The dark clouds rolled, the wind lifted, and the sky was seen. Lightning and thunder produce rain, like a cover for distant mountains.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan stood on the small bench, looking out of the window, the heavy rain was pouring down, falling on the ground bit by bit, one blister after another appeared and disappeared, it looked foggy, and countless small streams of water gathered together and rose and fell towards the low-lying place.

"Originally, I wanted to give some carrots to the people in Zhuangzi today, but it seems that I can only wait for the weather to clear." Wang Juan bit a carrot strip in his mouth and said in a muffled voice.

"Well, I've heard people say that carrots need to be made with oil to better absorb nutrients, how can there be so much oil in the village, carrot seeds can produce oil themselves, right?" As soon as Zhang Xiaobao talked about the banker, he wrinkled up and looked sad.

"Yes, it's expensive, I've bought it before, will you?" Wang Juan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said, drooling is a natural phenomenon.

"No, but I will make soybean oil, which is very simple, just make a bucket-shaped thing, put the beans in it, and then keep adding wedges to it, relying on physical pressure to get the oil out, and the rest is soybean cake, some people who lack virtue use this bean cake to make tofu, which is not delicious at all."

"Yo, you'll have quite a few?" Wang Juan had never seen this method of squeezing soybean oil, and he was a little unconvinced.

Zhang Xiaobao didn't argue, but said leisurely: "What is this? There are some old people who can scare you to death when they say something, some simple herbal formulas, acupuncture, cupping, scraping, masonry, breeding livestock and watching livestock, planting all kinds of food, carpentry, charcoal, bricks, basketry, basketry, etc.

When some people show off these as knowledge, those simple people are passed down from generation to generation, and they have been soaked into life, and they have become the way to live, which belongs to instinct.

My grandfather, the dean, in addition to what I said, can also paint, write calligraphy, carve, measure feng shui, and do things such as curium jars, pots, bowls, scissors and kitchen knives in the yard. ”

Zhang Xiaobao said, as if he was caught in a memory again, the expression on his face kept changing, and finally he let out a long breath and smiled at Wang Juan, which meant that she should not worry.

"Can't you? I'm not saying that no one knows these things, I'm saying your orphanage can't even afford a bowl, right? I used to hear my parents say that when they were young, they had to be beaten when they hit a dish and bowl, but later, no one cared at all. Wang Juan was a little surprised.

"Don't talk about it, when the light appears, there is always darkness on the other side, a good environment is nothing more than a shadowless lamp, that is, to make the darkness more hidden, not easy to find, the top of the shadowless lamp, it is also dark, this time I got a lot of money from the Song swindlers, tomorrow let people collect soybeans, I want to squeeze oil."

Zhang Xiaobao wiped off a drop of rain that blew on his face, returned to a child's expression, and said lightly.

The voices of the two of them were relatively quiet, and Xiao Hong, who was sitting at the door, only knew what the little ancestor was talking about, and the specifics were not clear.

Now she is not worried about the danger of the little boy and the little lady, what she has to do is to follow the side, today it is raining outside, she can sit here and learn to read, this is what the little boy demands, everyone in the yard must be able to read and write, and can calculate simple accounts.

In addition to these, the little lady also said that in the future, the children on the two Zhuangzi will also have to invite someone to teach, and all the expenses will be managed by the Zhang and Wang families, and the only requirement is that no matter whether they succeed or not, they must take the honor of Zhuangzi as their honor, and their shame as their shame.

Xiaohong has always wondered how the two little ancestors thought about it, and the things they did always had a sense of antelope hanging horns and imagination, well, this is what the tent room on Zhuangzi said, and learned people are different.

When the three of them were divided into two groups to do their own things, the voice of Steward Zhang came from the rain outside.

"Song Gongzi, it's raining today, you see, it's so big, the little boy can't come out to play, he's in the house, you wait a while, wait for me to report."

"It's so hard to take care of." Song Jinggong's voice then sounded, and it sounded a little lacking in strength.

Steward Zhang entered the door outside, and when he walked inside, he saw Xiaohong sitting there thinking about things, according to his usual habits, he was about to reprimand, and was just about to speak, when he looked up and saw the two little ancestors standing against the window, he swallowed his words again.

Does he know that Xiao Gongzi is not such a foolish person, if Xiao Hong acts like this without the acquiescence of Xiao Gongzi, Xiao Hong will definitely not dare, he really wants to open his mouth to train Xiao Gongzi's maid, then the consequences are ......, I am afraid to think about it, Song Jinggong is such a smart individual, look at what it looks like to be bullied by Xiao Gongzi?

"Steward Zhang, do you have something? The little boy and the little lady are generally not disturbed. Xiaohong also saw Steward Zhang, a little scared, put the book in his hand behind him, and spoke.

"There is something important, Song Jinggong Song Gongzi is here, I went to Zhuangzi last night, I didn't dare to come over to disturb the little boy's rest, it's raining here today, well, you go and say, read well, the people around the little boy can't be worse than others."

