I have made a fortune by farming

Chapter 392 Show Your Prestige

The "tiger play" and "deer play" at the beginning, Mr. Song was a little acceptable, but the more it went on, the more wrong it became.

"What is a bear dizziness and a bear sway... Are you, you girl, tormenting me sincerely? I'm already old, what's it like to practice this!?" Mr. Song couldn't bear it.

It's too majestic!
Dangling around like a fool, that's ridiculous!
Song Ying rolled her eyes at the old man: "I don't teach this play to ordinary people! Don't you always want to be healthy? Then practice along with it. Stretch your muscles and bones every day, so that your mind is good and your body is good. As for this movement... It's passed down from a generation of famous doctors , if you think this movement is not good, then you can go to the doctor and ask."

Even a little girl doesn't think her actions are ugly, Song Laogen is an old man, what else do he dislike at his age?
Even if he didn't move, he wouldn't be handsome anymore, so why should he care about these small movements?

The old man blushed from her few words.

It's the other way around.

In this house, this girl is the most courageous girl right now, Song Laogen glanced across the yard, only to see Jiao Shi who was drying the clothes and hurriedly lowered his head, and on the other side of the fourth room, closed the window with a "bang".

"..." Song Laogen's eyelids twitched.

Your daughter-in-law has seen him making jokes, right?
"Then let's continue." I've already lost people, and I don't care about losing them for a while longer.

Besides, Er Ya shouldn't deliberately torment her with ill-intentions. The Wu Qin Xi should be really useful.

Helpless, Song Laogen was honest like a grandson, and continued to learn. When he learned the latter, his dark face could be seen flushing.

In his opinion, the "ape play" and "bird play" are funny and childish, and when he thinks that he will be like a bird when he is old, his face will burn with panic.

Fortunately, only Wu Qin had stopped. If there were more, his old face would really be unbearable.

But it's just one time, the old man didn't learn it.

Song Ying patiently began to guide the details.

He only stopped when he was really tired looking at the old man.

Song Laogen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Song Ying said again: "You are a slow learner, and you can't practice well in a day or two. How about it? I have come every morning for the past few days. I should study for three or five more days. No problem, this play can't be practiced too much every day, too much is too much."

"Come here every day?" Song Laogen frowned, feeling a little regretful, "No need, you have to take care of your children and earn money, how can you have so much free time..."

This play was too ugly, he really didn't want to try it again, but the water that was spilled out of what was said, has been learned today, and he will admit it tomorrow, it seems that he, the head of the family, can't count his words.

Song Ying looked at the old man with a half-smile: "Grandpa, what did you say? A few days ago, you were sick in bed, and I suddenly remembered the kindness you gave me in saving my life and nurturing me in the early years. Not to mention just coming here for a few days, even going there every day for the next few decades, that’s fine.”

"..." Mr. Song's old face twitched.

Bullshit!

With this girl's temperament, can she be grateful for the past just because she is half dead?
Obviously, he felt that he had won the bet and made sense, so he deliberately wanted to show his prestige in front of him at this moment!

However, the old man couldn't even say these words, he could only look at Song Ying's filial appearance, a feeling of suffocation stuck in his chest, and at last he couldn't do anything, so he nodded in a muffled voice: "Come on, come on Let's practice with the old man for a few days, by the way...the holiday is coming soon, your uncle's boss should give some rewards, and then I can pay you back some..."

(End of this chapter)