Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 612 My parents won't let me come!

But Ding Shitou is a married sister but not a married daughter, not to mention that it is only at the stage of proposing marriage.

She didn't want to entertain those people so much, but exhausted herself to death.

If you want to talk about it, you have to wait until the day you actually marry your sister.

In the main room, the delicacies were in front of our eyes, everyone greeted each other, and started to eat with chopsticks.

Naturally, there are also two types of wine, the same is sweet-scented osmanthus brewed with bayberry today, and the other is glutinous rice wine that is suitable for all ages.

After entering the table, Ding Shitou helped Zhao Jian over to toast the Jiang family with a glass of wine, and then helped Zhao Jian back to sit down for dinner.

Without Ding Shitou to wait on, Zhao Jian slowly stretched out his chopsticks and groped for a while, until he was able to pick up some dishes.

But in the end, Li Kan helped pick up some dishes, otherwise the food would be too slow.

Ding Shitou went to the young people's table to toast again, and then came back to toast Jiang Lusheng and Chen Fuwang. Jiang Huzi also got up to toast Ding Shitou, then to Zhao Jian, and had a toast together at the young people's table.

The sweet-scented osmanthus brewed last year has a tangy fragrance and a clear aroma, which does not burn the throat. It is a good wine.

But Ding Shitou explained that this was brought back from a restaurant in the city, and it was not considered money.

Regarding this kind of statement, the Jiang family who own a grocery store naturally understand that it is a cost if it is not considered money.

"Auntie! I'll toast you too!" Suddenly Chen Chaohua put down his chopsticks and slid off the stool, holding the wine glass with both hands and staring at Ding Shitou with bright eyes.

"Thank you." When Ding Shitou saw that the little guy was toasting her, he couldn't help but smiled, picked up the restaurant, touched his glass lightly, and asked with a smile, "Why are you toasting my aunt?"

"My brother often told me that Jiujiu School is the best! Teacher Ding is the best!" the little guy said with a yearning expression on his face, "My parents won't let me come!"

"No?" Ding Shitou was a little surprised.

"Come next year." Jiang Xinghua was embarrassed by her son's words, "Too young."

Everyone knows that the little guy is too young, but they didn't expect him to be looking forward to going to school now, which is really impressive.

But there is a cousin who whispers in his ear every day, I am afraid it will be difficult not to think about it.

Farm children have many brothers and sisters, and it is very common for older brothers and sisters to take care of their younger siblings. However, older brothers and sisters have work to do, and no one will play with them. Naturally, they are eager to be with them.

In the next generation of Chen Fuwang's family, there are only these two little brothers, and it's time for fun. As a result, Chen Chaoyang came to Jiujiu School last year, and Chen Chaohua can only wait at the door every day for his brother to come back to play with him.

Chen Chaoyang lived in Jiang's house at first, and after Ding Shitou's strategy of sending people from each village to accept it became familiar to everyone, Chen Chaoyang also went home every day.

No matter how good the Jiang family is, it is not as good as my own home with my parents and family.

"A man has to endure hardships, be patient, and listen to his parents." Ding Shitou saw the little guy's grievance because of his mother's explanation, and he could only comfort him in this way.

"Well, I'm a man, and I also listen to what the teacher says!" Chen Chaohua looked at Ding Shitou, with a smile on his face again, nodded vigorously, and made everyone laugh again with the last sentence.

At a young age, I already know that I have to listen to the teacher. Will I be very good at school in the future?

But even if he comes to school next year, he will only be three years old and a few months old, that is, the age of kindergarten middle class, which is really too young.

However, Ding Shitou's enlightenment class mainly focused on memorizing, recognizing characters, listening to stories, and counting at the beginning, and he would not let them get in touch with writing too early.

Writing is also when they perform well in word recognition, and they are given the opportunity to use the sand table to practice handwriting as appropriate.

(End of this chapter)