Steward Zhang saw that Xiaohong had a book to read, it must have been arranged by the little prince, this little ancestor really didn't know how to comment, Song Jinggong was such a powerful person, he was so frightened that he didn't sleep well last night, and his eyes were still dark.

"Well, here? Please come in, go and make tea the way I taught you, and now I can be less busy. Zhang Xiaobao had actually heard Song Jinggong talking outside a long time ago, but he still waited for Xiaohong to finish speaking before he spoke.

Song Jinggong raised an umbrella and stood in the rain and let the rain that flowed through wet his shoes, not moving, even if the wind blew obliquely and brought the rain to him, he still didn't feel anything.

He had been thinking about what Cherry said when he came over yesterday, and he asked Cherry, which master calculated him, Cherry pouted at the time, and said What kind of master do you use to calculate? My little boy is fine, and when your feet step on the bridge that day, there is no turning back.

It's scary, what I know is that the bridge is connected to Gejiazhuang and Zhang Wang, and I don't know that I think it's a bridge.

Of course Song Jinggong didn't believe it, but Cherry reminded him, did he forget how he sent the money and how he sent the jade pendant when he came that day? I, Zhangjia Zhuangzi, clean up like you, it's enough to send a one-year-old child.

This is the reason why Song Jinggong is entangled, he wants to see today whether that kid is really as powerful as Cherry said.

"Song Gongzi, my little son is invited." Just when Song Jinggong was still in the middle of thinking, Steward Zhang came out to greet him.

"Okay, thank you Steward Zhang, Steward Zhang, wait a minute, Song has some doubts in his heart, and asks Steward Zhang to help you with one or two." Song Jinggong was just about to go in, and then grabbed Steward Zhang.

"Song Gongzi, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

Song wanted to know, what Steward Zhang and Mrs. Guizhuang said outside Zhang's window that day, was it intentional? What is the relationship with the little boy of your village? Song Jinggong thought of some details.

"Song Gongzi, please take care of us when we work together in the future." Steward Zhang answered the question, stretched out his hand and turned to leave.

Song Jinggong walked in with doubts, bypassed the outer room, and saw that a cushion had been prepared in the inner room, and there was a small number between the cushion and the small collapse opposite, Song Jinggong naturally knew that the cushion was for himself to sit on, so he was not polite at the moment, and walked in and sat down.

When I looked at the collapse, there was no one, and then my eyes adjusted to the light in the room, and when I looked again, I saw the two little babies standing at the window that day and looking at the rain outside.

"Xiaobao, did you say that it is better to go out for a walk than at home?" Song Jinggong heard the voice of the female baby.

"It's not good, it's raining heavily outside, not to mention I'm tired of using an umbrella." Song Jinggong heard the movement of the boy again.

"What kind of umbrella, just put on a coat, look at the mountains, look at the rain, how do you say that sentence, oh, it's called a cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng." The voice of the girl.

"No, I'm going to get sick, and then the wind will always be blown away by the rain and wind." Male baby voice.

Song Jinggong listened, and felt as if he had gone to the wrong place for a while, this is not Zhangjia Zhuangzi, this is Hanlin Academy, there is not a little baby in front of the window, it is clearly two talents.

"Ah, Song Gongzi is here, rude and rude, Xiaohong, serve tea." It seemed that he had just discovered that there were other people in the house, Zhang Xiaobao pulled Wang Juan and jumped down from the bench, both came to the side of the collapse, and sat there and greeted.

"It's easy to say, Zhang Gongzi is too engrossed, I don't know ...... this little lady next to Zhang Gongzi is?" Song Jinggong unconsciously regarded the little baby in front of him as an adult, and only reacted after speaking, it was obviously two children.

"Oh, this is Zhang's childhood sweetheart, the juanjuan of the Wang family's Zhuangzi." Zhang Xiaobao introduced with his hand.

"Childhood sweetheart?" Song Jinggong was confused again, what do you mean?

Wang Juan opened his mouth at this time, "It's Lang riding a bamboo horse, going around the bed to make green plums, the two little ones have no guesses, they are so stupid, they still lift people, they want to learn but not learn, and they can't deceive people if they want to deceive people." ”

Wang Juan had lowered his voice in the latter words, but Song Jinggong still listened to it sincerely, if someone else said so, he would definitely argue, facing the two babies today, he could only feel a sense of powerlessness, where are the ancestral graves of the two Zhang and Wang families buried?

At this time, Xiaohong had already sent the tea, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were hot tea in front of them, and Song Jinggong had two kinds of tea, one hot and one cold, whether it was cold or hot, they were so green and plump, which was different from what Song Jinggong had drunk in the past.

"Zhang Gongzi, ...... this?" Song Jinggong asked, pointing to the herbal tea.

"Iced tea." Zhang Xiaobao explained.

"Oh, then why is it only Song?" Song Jinggong asked again.

"People with status, who drinks iced tea? As a joke, Juan Juan and I are too young, and it is easy to hurt our stomachs when we drink cold things. Zhang Xiaobao said with a smile.