The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

At this time, there was a knock on the door of their house, and the person who came was a servant of Wei Xiangshen's family. He brought a bag of fruit, a bag of pastries, and two fish, saying that he was making amends for the child's fight today. Apologetic.

In fact, when children fight, no matter who initiates it first, both parties are at fault.

Now that the Wei family has come to make an apology, Zhao Dong has a little more affection for the Wei family.

So, after Zhao Zhitong washed and changed his clothes, he rushed out of the room and found that the family's little radish heads were all surrounded by the yard, looking at something.

She squeezed over and took a look, and it turned out to be two big fat fish.

Zhao Zhitong was puzzled: "Wow, where did the fish come from?"

Sun Daqing said happily: "Just now, the servants of the Wei squire's family brought two boxes of snacks."

Then he pointed it to Zhao Zhitong.

So, a bunch of radish heads started discussing around the fish, discussing how to eat the fish to be delicious, boiled for a while, fried for a while, and steamed for a while.

The stomachs of the discussion began to growl, and then they all focused on the two boxes of pastries. After Sun Mei nodded, a group of little carrot heads went to grab the pastries.

The pastry is mung bean cake, which smells very sweet, but there are not many of them, so Zhao Zhitong stood up, hugged the pastry and said, "You are not allowed to grab it, we all want to eat it, and it is best to eat it together."

Several 'Auspicious Celebrations' nodded repeatedly: "We listen to my little cousin."

So, Zhao Zhitong acted as a pastry 'referee', breaking apart the mung bean cake and distributing it to several brothers and sisters.

Then it was given to uncle, aunt, father, mother, grandpa, and each of them shared a piece.

At the end of the portion, there was only a small sip left in her hand. Zhao Zhitong didn't care about the least portion, and happily put it in her mouth when she squeezed it. The sweetness of mung beans spread out, and she narrowed her eyes happily: " It's delicious!"

Several little radish heads nodded one after another: "Yes, yes, it's delicious."

Then this group of greedy little radishheads set their sights on the box of fruit again.

Zhao Zhitong doesn't like to eat fruit, the fruit is full of sugar, very sweet, she doesn't like it, so after distributing all the fruit to the family, she ran excitedly to get the paper that Zhao Dong bought for her.

Those little radish heads gathered around Zhao Zhitong after eating the fruit, watching her study ink and write.

Zhao Zhitong can pinch a pencil, but she can't hold a brush at all, so she just grabbed the whole one in her hand and wrote on the paper. What she wrote was her name.

However, because the ink was not developed, and she used too much force, the entire bristles of the brush were pressed down, and the font was a black mass, like ghostly drawn symbols, and the characters could not be seen at all.

Sun Daqing laughed at the side: "Little cousin, your writing is really ugly."

Zhao Zhitong didn't care, and said confidently: "I just started to study, after I study for a few days, the writing will look good."

Then, he admired his own 'masterpiece' happily.

Sun Kang watched happily from the sidelines: "Come on girl, grandpa will teach you how to hold a pen."

Zhao Zhitong looked at Grandpa with sparkling eyes in an instant: "Wow, Grandpa can also write! Grandpa is so good!"

Sun Kang laughed straight: "That's right, grandpa wants to prescribe medicine for people, and he can't write. How can he do it?"

As he spoke, he moved a bench and let Zhao Zhitong sit down: "The sitting posture for writing must be correct, and the waist must be straight. Very good, let's open the palm first, with the thumb pointing up, and the ring finger and little finger slightly bent."

Zhao Zhitong obeyed obediently, and when he was done, he looked at Sun Kang begging for praise: "Grandpa, is that so?"

Sun Kang smiled and said: "Yes, that's it, come on, then put the pen between the middle finger and the ring finger, the middle finger and the index finger fit the brush naturally, put the thumb between the middle finger and the index finger, um, yes, that's it ..."

Zhao Zhitong was very excited when he learned how to hold a pen with his grandfather today, and then wrote a pair of big characters, saying that he would take it to the school the next day to show his husband.

Sun Daqing's little radishheads also followed the lively learning, Zhao Zhitong read the characters, and they all followed them in unison.

The atmosphere in the entire small courtyard is full of fun and laughter.

Zhao Yu, who was helping Sun Mei to light the fire, looked at them, and when he heard their laughter, he also followed them silly. They read, and he followed in a low voice.

Zhao Cheng, who helped chop firewood, also had a smile on his face. They thought this was their happiest time, which is great.

But, it would be nice if my sister was there too.

This idea flashed in Zhao Yu's mind, and it disappeared immediately, and then scolded himself angrily, for being too greedy.

It is already a great gift from uncle and aunt to take in the two brothers, why does he want so much more.

Then he shook his head and hurriedly concentrated on lighting the fire.

The Zhao family was happy and harmonious, but the Wei family was in trouble, so the Wu family stopped pretending to be virtuous and kept making trouble.

Fortunately, the old lady Wei took Wei Shulan into her care this time, so the Wu family only dared to make trouble in the courtyard, not in front of the old lady, so Wei Shulan was spared from being bullied.

The Qiao family was not calm either. Qiao Muchen had been weak since he was a child due to premature birth, and could get sick when the cold wind blows. This time, there was a fight, but it didn't scare Qiao's mother enough.

Even though Wei's family said they had asked the Langzhong to look at it, and it was all right, she was still worried, holding her son and crying, "Son, you can't have any troubles, mother is only you, only you."

This is not the first time Qiao Muchen has seen Mother Qiao lose her composure like this. Whenever he is sick, his mother will do this.

Although he was young, he also understood that after his father left, only he and his mother were left in the entire Qiao family, and he was his mother's only support.

So, he can't be busy, otherwise what will mother do.

Immediately hugged Qiao's mother and cried: "Mother, I'm sorry, I made you worry again, I will never fight again, don't cry."

The mother and son hugged each other, relying on each other, watching Mrs. Qian wipe tears from time to time, then went out and beat her grandson: "I told you to follow the young master well, why did you run back alone, the young master has Three up and two paragraphs, see if I don't break your leg."

Little Shitou ran around in the yard frightened: "Grandma, don't hit me, don't hit me, I know I'm wrong!"

Hearing the commotion outside, Qiao Muchen came out and stopped Pozi Qian: "Granny Qian, don't hit the little rock. I asked him to come back. Don't blame him."

Only then did Granny Qian throw away the wooden stick in her hand, and looked at Qiao Muchen jealously: "Young master, you are the only flesh and blood of the master, and you must never do such dangerous things in the future, you know?"

She is Qiao's mother's wet nurse. She has been with Qiao's mother since she was married. She also saw that Qiao Muchen was small and thin from birth. The doctor said that the child could not be raised, but this is the last of the master's flesh and blood.

She and the girl didn't believe in evil. Qiao's mother had no milk, so they borrowed milk from everywhere, used goat's milk, and raised the child bit by bit, and finally raised the child to such an age.

To put it bluntly, she treats the young master as her own grandson.

Qiao Muchen nodded heavily and said: "Grandma Qian, don't worry, I will never let my mother and you worry about me anymore."

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