sweet wife little confused

Chapter 62 How about you be a wife?
Zhang Zhenan looked at her leaving back, chuckled, but his mood inexplicably improved, he turned to An Ronghe and asked, "Ronghe, what else can't you?"

"Many don't know, but my aunt taught me the first few chapters, please read it to me again, uncle." An Ronghe said in a low voice.

Zhang Zhenan took the book, walked to An Ronghe's side and sat down, read the book and asked him what he couldn't do. An Ronghe asked a few questions in a low voice, and Zhang Zhenan answered them one by one. Fortunately, these few days An Xiu'er did not make a mistake in teaching the characters in the article, and she finally saved some face in An Ronghe's heart.

After reading what he had learned before, An Ronghe wanted Zhang Zhen'an to teach him the rest, but his uncle was in a good mood today and was willing to teach him, so he had to seize the opportunity.

"Uncle, can you teach me another song?" He summoned up his courage and asked.

Zhang Zhen'an originally planned to go to the kitchen to help An Xiu'er, but seeing An Ronghe begging him, he also agreed: "Okay."

Seeing that he agreed, An Ronghe quickly handed over the book, Zhang Zhenan reached out to take it, and flipped to a page, but it was Wei Fengzhong's "The Great Man".

Seeing that Zhang Zhenan's hand paused for a moment, An Ronghe asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Zhang Zhenan turned to the front, glanced at An Ronghe, and said, "Let's learn from "Ge Tan"."

"Okay." An Ronghe quickly brought his little head closer, Zhang Zhen'an stretched out his hand and patted it lightly twice. I don't know if it was because of his love for the house, but he also thought that An Ronghe was quite cute.

One taught and the other learned, and they got carried away. It wasn't until An Xiu'er served the first dish that the two came back to their senses. Zhang Zhenan hurriedly handed the book to An Ronghe, and ran to the kitchen to help serve the dishes. An Rong He put away the books and went to the kitchen to help with the bowl.

When the food was served, An Ronghe took the food from Zhang Zhenan and said, "Uncle, you are so kind."

"What's so good about him?" An Xiu'er asked with a smile, feeling that An Ronghe was bought by him with just a bowl of rice, but the clinker An Ronghe said: "Master Gu would never tell us these poems before. The meaning of the text, if we ask twice more, he will still curse, but my uncle is willing to teach me so patiently."

"Really? That's why he has some moral problems. You can see that he left in such a hurry that he couldn't find a new wife for a long time." An Xiuer took this as an example to teach An Ronghe: "Being a human being is the last thing you want to do. The important thing is to be responsible, especially for men, to be responsible and courageous to take responsibility, so we can’t leave without saying goodbye like this.”

An Xiu'er didn't care if Gu Linlang told the village chief, anyway, he just left in a hurry and caused trouble to the village.

Zhang Zhenan on the side heard it, but his eyes darkened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I see, aunt." An Ronghe patted his chest after hearing this, and said, "I am a man."

"Yes, our little man, let's have some soup." An Xiu'er scooped a spoonful of soup into his bowl, the snow-white rice was plump, and the milky-white fish soup added to whet the appetite.

An Ronghe thanked An Xiu'er, bowed his head and drank the soup obediently, the two hairs on his little head were up and down following his lowering of the head, it was so cute, An Xiu'er unconsciously held a slight smile, The two pear dimples were faintly visible. Looking back, I saw Zhang Zhenan who was staring at her in a daze, his pretty face was slightly red, and he also took a spoonful of it, saying: "Come on, you have worked hard, sir, drink more soup."

"Thank you." Zhang Zhen'an just came back to his senses, and felt that her shy face was just like Wei Fengzhong's description of "Shuo Ren", extremely beautiful.

"What are you thinking about?" An Xiu'er asked casually.

"I was thinking about a poem I just read."

"What poem?

"Master."

Seeing that An Xiu'er was puzzled, Zhang Zhen'an explained with a light smile: "It's about a beautiful woman with a collar like a grub, teeth like a gourd rhinoceros, a gnat's head and crescent eyebrows, a charming smile, and beautiful eyes."

Seeing him smiling at her, An Xiu'er felt her cheeks burn slightly, but in front of the child, she couldn't say anything else, so she just stared at him with Qiushui Wuchen's eyes, and her words contained some coquettishness and disapproval. : "Master, you are so powerful, why don't you let me be your wife?"

"That's right, Uncle, you can definitely be your wife!"

An Xiu'er originally made an ironic statement, but An Ronghe did not expect that he echoed it. He even looked a little excited, his eyes sparkled, as if he had thought of some brilliant idea.

"Ah?" Seeing An Ronghe's attitude, An Xiu'er and Zhang Zhen'an were a little confused. She never thought of letting Zhang Zhen'an be his wife. Zhang Zhen'an waved his hand and said, "I thank Ronghe for your kindness, but Let me be a master, that's fine, I'm just a fisherman."

"Who said, Uncle, you are amazing." An Ronghe said seriously: "I think Uncle, you can become a teacher. Now that there is no teacher in the school, the private school has become like a vegetable market. Those few in our village Even an old man can't control them, if this continues, our private school will close down."

