Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

As soon as Lou Xiao'e said a word, the little girl in Song Qingshan's arms was babbling, stretching out her two small arms, and shining a pair of bright eyes.

He hugged Lou Xiaoe.

A little girl who has only turned one year old can already speak clearly.

This is the child of Song Qingshan's family.

Every one of them drank the spiritual spring water since they were young, and they all looked like little monsters.

"Hey, Auntie's little baby."

Seeing little Song Yi who looks like a porcelain doll.

Lou Xiaoe's heart almost melted.

He quickly reached out and hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek.

Song Qingshan's two daughters.

Although they are all small padded jackets, they are very close to his father.

But the eldest daughter Song Ling is like a half-boy.

Weird.

Playing wildly in the courtyard with my elder brother and younger brother all day long.

rather lively.

The little girl, Song Yi, has a quiet temperament and is closest to Song Qingshan. Every day when she opens her eyes, she calls for her father to hug her.

I can't wait to occupy my father's arms all day long.

Qin Huairu sometimes gets jealous when she sees it.

It is said that the daughter is the little lover of the father in the previous life, Song Ling, this girl, Qin Huairu, didn't think so.

The little girl has a deep understanding.

Song Qingshan looked at the little girl whom Lou Xiaoe cherished in his arms, and was surprised for a while.

My own intimate little padded jacket.

He is very clear.

Apart from herself and her own mother, Qin Huairu, she is actually not that close to Lou Xiaoe.

Now suddenly hug.

This is after hearing what Lou Xiaoe said just now, and then give him a relief as a father.

Being young is kind of scary.

This is a little monster.

but.

Song Qingshan was very happy.

As a hundred-year-old man, I still have five or six children.

Why not an old monster in the eyes of others?

"Second brother, on New Year's Eve, the stick's hand in the front yard was blown to pieces by a firecracker."

"It's terrible."

the other side.

After the New Year's greetings, the children started to play around together, and Song Yu and the others didn't call Song Yun an outsider.

Or relatives of "[-]".

They all regard him as their own brother and brother.

There is no gap between the children.

This all depends on Song Qingshan's education of several children since childhood.

Only then have the current rapport.

Brothers are of one mind.

The future era is theirs, and the Song family will also rely on them to support them.

Little Song Wu saw his second brother.

Immediately, he couldn't wait to tell the good news that the stick was injured.

"Really?"

Little Song Yun couldn't believe it.

It's not that he doesn't trust his younger brother Song Wu, it's just that he always exaggerates when he speaks.

He suspected that the stick was not so seriously injured.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask the eldest brother, the third brother, and the younger sister are all beside me."

"If you don't believe me, ask them."

Seeing the suspicious look in his second brother's eyes, Xiao Song Wu immediately became anxious.

Little Song Yun looked at his elder brother Song Yu.

"Fourth brother is right. This time, the stick was indeed seriously injured, and his hand was blown to pieces."

Song Yun nodded.

"It's a pity, I know that this year's Chinese New Year is over at home." Xiao Songyun looked regretful.

He has always regarded this place as his home.

My mother, Lou Xiaoe, is there.

In his heart, he was just grandma and grandpa.

"Hey, second brother, let's go and see the stick."

Little Song Wu laughed.

suggested.

Some fear that the world will not be chaotic.

"Little bastard, don't make trouble." Song Qingshan glared at his youngest son.

He educated several sons from childhood to adulthood.

Don't be afraid.

But don't be provocative either.

If you are bullied or provoked outside.

Even if it's a big deal.

As an old man, he can stand up for them.

Several children kept it in their hearts.

But this little Song Wu is really too cheap.

He has been beaten a lot since he was a child.

Adding one piece is more than his brothers.

Song Qingshan had a terrible headache.

"Father, let's go out to play with the second brother." Little Song Wu looked at his father's stern eyes and felt guilty for a while.

"You can go out to play, but give the money to your mother first."

Song Qingshan said with a straight face.

Each of the children carried a ten-yuan bill, Song Qingshan was not afraid that they would spend it indiscriminately.

A few children have everything since childhood.

Occasionally, Song Qingshan would give some change to his eldest son, Song Yu, and ask him to take his younger siblings to the supply and marketing agency to buy snacks.

But there was a ten-dollar bill in his pocket.

Huaibi is innocent, but Qiyu is guilty.

Song Qingshan was worried that if he was seen by the courtyard or other people, he would become malicious.

"Mom, here you are."

Hearing what the old man said, the children all handed over the unwarmed bills to Qin's mother, Qin Huairu.

None of the children seemed reluctant.

because.

Song Yu, Song Yun, and Song Fei, these three children are quite sensible, and never dared to speak for your father.

Song Wu and Song Ling are twins.

Still young.

No concept of money.

"It's so good. Mom will let you guys keep it until you grow up and marry a wife."

Looking at some well-behaved children.

Qin Huairu was all smiles.

"Mom, Aunt Qin, the New Year's money from my aunt." Song Yun also handed the two big tickets in his pocket to Lou Xiao'e.

Qin Jingru also gave the child a ten-dollar bill.

but.

It was given to her by her brother-in-law in advance.

Turn left to right.

Just to make her face in front of the children.

in this era.

Giving the child one dollar as a New Year's Eve money is the most generous one.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the son-in-law returned home.

Song Qingshan took his family of children to Qinhuairu's house in the countryside.

Give lucky money to relatives and children.

All in one piece.

As for the lucky money given by these relatives, Song Qingshan only needs ten cents.

Of course.

They are also those relatives who are better.

Song Qingshan is like this.

"Don't give it to me, keep it for yourself." Lou Xiaoe glanced down and said softly.

Their family is not short of money.

Besides, just this precious son, the future property will also belong to him.

In addition, the son is talented in business.

Lou Xiaoe wanted to cultivate her son's money values ​​since childhood.

The money is for him to decide for himself.

"Mom, you should take it, my father said he would give it to you." Xiao Songyun glanced at his father.

"Well, it's better to listen to my father."

Lou Xiao'e looked at Song Qingshan with resentful eyes, and the father kept his word.