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Chapter 537: Dad plays the gong, and Po plays the trumpet! !

Seeing Jiang Ting looking at him in surprise, Liang Kang pulled Jiang Ting and whispered softly: "My mother likes to give land deeds. She also gave them to A Bao and the others. One piece for each of them, are they for you? Did you give it away too?”

Jiang Ting thought for a while and nodded.

Liang Kang asked again: "How many pictures?"

Jiang Ting stretched out both hands.

When he saw it was two, Liang Kang immediately whispered: "Two, it turned out to be two. No, I have to behave well, and my mother will definitely give me a second one."

"Kangkang, I..." Jiang Ting didn't know what to say for a moment.

"My mother gave it to you, so you take it. If you don't want it anymore, you can give it to me! I'll share half of the money with you." Liang Kang started to make small calculations again.

Jiang Ting: "..." You shouldn't be too moved...

"Anyway, when you have money, you will buy more Zhuangzi. My mother is like this. She still has many Zhuangzi in Jiangnan." Liang Kang whispered to Jiang Ting: "I tell you, my mother All the money was spent on Zhuangzi, so my father would let those aunts raise him."

Jiang Ting: "..." Stop it, it's just a family secret.

"Anyway, you don't want to marry your aunt, just buy more Zhuangzi." Liang Kang patted Jiang Ting on the shoulder and said.

Jiang Ting nodded.

"What are you whispering about?" Abao saw the two people getting together. She ran over and shouted, "Did you hide something delicious?"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Everyone's focus is different.

That night, a group of people gathered together to have a meal on Qinghe Street, and then the adults took the children to watch the fireworks.

Abao sat on Zhao Heng's shoulder. Seeing this, the Duke of Zhen knew that Anping and Zhao Xuan must have grown up, so he definitely didn't want them anymore, so he directly picked Jiang Ting up and let Jiang Ting sit on his shoulder. superior.

"Grandpa Yue..." Jiang Ting was a little restrained.

"Little Jiang Ting, sit down, don't be like A Bao and twist into a bug." Old Town Duke teased.

"You all robbed it, who am I to carry? Huh?" Old Medicine King followed behind and cursed.

The old Yao Wang was small, not as tall as Zhen Guo Gong and Zhao Heng. He was so angry that he finally picked up Chang Mao, and was so shocked that Chang Mao's ears stood up alertly.

"Ating, it will take a year of hard work to return to Beizhou. You must always remember these beautiful things. Let's go home at the end of the year, okay?" Wang Chunniang touched Jiang Ting's head and warned him.

Jiang Ting nodded, and he raised his head, fearing that the tears would flow down unsatisfactoryly.

"Daddy, daddy, I want to eat candied haws." Abao called Zhao Heng from the front like he was calling Hun'er. Zhao Heng's ears were almost deafened.

"If you can't get up tomorrow morning, see how I wake you up." Zhao Heng said to Abao.

Abao laughed, as long as she didn't listen, she wouldn't know that school would start tomorrow!

The children had a good farewell that night. The next day, before dawn, Shen Zheng drove the carriage and took Jiang Ting in the direction of Beizhou.

Jiang Ting was sitting in the carriage, holding the baggage tightly in his hand. In addition to some arrows and crossbows and self-defense equipment, most of them contained books, banknotes and land deeds.

"Master, Thirteenth Brother told me today that Grand Tutor Qin and others have arrived in Beizhou." Shen Zheng whispered to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting nodded. He opened the window curtain of the carriage and looked at the capital that was getting further away. He hummed and said, "Let's go as soon as possible!"

He is also going back to where he belongs.Apart from Jiang Ting, he is still the Lord of Beizhou, even though he is still a child.

……

Because Jiang Ting set off very early, none of the children came out to see them off.

But even so, Abao still couldn't get up.

Zhao Heng sneered, stood outside Abao's house, held a gong and struck it quietly.Although he restrained his strength, Abao... was still quarreled.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the first thing A Bao did when she was disturbed was not to get out of bed, but to crawl under the bed, pull out her big speaker, and then start blowing loudly. It shocked Zhao Heng outside...

"Master, that trumpet... where did the eldest lady come from?" Jiumao asked in confusion.

Zhao Heng was so angry that his teeth itched: "She used it when she was performing in the village to make money."

Used for people to cry and mourn...

"Zhao Abao, are you going to blow me again? Get up quickly, or you won't have anything to eat for the whole day." Abao sat on the ground, listening to Zhao Heng's words outside, and she drowsily climbed onto the bed again.

After Zhao Heng said the cruel words, he still didn't hear any movement inside. He pinched his eyebrows and said to Jiu Mao: "Go and invite the madam over."

He can't mess with this bear thing.

After Wang Chunniang arrived, she opened the door and walked in. Then she saw Fatty Dumpun sleeping in the bed with diarrhea.

"Ah Bao, Ah Bao, get up, you have to eat quickly and go to school!" Wang Chunniang said to Ah Bao in a very gentle tone.

When Abao heard this, she rubbed her eyes drowsily and muttered: "Mom, am I dreaming?"

Wang Chunniang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she didn't care. After all, time was running out. She picked up A Bao, wrapped her in a quilt, and went to wash up.

When A Bao sat on the chair and prepared to cook, Zhao Heng looked at A Bao's little tugging up and down. He sneered and said, "Okay, Zhao A Bao, I can't even scream."

Abao refused to listen and kept his head buried in showing off his food. Eating was the most important thing.

"You can get a horn today, but you can't find a suona tomorrow?" Zhao Heng sneered.

Abao's little head suddenly lifted up from the rice bowl and said with a confused expression: "Dad, the suona can't be found."

Zhao Heng: "..."

"By the way, Ah Heng, the boss of the cloth shop said that you ordered a lot of fabrics and said they would be delivered today. Didn't we just make clothes?" Mrs. Song asked Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng looked at the fat guy. He pinched his eyebrows and said, "Let A Bao take a look after A Bao is over from school today. I suspect there is something wrong with A Bao's... aesthetics."

It's a pig-head car now. What if she changes into colorful clothes when she grows up... Zhao Heng didn't dare to think that he had tried hard to cultivate A Bao's consciousness and mentality, but he completely ignored the baby's aesthetics.

Thinking of this, Zhao Heng couldn't help but sigh again.

"A Bao doesn't have a problem, it's Daddy who has a problem! Daddy said, if others say you have a problem, no, you don't have a problem, it's others who have a problem." Po, probably because he was full, couldn't help but babble. said.

Zhao Heng: "..." Okay, this kid's mentality has been cultivated.

But he was even more broken...

(End of this chapter)