Seeing Ding Guihua like this, Wang Yingru knew that her mother-in-law was going to pick her own shortcomings again.

Even if she stayed at her mother's house for a few more days and didn't come back in time for the autumn harvest, she wouldn't need this, right?

After all, Qingqing is so young, she still has to take care of her, even if she comes back, how much can she do?

So he didn't want to take care of Ding Guihua, so he pushed the car and entered the house first.

"Look at her like that, and say that you wronged her......" Ding Guihua's grievances faintly came from behind her, and her father's silent reaction.

Originally, Zhang Shouguo's silence on the way back was enough to annoy Wang Yingru, and when she came back, her mother-in-law was still so sneering, Wang Yingru was even more angry, and she was also angry when she took and put things.

"Mom, Mom, Mom ......" Zhang Qing sang "Mom's Song" in a milky voice, expecting her mother to dissipate her anger.

Zhang Qing is now very clear about her positioning: a living treasure that gives full play to her expertise to adjust the mood of her family, and vows to sell cuteness to the end!

Seeing that her mother just looked at herself, she picked her up and put her on the ground, Zhang Qing hurriedly grabbed Wang Yingru's pants to prevent herself from falling.

Look at her mother's expression, hey, selling cuteness is ineffective?

With her eyes rolling, Zhang Qing tugged at Wang Yingru's clothes and asked her to pick herself up.

Then he put his arm around her neck and kissed her on the face several times.

Her daughter's tender little mouth touched her face, Wang Yingru only felt that her heart was about to melt, and the qi in her heart melted a lot unconsciously, and a little smile appeared on her face.

Zhang Qing laughed after Hehe, her big eyes bent into crescent moons.

Her smile was very infectious, making people unconsciously happy, and the only bit of anger left in Wang Yingru's heart disappeared.

Seeing that her mother was finally happy, Zhang Qing made a "yes" gesture in her heart.

"What a mother's little baby. Wang Yingru hugged Zhang Qing and kissed and kissed, but she felt that no matter how much she loved, she couldn't love enough.

When Zhang Shouguo walked in, the smile on Wang Yingru's face was still gone, and the happy atmosphere of the mother and daughter eased Zhang Shouguo's tone.

"That, if you put things away, just cook, I'm going uphill (down the ground) now to work with our father, and then you have dinner with our mother, and our mother has to go uphill, by the way, send our food, you can break peanuts at home." (Because the peanut falls off by beating the peanut straw, it is called breaking peanuts)

Wang Yingru nodded, put Zhang Qing on the kang, gave her a villain book to play with, and said: "Qingqing obediently play on the kang, don't climb around, be careful not to fall." ”

Since I found out that Zhang Qing was particularly interested in some books, month cards (calendars) and other things with words, and after looking at it for a long time, Wang Yingru found her several villain books, with pictures and words on them, Qingqing should like it more.

Of course, she doesn't think Zhang Qing can understand it, but she sees this as a symbol of her daughter's intelligence and love of learning.

Zhang Shouguo saw that after Zhang Qing listened to Wang Yingru's words, he nodded as if he understood, so he grabbed the villain book and climbed into the kang against the window, looked down and looked at it as if he looked at it, he was very surprised, and at the same time he was not at ease and said: "Just let her be on the kang by herself, and don't need to tie the window with a rope? What if she falls off the kang." ”

Because adults have to work, can not always watch the child, and are afraid that the child who can already crawl and run but is not yet ignorant is moving and falling or something, the common practice at this time is to find a rope to tie the child's waist, and the other end is tied to the window to prevent the child from having an accident.

Zhang Qing can now climb very neatly, even walking, and can walk a few steps with something, but she remembers that children learning to walk too early will not be good for bone development, so they rarely practice walking, and they still mainly climb.

"Qingqing is smart!" Hearing Zhang Shouguo say this, Wang Yingru looked at him with a little pride, "She can usually understand what she talks to, and she is very obedient, I told her not to crawl, she won't crawl!"

Wang Yingru also tried several times before daring to do this, after all, if Zhang Qing was really injured, she was the most distressed one.

Zhang Shouguo was still not at ease, and repeatedly advised: "You must look at her more, and put a quilt on the edge of the kang for her." ”

"Alright, got it, I can watch from below. ”

The structure of their house, the kitchen is the middle room, the fire is cooked, and the pot head is connected to the east kang, so that after the fire is burned, the smoke will first pass through the kang and then be discharged from the chimney, and the kang will be hot.

So Zhang Qing was playing on the kang, and Wang Yingru could see it by cooking below and stretching her head.

Seeing Wang Yingru carefully put the quilt on the side of the kang to block Zhang Qing, Zhang Shouguo left with his heart.

Zhang Qing listened to the conversation of her parents, but she didn't care too much, she was still too young, it was normal for them to be uneasy about themselves, as long as they showed more smart and well-behaved side, they would be more at ease with themselves.