"It's unfounded to worry about, how could a private school close down so easily." Zhang Zhen'an didn't think so.

"Of course it will go bankrupt. If there is no teacher, after a while, these parents will definitely take their children back. When the time comes, even if the teacher comes again, no one else will come to our private school to study."

An Ronghe said feeling a little depressed: "If there is no private school, then I will have no place to go to school in the future."

Zhang Zhenan thinks about it. There are not many private schools in this small place. For example, in Qingshui Village, several nearby villages share this private school. The farthest child has to walk ten miles to go to school every day, which is very difficult. Well, if this private school continues like this, its reputation will be ruined.

"Uncle, just agree to come and teach in our private school." An Ronghe boldly planned to pull Zhang Zhenan's sleeve.

An Xiu'er was afraid that Zhang Zhen'an would get angry, so she said upon seeing this: "Okay, let's eat first, whether you can go to a private school to teach, is not up to your uncle to decide."

An Ronghe withdrew his hand when he heard the words, his expression was very disappointed, but he said unwillingly: "Auntie, if you go to a private school to teach, you will get a bribe of two hundred Wen a month."

"Two hundred Wen, who did you listen to?" Hearing An Ronghe mentioned the money, An Xiu'er's tone of voice suddenly became two points higher.

An Ronghe took a mouthful of rice and said vaguely: "Everyone knows."

"Is there really two hundred wen?" An Xiuer asked again.

"Of course." An Ronghe swallowed the food in his mouth, nodded, and said, "Now we are short of a wife. Uncle, you went to cast the net in the morning, then come to teach us, and then go to catch fish. This way, fishing and teaching for two years. Not wrong."

"You know how to plan." An Xiu'er stretched out her hand and tapped on An Ronghe's forehead, then raised her eyes to look at Zhang Zhen'an, her tone softened: "Sir, what do you think?"

"Do you think I am suitable to be a teacher?" Zhang Zhen'an said with a helpless smile, "When I got on the podium, I probably scared all those students away."

"No way, sir, you call it strict, so that you can control people." An Xiu'er looked at Zhang Zhen'an eagerly, and said, "You go and try it, it's not for making money, just treat these children That's fine too."

Zhang Zhen'an didn't have the idea of ​​being a wife, he felt that he was fishing very leisurely now, so he lowered his head and remained silent, not answering her words, nor going to see her, only caring about eating.

An Xiu'er knew that he didn't like to talk at the dinner table, so she also kept her mouth shut, but after the meal, she started to hang around him. An Ronghe took out his books and prepared to write, and heard Her voice came from the backyard: "Master, what do you think?"

"I'm going fishing." Zhang Zhenan picked up the fishing rod and prepared to run away.

"It's not in a hurry to fish, how about you become a master?" An Xiu'er snatched his fish reel, grabbed his wrist, and pushed him from the backyard to the front yard, but didn't let him go out.

"Don't do that." Zhang Zhen'an wanted to take her hand off, but she was steadfast, "You promise me to talk to the village head about this at night, and I'll let you go."

Zhang Zhenan was very helpless, but he really had nothing to do with her trick of "sticky". He was a little annoyed by being stuck, and he nodded unconsciously, "Okay, let me go." .”

"You just agreed." An Xiu'er immediately let go of his wrist, and said, "A man can't be chased after his word, so go to the village chief to discuss it at night."

Speaking of which, she hung the fish reel around his waist, and returned to that gentle and tender look, as if the person clinging to him just now was not her, she smiled and waved to him, "Go."

"I'm really convinced of you." Zhang Zhen'an gave her a helpless look, turned and walked out of the yard, the doting in his eyes was still hidden between the brows, and it was too late to take it back.

Like a victorious general, An Xiu'er closed the door and walked over. Seeing her, An Ronghe gave her a thumbs up and said, "Auntie, you are really amazing."

"Of course." An Xiu'er was a little proud, "It's easy to handle."

"I'll thank aunt on behalf of my classmate." An Rong and the young adult saluted An Xiu'er. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Auntie, others say uncle is fierce, but I don't think he's actually fierce." An Ronghe stuck out his tongue as he spoke, as if admiring An Xiu's boldness, "But I don't dare to talk to uncle like that."

An Xiu'er didn't dare to do this at first, but during the days together, she slowly tested his bottom line every day, and finally found that he didn't care about these small things at all, as long as she acted like a baby and begged a little more, he would Metropolis agreed.

"By the way, were there any mistakes in what I taught you before?" An Xiu'er was still a little flustered when she thought of this question, she felt that she was probably half of the water in the legend.

"No." An Ronghe shook his head, and said, "Just those two words, everything else is correct, and my aunt is also very good."

"You really know how to talk." An Xiu'er breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and said, "Okay, you can practice calligraphy, I have embroidered."

She took out the stretcher and began to embroider the unfinished handkerchief, and An Ronghe saw that An Xiu'er had embroidered it seriously, and began to write big characters seriously.

(End of this chapter)