On the edge of the fire, Wanwan told Hongqing some fairy tales she heard from Eniang when she was a child.

"The mermaid ended up turning into foam and disappearing into the sea."

Wanwan's voice is tactful and long, and when she tells this story, she feels a little embarrassed. Yinyu listened carefully on the side, and couldn't help muttering a little.

This story is good, why is it so miserable?

What a good girl a mermaid is, how did she meet such a negative man?

Wanwan is also yes, how to tell this kind of story? Negative man... Yinyu thought about it seriously, and when he found that his recent performance was not unqualified, he breathed a sigh of relief.

From this point of view, Wanwan shouldn't have any dissatisfaction with him to tell this story.

"The story told by Fu Jin is really good." Qinglan also echoed on the side, thought for a while and said, "Are there any other stories?" "It's really nice to listen to stories while eating.

Yin Yu immediately stretched out his hand and patted Qinglan's head, and said, "Just you eat, Fujin doesn't need to eat?" Addicted to listening to stories? Isn't it okay for Gai Ming'er to go to the teahouse by herself and listen to those storytellers? ”

Qing Lan slapped her hard, feeling that her head was a little confused. After reacting for a while, he hurriedly smiled at Wanwan and said, "Fu Jin should eat something first." ”

"This rabbit is roasted, and if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

"Hmm." Wanwan nodded, took a bite of the rabbit leg, and then said, "Actually, there are quite a few stories." It's just that these stories were told by Eniang when I was a child, and some of them I don't remember so clearly..."

In fact, she remembered more of the stories that Master Zhang told in the school.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yinyu took a handkerchief, helped Wanwan wipe some cumin chili powder from the corner of her mouth, and said: "As long as you tell it, no matter what the story is, I like to listen to it." ”

"Just be poor." Wanwan smiled, and then began to eat seriously.

In the afternoon, the already gloomy sky became even more gloomy. The clouds became black and oppressive, and it was dull to look at it. It feels like it's going to rain.

The weather got worse, and Yinyu was afraid that it would rain heavily later, so he hurriedly took Wanwan and Hongqing back to Zhuangzi together.

They can be together no matter where they are. Even if you're not out playing, it's good to chat and eat some edamame in the summer!

Though... Hongqing was very sad. On the way back, they muttered, "Huahua, Huahua." ”

Yinyu sat next to Hongqing, listening to Hongqing's constant muttering flowers, and couldn't help but say to his son: "How old is it, still a boy, why do you like to watch flowers so much?" ”

"Boys, you should play something that boys should play. Another day, Amma will find you a slingshot and play with those sparrows, okay? ”

Hongqing tilted his head, didn't understand very well, and asked, "Slingshot?" ”

"Yes!" Yinyu explained: "Doesn't Amma know how to shoot arrows? The slingshot is actually similar to archery, you see that the birds flying in the sky are far away and can't reach it, but they can hit a dozen sparrows! ”

"In this village, as well as in our house, aren't there a lot of sparrows?"

This is indeed the case. Wanwan listened to what Yinyu said vividly, and suddenly thought of something, turned her head and asked Yinyu: "It sounds like this, you should often do this kind of thing when you were young, right?" ”

Yinyu was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "What is the matter of stealing chickens and touching dogs?" ”

"It's just—" Wanwan thought for a moment and said, "I remember that there is a place for crows in the palace." When you were a child, you played with slingshots, and in addition to the sparrows that flew into the yard, you must have also hunted these crows, right? ”

Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, the crow has been regarded as a sacred bird. Therefore, there are people in the palace who feed these crows.

It's just that Yinyu is naturally naughty, and sometimes even if he puts his mind on these crows, it's not a thing that will surprise people!

Yinyu smashed his mouth and muttered quietly, "What's the matter?" ”

Although this is the case, but Wanwan saw through her heart all of a sudden, and Yinyu still felt a little embarrassed. How can Wanwan know him so well?

A few people on the carriage talked and laughed, and soon returned to Zhuangzi.

Coincidentally, when Yinyu took Wanwan's hand and got down from the carriage, a lightning bolt crossed the sky, followed by an extremely loud thunderclap.

Hongqing was startled, her small body trembled, and she glanced at the place where the lightning had just struck.

Fortunately, although Hongqing was young, she was really taken aback, but she didn't cry. It's just that the little face changed color slightly, and then he shrank into his mother's arms very calmly.

After this thunder, the rain began to fall quickly. Wanwan walked on the verandah and looked at the raindrops outside, and said, "I hope that after this rain, it will be a little cooler." ”

At least that way, we won't need that many ice basins tonight. Slow down the use and save money!

This rain continued to fall until the second half of the night. Because of the rain, Wanwan and Yinyu couldn't go out, so they could only play with their son in the Zhuangzi with various small toys made of wood.

Yinyu was originally not interested in these things, but when she saw that Wanwan was very happy to play with her son, she barely cheered up and played with her son with Wanwan.

"Come to Zhuangzi this time, how many days can you play?" Wanwan played with Hongqing for a while, and then asked Yinyu, "I don't plan to go back yet." When the time comes, you will go back, do you know that you will go back yourself? ”

It's too hot. Besides, there is nothing to do in the house, so it is better to have a comfortable time here in Zhuangzi.

Sometimes she goes out with a hoe on her back, and Wanwan can also experience a little bit of the feeling of returning home with the moon and lotus in Morningside. Of course, Wanwan's bean planting skills are at least much better than Tao Yuanming's.

I don't go out early in the morning, and I don't go home until the moon comes out, and the beans are still sparse with grass and beans.

It is said that Tao Yuanming is also a very magical person, he planted beans like this, and wrote such a poem with enthusiasm. After reading it, later generations only sighed at Tao Yuanming's love for the landscape, but he didn't say anything about his field skills...