While eating, Zhao Jianmin led Zhao Manjiang to come, saying that he was going to the town to catch the market, and asked if there was anything to bring.

Qiao Nuo pulled Zhao Manjiang to sit down, brought dishes and chopsticks to people, and beckoned people to eat together. Obviously, the sick child wanted to go to the market, but the adults refused to take it, so they were coaxed out.

After Grandpa Qiao explained what he wanted to bring, he brewed a bowl of malt milk essence for Zhao Manjiang.

Zhao Manjiang held the bowl in both hands and took a small sip and drank it.

Jono said, "I'll make you a bowl after drinking." ”

Zhao Manjiang's eyes lit up, and he picked up the bowl and drank it in a big gulp.

Taking advantage of his son's drinking malt milk essence, Zhao Jianmin quietly left.

Zhao Manjiang ate a bowl of rice and drank two bowls of malt milk essence, and suddenly reacted, his old son was gone, and suddenly threw the bowl in his hand, ran away, and ran home, his father and grandfather were long gone, and the plow at home was gone, crying.

His grandmother was distressed and sighed: "It's big, it's not easy to fool." ”

pulled the little grandson and coaxed: "Is Nuno at home?" Why don't you play with Nono? ”

Zhao Manjiang twitched and partnered: "At home, Nuo Nuo gave me chicken legs, and my grandfather gave me malt milk essence." "I haven't eaten the pears that my grandfather washed, and I haven't caught up with his father and grandfather, so I regret running home.

Zhao Manjiang thought about it, climbed onto the kang and took out the watercolor pen he had just bought, hugged it in his arms, jumped off the kang, and ran out, shouting as he ran: "I'm looking for Nuo Nuo to play, Mom, you call me when my dad comes back." ”

Zhao Jianmin's daughter-in-law hurriedly chased after her, but she couldn't stand her son running fast, but she didn't catch up in the end, and she didn't wear a big padded jacket when she went out, so she couldn't stand the cold, so she had to go home first.

Jono looked at the child who had gone and returned with a blank expression, and his gaze was very unkind. This kid just dropped a bowl in their house! Their family is so poor, it costs money to buy a bowl!

The two children met on the kang and painted.

At this time, someone came to Grandpa Qiao to see a doctor.

Although Grandpa Qiao has already said that he will not see a doctor anymore, there is no doctor in the nearby ten miles and eight villages, and it is not easy for the villagers to refuse when they ask for the door.

When grandpa walked out of the courtyard and closed the door, Qiao Nuo smiled silently, got off the kang, took the bowl, hugged the jar of malt milk essence, and greeted Zhao Manjiang: "Let's compete to drink malt milk essence, whoever drinks more wins." ”

Zhao Manjiang's little eyes were shining: "It's the puppy who loses!" ”

Jono choked and shook his head: "No, you lose and give me the watercolor pen, I lose and give you a can of malt cream!" If you don't compare with me, I'll let my grandfather give you injections! ”

Zhao Manjiang agreed without thinking about it, in order not to take the injection, in order to keep the watercolor pen to win the malt milk essence, he drank three bowls very heroically, and held the fourth Wan in his hand.

Giorno only took two sips of the first bowl, put down the bowl, and said, "You won." Admitting defeat, he brought a bucket of malt milk essence over, and quickly cleaned up the empty bowl and put it back in the kitchen, except for the unfinished malt milk essence bowl in Zhao Manjiang's hand, everything was returned to its place.

Grandpa Qiao came back and saw that the little grandson was painting on his stomach, and the other child was eating pears, looking like he was having a good time, so he completely put his mind at ease, washed his face, got on the kang, and watched the little grandson paint.

Jono drew a bunch of old men Ding, and wrote next to it: Grandpa.

Grandpa Qiao couldn't praise a few words if he wanted to.

Zhao Manjiang drank too much water, and ate a pear from the boss, and it didn't take long for him to hold it back, so he ran to the toilet under the kang.

