80 military doctor's little wife

"I'll go to see my heart." Tang Zhinian quickly put down his iron and went to the house to see his daughter. As a result, he saw that Tang Yuxin had fallen asleep, his shoes had been taken off, his socks had been taken off, and his quilt was well covered. He didn't kick the quilt at all.

In the past, he made the quilt for his daughter. Originally, he was sleepy, but now he is not sleepy at all.

"Brother, let's not sleep at night."

Tang Zhijun is not sleepy either. He has finished the shed, planted the vegetables and had a rest. Now is the best time. If the shed is a few days away, it will be a little late.

The two brothers glued the plastic paper well that night. When Tang Yuxin woke up, the two brothers were still busy outside. She took her clothes and put them on. Then she climbed out of bed carefully, put her feet on the ground, put on her little shoes and ran out immediately.

Outside, Tang Zhinian and Tang Zhijun have been busy all night, but they don't mean to be sleepy at all. They will be better soon, and then they can make a good greenhouse or plant seeds.

"Come and bake the fire."

As soon as Tang Zhinian saw Tang Yuxin wake up, he quickly beckoned to her and sat on the stove. It was warm. On the other stove, there was a pot with porridge in it.

Tang Yuxin rushed over with her stool in her arms, and then sat in the middle of the two stoves, steaming hot. After a while, her little face was white and red.

Tang Zhijun pinched Tang Yuxin's face.

"Look at the little face of our heart. It's so good. When we make money, my second uncle will send you to the children's palace to study the piano. Our heart is like a lady of a family. Now we all know how to write calligraphy. If we learn to play the piano, we'll be proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. By the way, we need to add a word of medicine. Who will marry our heart in the future, That's eight generations of burning incense. "

So we must cultivate them well.

Tang Zhijun and Tang Zhinian, two brothers, are in a hurry to pick up a few mouthfuls of rice. They are going to the field to support the shed. The later it gets, the worse it gets. Recently, the weather seems to be bad. If it rains, they can't support the shed.

Tang Zhinian sent his daughter to Chen Zhong again, and the two went to the ground.

At noon, Tang Yuxin takes a steamed bun in his hand, but he can't eat it.

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhong took a bite of steamed bread. He ate it in the countryside. He steamed it himself. It's white flour. In fact, he can endure hunger. The conditions of Chen Zhong's family are good. He ate all white flour, which can be regarded as a good life in the village. Of course, Tang Yuxin ate white flour from childhood to adulthood. As a father, Tang Zhinian never wronged his daughter in eating.

But today the child is a little slow to eat. Is it because these steamed buns are too bad to eat? But they are not. They were steamed yesterday. They have the same taste and soft white flour.

"Dad and uncle didn't have dinner," Tang Yuxin said, putting down his steamed bun and refusing to eat it.

She knows that today, because of the need to go to the shed, and the two brothers are also in a hurry, so at noon, they can't cook. Otherwise, Tang Zhinian should come to pick her up for dinner.

Although their family's conditions are not good, Tang Zhinian is an honest person and doesn't like to take advantage of others. She seldom eats at Chen Zhong's place, and now she doesn't pick her up. That proves that they didn't sleep last night and don't eat today.