xuan heard this and moved closer. When he saw clearly the pig's head with two little claws on it, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Okay, I'll make an envelope and ask dad to take it to the warehouse for you tomorrow." Zhao Xuan folded the paper carefully.

In the yard, Zhao Heng, who heard the conversation between the brother and sister, sneered, then wiped the dust off the village chronicle, and opened the pages with his slender fingers.

This time, I actually saw darkness.

Abao ran out without any trace of sadness in the morning. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhao Heng's robe, humming: "Daddy, it's time to eat!"

Zhao Heng glanced at Abao, wondering what he was planning in his heart.

However, the village journal that he had just held in his hand had been stuffed into his arms.

Then he led A Bao to the main room. When he saw A Bao starting to bounce around again, he pulled A Bao's little crotch and asked, "Aren't you sad?"

What a heartless little ginseng.

Abao shook his head: "I learned how to write letters to my little brother!"

Zhao Heng looked towards Zhao Xuan, raised his eyes and said, "Take it out and show it to me."

Zhao Xuan shook his head: "Dad, I have already sealed it. It is not good to open it again."

He was mainly afraid that his father would beat Po after seeing it.

Who knew that Abao couldn't get what his brother meant at all, but wanted to show off to his father: "Brother, show it to daddy quickly. I have been writing for a long time today!"

Being stared at by the adults and children, Zhao Xuan kept winking at A Bao, but A Bao just couldn't see!
In the end, Zhao Xuan had no choice but to take out the letter.

Zhao Heng glanced at it and suddenly sneered.

Abao couldn't hear the sneer, he just felt that his father was smiling with satisfaction!
"Zhao Abao, you said this letter was written by you?" Zhao Heng sat aside, put his hand on Abao's little head, and asked in a cool voice: "It doesn't look like it was written by you." It looked like a dog. Climbing!

"Dad, I wrote it!" Abao argued angrily.

"Why does this paper still smell like scallion oil?" Zhao Heng was very disgusted.

Abao shut up and stopped talking.

"Dad, I even wrote about you!" Abao suddenly spoke again.

At this second, Zhao Xuan wanted to hug Abao and leave.

"Oh? Then show me where I am?" Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows.

Abao's fat claws fell towards the last four-legged figure on the paper: "Here! This is daddy!"

(End of this chapter)