Once gone, I didn't come back for a long time.

Grandpa Qiao was worried, so he went over to find someone and brought back a child who was walking with his head almost down to his chest.

Qiao Nuo blinked and said, "I can't wear my pants Jiang Jiang, I'll go to his house to get them." "Get dressed and get off the kang, and run away.

Running to the door of Zhao Jianmin's house, Qiao Nuo slapped the door hard, and while patting, he picked up the internal force and shouted: "Sister-in-law, Jiang Jiang peed his pants!" "The sound was so loud that almost half of the village could hear it.

Zhao Jianmin's daughter-in-law was not at home, and Zhao Manjiang's grandmother hurriedly took her clothes and went over to find her grandson.

Grandpa Qiao said: "I don't know why the belt of the trousers is knotted (the strip of cloth is sewn, and his grandson secretly dragged it to death), and the child can't untie it." ”

Jono smiled silently.

Grandma Zhao Manjiang changed her grandson's cotton pants and dragged people home.

Zhao Manjiang fell backwards and refused to leave.

Qiao Nuo understood, and hugged a can of malt milk essence: "Give it to Jiang Jiang." ”

Zhao Manjiang hugged him in his arms, lowered his head and kept silent, his grandmother didn't let go no matter how he coaxed him. It's his! He won it! But the person has not yet come out of the blow of wetting his pants, and he does not want to say a word.

Grandma Zhao Manjiang couldn't resist her grandson, so she had to accept the malt milk essence, praised Qiao Nuo again and again, and led her grandson away.

Sending off the grandparents and grandchildren, Grandpa Qiao kissed the little grandson who generously did not eat alone, went to the kitchen to have lunch, and saw two malt milk bowls on the stove, and the whole person was a little bad. One, one, little bastard, people and children will throw you a bowl!

Also, he heard his grandson's shout just now, and he heard it at home, far away!

At the age of eight, he drank malt milk essence until he peed his pants, and this black history was enough for the child to carry it for a lifetime. The little grandson will be repaid like this, and now he is soft and weak, but when he is big, his martial arts will not be what he wants, so what should he do if he pats people's heads!

Good intentions.

It is urgent to correct the crooked temperament of the little grandson!

But how to break it up must be pondered carefully, otherwise it will not be good to cause rebellion. The devil raised in the place where he eats, catches the imperial cook, learns medicine, and catches the imperial doctor, and touches the hair is the right way.

During the meal, Qiao Nuo carefully looked at his grandfather's face, found nothing abnormal, and immediately relieved himself, and ate a bowl full of rice with egg custard.

Not long after the meal, the people who rushed to the market returned.

Zhao Jianmin also sent the things brought by Qiao's family.

Zhao Manjiang carried a brand-new backpack on his back, a string of sugar gourds in one hand, ate a string for himself, and gave a string to Qiao Nuo.

Qiao Nuo stroked a grain of hawthorn, and his face wrinkled into bun folds: "It's so sour." ”

Grandpa Qiao brought a lot of things, a pack of soap and laundry detergent and other daily necessities, as well as a box of fresh vegetables.

Grandpa Qiao picked up two tomatoes and two cucumbers and stuffed them into Zhao Manjiang's new schoolbag.

Jono was distressed. Now there are not as many greenhouse vegetables as in later generations, they are still difficult to walk on the cold road here, they are all transported from other places, and most of the people in the village are reluctant to buy them for the New Year. is also a spoiled grandson who has no lower limit and pays attention to balanced nutrition and meat and vegetables, and he is so poor that he is reluctant to cut off fresh vegetables for his grandson.

Grandpa Qiao grabbed the little grandson's little fist in his hand, until the father and son left.

Grandpa Qiao put the newly bought vegetables, and Qiao Nuo was in a hurry. Grandpa is a person who can't live, he can't open the source, not to mention that he doesn't throttle, their family is obviously so poor!