Looking at the villain book in her hand, Zhang Qing was rarely interested.

Originally, she was only interested in storybooks because her life was too boring, and she felt too bad to be trapped in the body of a little baby and couldn't do anything, and there were many interesting things printed on the calendar card, such as the sexagenary and the things to be avoided.

But after turning over all these things at home, Zhang Qing has nothing to read, after all, there is no literate person in the family, and the only few storybooks are still left over by her second uncle. Zhang Qing simply forced herself to calm down, cultivate herself, and treat this period of time as cultivation.

I used to be always anxious, and my temper was not very good, although I consciously changed it, but as the saying goes: the country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. Changing nature is not an easy task.

And Zhang Qing's cultivation is far from enough.

Isn't God reborn in infancy a chance to cultivate one's nature?

Zhang Qing, who was bored with her life, suddenly felt that as long as she could endure her temperament and live every day calmly, then every day would become meaningful.

She even hummed some of the songs she used to sing. Of course, in the eyes of adults, it is just a baby learning to speak.

Although Wang Yingru thought that Zhang Qing couldn't read words, she was still proud of Zhang Qing's unique love for books.

So she tried to get Zhang Qing several villain books, some of which were borrowed from others, and some of which were bought at the market.

For them, who live a tight life, spending money on villain books is simply a luxury.

But Wang Yingru is a person who is willing to spend money on her children, she would rather wear one less piece of clothing for herself and buy what her children like.

Zhang Qing has always known this.

And the villain book in Zhang Qing's hand was bought back by Wang Yingru for five cents, which tells the story of Journey to the West.

The story of Journey to the West is well-known, and Zhang Qing is naturally familiar with it, and the cover is painted with rough strokes of the four Monkey King masters and apprentices, of course, it is far less exquisite than the printed materials of later generations, and even the paper is a little yellowed, and it doesn't look like a new book.

Zhang Qing didn't care much about these things, what really aroused her interest was that the words on it were actually in traditional Chinese.

As far as Zhang Qing knows, it is rare to see traditional Chinese characters in daily reading, and generally only people who practice calligraphy will insist on writing traditional Chinese characters.

Thinking of calligraphy, Zhang Qing's eyes lit up, he was a calligraphy lover in his previous life, but unfortunately he never learned it seriously, and he once bought a calligraphy copy, but he couldn't stick to it for various reasons.

It is said that words are like people, in the previous life, Zhang Qing has not been very satisfied with his words, in this life, let's start with calligraphy.

To practice calligraphy, you need to know traditional characters, although you can't really practice calligraphy now, but you can learn traditional characters first.

Zhang Qing looked at the villain book carefully, and lamented in her heart that in front of traditional Chinese characters, she had become half illiterate.

There are so many words that I don't know.

Even if you know how to read, you may not be able to write.

Well, let's start from scratch and learn these words first.

Thinking like this, Zhang Qing compared the villain book and stretched out her little finger to learn "writing".

Wang Yingru occasionally looked on the kang between cooking, and saw a petite person sitting by the window, with her waist straight, her head leaning forward slightly, and she was engrossed in looking at the villain book on the windowsill.

But how is it possible, Qingqing still has seven days to turn ten months, how can she understand it? It must be her own delusion just now.

Shaking her head, Wang Yingru warmed up a rice fence of cornmeal steamed buns and a rice fence of dried sweet potatoes, and quickly fried a large pot of beans.

Although the family has been separated, in the past two years, when the autumn harvest was busy, the two families ate together, so that one person could cook, and one person could be saved to work in the field.

Last year, Wang Yingru couldn't go to the ground with a big belly, and she also cooked at home.

After the meal was ready, Wang Yingru hurriedly came over to call Zhang Qing: "Qingqing, it's time to eat!"

Zhang Qing sighed, put her two little hands together and rubbed them, and after practicing kung fu for so long a day, her fingers were sore.

But the results are also gratifying, Zhang Qing found that she was only so young, and her memory was very good, and she remembered a word after writing it two or three times. Her mother's cooking, she has learned all the traditional Chinese characters in this book that she can read but can't write, and even some words she doesn't know have learned to write first.

Seeing that Zhang Qing's eyes were still staring at the book, Wang Yingru couldn't help but wonder: "Qingqing is a little book lover at such a young age!

Zhang Qinghan. In her previous life, she went to a prestigious university, and in this life, she should work hard towards the top universities in China.

hugged Zhang Qing, and Wang Yingru went out again to call her mother-in-law to come in for dinner.

Seeing the rice in the pot, Ding Guihua said to Wang Yingru: "I'll bring them the steamed buns from the rice fence, you don't work at home, eat some sweet potatoes." ”

When Wang Yingru heard this, her face immediately changed.