Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

Mulan replied impatiently, "Mother, you can't do this, that's not okay. Since you don't want your third brother to work in the field, you can only spend money to ask someone to help you harvest.

Otherwise, who would be so kind to help our family cut all the rice? This thankless thing will not be done by a few people.

It doesn't matter if you are not willing to spend this amount of money. Anyway, you are the one who loses. After all, the rice in an acre of land is worth a lot of money! "

Old lady Zhu replied with sorrow, "Don't I just talk... I feel sorry for the money first and what's wrong?"

"Mother, you can figure it out, but I have found a way for you. You can do it yourself when it comes to inviting people."

Old lady Zhu wanted to count on Erfang to help, but she didn't expect Mulan to refuse in advance.

Mulan knew clearly that Mrs. Zhu liked to calculate. If she asks someone to come over to help with the work, maybe she still wants to rely on her, want her to pay.

She wasn't that stupid. She helped the big room with hundreds of dollars of wages for nothing.

"Mother, let's go back if there is nothing wrong. Erhu still has to cut the rice." Mulan said goodbye.

Old lady Zhu was not easy to stay, so she agreed.

Zhao Yun'er only noticed when he arrived in the courtyard of Zhu's house. This Zhu Sanlu made a room with some seats in it. About ten children were sitting in the room, studying behind Zhu Sanlu.

And when she arrived in the yard, she was hearing a poem read in the house.

"The light wine is in front of the people, hugged by the nephrite lamp, and looking back into the hug is always affectionate. Pain and pain, gently pushing the Lang, gradually heard the sound trembling, slightly shocked. Trying and more vertical, there is no seam, this Back to the flavours, move around, arms together, lips together, tongue together."

Zhao Yuner's face suddenly sank after listening.

This voice belongs to Zhu Sanlu, and the person who reads this poem is also Zhu Sanlu.

Zhao Yun'er thought that Zhu Sanlu had changed temperament, and that he had become better and knew that he was doing serious things.

But now, after listening to Zhu Sanlu’s poems, I realized what it means to be difficult to change.

Even teaching children to study is also teaching messy things.

This is a serious poem, it is obviously a little yellow poem.

I don't know where Zhu Sanlu learned it, but I am very interested in these things and know a lot.

It is obviously inappropriate to read this kind of poem to children, because these children are very young, and let them learn these things, isn't it a bad child?

The so-called benevolence is completely non-existent by Zhu Sanlu.

This Zhu Sanlu is a wretched man, who is disgusting.

The people in the village might not know Zhu Sanlu's behavior, otherwise they would not dare to send their children over to study.

The original intention of the parents is good, read and read words, and gain more knowledge. The fees in the school are expensive, but Zhu Sanlu is cheap here, so I can learn something. Don't you know that you can only meet a wolf like Zhu Sanlu.

Zhao Yuner stopped to listen, and saw some children inside asking Zhu Sanlu, "Sir, what do you mean by this poem?"

"Yes, sir, just tell us about it, we don't understand."

Zhu Sanlu smiled trivially, "What? Do you know what it means?"

"Hmm!" The children nodded in response.

The wretched smile on Zhu Sanlu's mouth grew a little thicker, "Hey, I'll tell you well, sir."

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