Suddenly, Jono had an idea and had the idea of making money: "Grandpa, why don't we sell prescriptions?" ”

Grandpa Qiao was silent for a moment and said, "I have already donated it, and I have not sold it." "After the liberation, I donated all the Chinese medicine prescriptions in my family, and then my life was not good, and my hands were disabled, so I no longer had the leisure to think about new prescriptions.

Jono climbed onto the stove, raised his hand, couldn't reach it, jumped up and rushed to his grandfather, was hugged tightly, raised his hand, patted his grandfather on the shoulder, and comforted: "Don't be sad, grandpa, you still have me, I have a prescription." ”

Grandpa Joe squinted at his little grandson. A few kinds of medicinal herbs stir and poison a group of people? Scold!

Qiao Nuo nodded vigorously: "Lose weight, get rid of acne, grandpa, you don't know how smelly and beautiful people outside will be in a few years, you don't want to lose weight, you can go under the knife on your face in order to look good!" "That's a world of face-seeing!

Grandpa Qiao: "...... Really cure the undead? ”

Qiao Nuo looked proud: "Grandpa, you believe me, weight loss pills are produced by our ghost doctor, acne medicine is produced by the miracle doctor, and there are successful cases." ”

Grandpa Qiao: "...... What's the case? I couldn't help but think of the little grandson with a small pimple on his face.

Qiao Nuo said: "Our left protector, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes, was deceived by the undercover owner of the famous sword villa, and after killing the whole family, he ate himself into a big fat man of 300 catties, and he also had acne on his face. Every time I think he is fat, I ask the ghost doctor to give him diet pills, and when I think he is ugly, I force the miracle doctor to give him acne pills, which is good, and the effect is very good. "It's just that every time healed, it won't be long before he goes back.

Grandpa Qiao: "......" My grandson seems to be talking about killing the whole family, right?

The words "killing the whole family" are so lightly said and said as a matter of course, how to teach, how to teach, how to teach, how to teach!

Grandpa Qiao is still clawing here, and Qiao Nuo over there has already written two squares and slapped them in front of his grandfather.

Grandpa Qiao saw it, smacked it for a while, and felt that the two recipes were very exquisite, and they should be worth a lot of money if they were sold.

Grandpa Qiao's face turned strange. Is this the rhythm of being supported by grandchildren?

It feels like it's pretty good.

Hesitant again.

"In the end, it's someone else's recipe." Grandpa Joe was unwilling.

Jono was right: "Their lives are mine, and their things are naturally mine, and it is their honor to serve this seat!" "The Demon Sect has no human rights, he has the biggest fist, he is the boss. Up and down the Demon Sect, those who can pant and those who can't breathe are all his!

Grandpa Qiao: "......" slumbered face.

In order to prevent the collapse of the three views, the old man refused to think about the murderous world where his little grandson had lived five times for a total of 80 years.

Qiao Nuo said excitedly: "Grandpa, I sold the recipe to buy you goat's milk to drink." ”

Grandpa Qiao: "...... no, I don't want to drink thousands of dollars a bowl of goat's milk." Silently put away the recipe.

Realizing that he had made a great contribution to the family's economy, Jono held up his small chest - look, this seat is still very useful! Grandpa will definitely like this seat even more!

Grandpa Joe washed a tomato for his little grandson.

Qiao Nuo took it, he was not in a hurry to eat, he held his hand in his palm, his hand was too small to cover it, so he covered it here and there, it was still cold after covering it for a long time, and after thinking about it, he opened the placket of the little padded jacket and put it on the meat to cover the small belly.

Covering it hot, he held it in both hands and handed it to his grandfather: "It's not cold, grandpa eats." I ran to the kitchen, took another one to wash and clean, and walked back.

Grandpa Joe's tears almost fell. Such a well-behaved cub, how much suffering does it have to endure to grow into a murderous little devil without blinking! Hold the hot tomatoes in your hand and bite down hard. This is the best tomato the old man has ever eaten in his life!