Minrou listened to her mother's laughter and looked at her with big eyes: "Mother, have you ever heard of the gourd baby?" ”

Feng Yin nodded: "Yes, your father told this story to his mother before." ”

"Does it sound good?"

The little girl looked at her mother excitedly, "Mother, can you tell Rou'er?" ”

Feng Yin raised her hand and nodded her little nose and said, "It's not good, you will know after listening to what your father said in a while, be patient." ”

After appeasing her daughter, Feng Yin looked at Zhang Yiming and smiled: "Husband, start your story." ”

Zhang Yiming was amused in his heart, and a soft smile rose at the corner of his lips: "Okay, cough cough ......."

The man coughed lightly and began to speak.

Feng Yin already knew the plot anyway, so she didn't pay attention to it, but took care of her daughter, telling her not to move, so as not to touch the injury.

But the little girl listened to it with relish, and occasionally exclaimed.

I couldn't help but applaud when I heard the highlights.

But the child is still a child after all, and he is still an injured child, and after the excitement, exhaustion hits.

Zhang Yiming watched as the child began to yawn, and the voice of the storyteller became softer and deeper.

It didn't take long for Minrou to fall asleep.

"What do you think?"

After putting the child to sleep, Feng Yin yawned and lay down steadily, but couldn't help but ask the man next to her.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Yiming had just finished telling the story and was drinking water, when he heard Feng Yin's inquiry, he casually asked.

"Let the Wan family send a pound of fish every day."

Feng Yin turned over and looked at him, "People here don't seem to be too good at fishing with tools, in case something happens......"

Zhang Yiming smiled: "Don't worry, after going to Lizheng and the village chief's house to get the certificate, on the way back, I taught them how to use a fish basket and a fish net." ”

"That's pretty much it."

Feng Yin got his answer, and her heart was completely down-to-earth, "To be honest, Wan Jia is the most honest person I have ever met in my two lives. ”

"Who's to say it's not?"

Zhang Yiming couldn't help but laugh, got up and blew the oil lamp on the cabinet and lay down, "Don't argue when you encounter something, what others say is what it is." ”

"Fortunately, we are not insatiable, if we change others, I don't know what to force them to be."

Feng Yin blinked at the figure in the darkness and smiled: "You let them fish, you are also giving them a way to live, right?" ”

"You also said that I have a good heart, and you are not bad."

Zhang Yiming touched his chin, touched the beard again, and couldn't help pouting secretly, but didn't reply to Feng Yin's words for a while.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Feng Yin muttered to himself: "It's also ha, after all, we all came out of the red flag, and we really can't do anything to force people to death." ”

Zhang Yiming chuckled and said, "I really don't think so. ”

"Oh?"

Feng Yin was curious, and looked at his location suspiciously.

She couldn't see anything clearly, but she was used to doing it.

"I think that with their character, maybe it will be useful to us in the future."

"Let's make a good relationship with them now, and who knows if it will help us in the future?"

Feng Yin's eyes blinked, and he finally understood what he meant, so he nodded: "You can just have a plan." ”

As she spoke, she half-propped herself up and leaned over to him: "Hey, let's talk about another thing." ”

"What?"

Zhang Yiming saw her prop up, stretched out his hand to pat her, and motioned for her to lie back and speak slowly.

Feng Yin was not hypocritical, and lay down again, then smiled: "Just now you told Rou'er a story, I thought, do you think you can make this story into a comic book?" ”

Zhang Yiming laughed: "Do you think my calligraphy and painting are too cheap?" ”