"You mean ......"

Zhang Qiubai listened to his brother's reminder and looked at him with wide eyes, "However, our family needs to spend so much money. ”

Zhang Xinghe looked down on his eldest brother's cautious appearance.

A little impatiently said: "Okay, big brother, there is a mother in the family, let's just do what my mother says." ”

That being said, only he knows what he thinks in his heart.

"Yes."

Zhang Qiubai responded, walked quickly to the ox cart, and unloaded the things he bought today, "Second brother, let's go to the river to wash these things quickly." ”

But I couldn't help muttering to myself in my heart: "My mother has changed a little, is it because we are not filial enough?" ”

Feng Yin ignored the careful thoughts of the two cheap sons.

If she wants to leave everything to them, she will not pass this day as soon as possible, she will die anyway.

"Mother, you rest."

As soon as Feng Yin entered the hall, the little girl came over and took her hand and asked her to sit down on the stool.

The girl's hands are soft, but there is no meat.

Feng Yin took her delicate little body in her arms, and raised her eyes to look at her old son Zhang Jingyu, who was playing with her two nephews and nieces.

The latter smiled flatteringly: "Mother, my son took good care of his father today, you see?" ”

Feng Yin gave her a deep smile, retracted her gaze and asked the girl in her arms: "Rou'er, do you want to be able to eat enough every day?" ”

Zhang Minrou looked at her with big blank eyes, and said puzzledly: "Mother, Rou'er eats enough every day." ”

For a little girl who was born to eat only a little bit, isn't eating every day like that?

Looking at the cute little expression of the little girl, Feng Yin, the heart of the old mother, was instantly cute.

She lowered her head and kissed her daughter's face: "Rou'er is so well-behaved, how should my mother reward you?" ”

"Mother, Rou'er is very well-behaved every day."

Zhang Minrou found that her mother spoke strangely today, why was it so good.

Growing up so big, she had never heard her mother talk to her so quietly.

Feng Yin: "...... Yes, my family Rou'er is very well-behaved every day. ”

"Mother, your old son is also very well-behaved."

On the side, Zhang Jingyu was ignored by his mother, a little uncomfortable, and left his nephew and niece and ran over, holding her hand and coquettish.

"Mother, what you promised Yu'er can't be counted."

Feng Yin raised her hand and nodded at her old son's forehead: "What's the hurry, my mother hasn't heard your father say how well you take care of it." ”

"Then go and ask."

Zhang Jingyu was anxious, "I'm going back to the academy tomorrow, my mother can't fool her son." ”

"Stinky boy, what does the old lady say are you in a hurry? What is your father doing when he is resting, and he is always bothering? ”

Feng Yin's face sank, and her tone was not good, staring at Zhang Jingyu, "Go to the river and help your two brothers work." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Jingyu obviously didn't expect that the work at home would have his own business.

He lived to be ten years old, and he had never helped the family, so what happened today, he was arranged to take care of his father in the morning, and now he was arranged to help his brothers.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingyu couldn't help but wail: "Mother, don't you kiss your old son?" ”

"Yu'er is the one who wants to give you the top prize."

Feng Yin's tone was light: "Tongsheng is not counted yet, just thinking about taking the top prize, you are so ambitious, it is a disease, and it must be treated." ”

Zhang Jingyu: "...... However, isn't the words of the champion often said to Yu'er by my mother? ”

Why has the old lady changed her style of painting again?

Since the boy was sensible, he had never experienced this kind of thing, and he really couldn't accept it for a while.