Shen Jing applauded and laughed: "It's fun, it's fun, it's more." As he spoke, he had to get his hands on the brush and paper that harmed Shen Nianhua.

My younger brother is still young, and he definitely didn't mean to, so he should be taught well.

Shen Nianhua hurriedly hugged Shen Jing and said with a serious face: "Jing'er, this is not right. This is for my brother's writing, I can't play, Grandpa Wang said, it's shameful to waste. ”

The little guy didn't seem to understand, and only looked at Shen Nianhua and smiled.

Lin Muqiu, who came when she heard the movement, stopped doing it, and she didn't hear anything else, so she heard shameful.

It's so bold, you dare to scold my son shamefully, this money is earned by your sister, I can treat her as an ancestor, how old are you who just spend money and don't make money? I can't help you.

Lin Muqiu said angrily: "You loser, who is shameful? Isn't it just a bit of ink? Pour some water and grind it again, how much ink and paper do you have to use to write those dog crawling words a day, and it's shameful to scold Jing'er for this bit of ink, I think you have a bad heart! ”

Shen Nianhua pouted and didn't know what to say, his big eyes were full of tears, as if tears would fall in the blink of an eye.

Lin Muqiu saw that Shen Nianhua didn't squeak, snorted disdainfully, and then looked at the ink on Shen Jing's body, and his anger came up again: "You deliberately poured ink on Nian'er, I think you have itchy skin, bullying a child like this, do you still want face?" You still go to school every day, I see that you have learned all this knowledge in the belly of a dog! ”

Shen Nianhua wanted to say that you used to bully our two sisters and brothers, and you were shameless, but Grandpa Wang said that you should respect the old and love the young.

He shrugged his nose, held back his tears, and explained in detail: "Mother, it was my younger brother who wanted to play with my inkstone, he accidentally knocked it over himself, and he still had to play with paper and pen, I just taught him that it was shameful to waste, and I didn't scold him." ”

It's terrible that this white-eyed wolf, when he goes to school, he will not only bully people, but also talk back, and if he goes on like this for a few years, he will be as sharp as that girl, and when the time comes, he will not be angry more, but I am afraid that Shen Jing will inevitably suffer from this brother's anger.

Lin Muqiu naturally knew that Shen Jing was naughty and mischievous at this age, but it was the meat that fell from his body, and he could teach a lesson on weekdays, but now there was no reason to teach his children a lesson for a stepson.

Lin Muqiu said loudly: "What do you want you to teach as a half-old child, you will die for me?" I'm the, where is your turn! If he wants to play, won't you wash it up and play it for him? Wash it and it won't be knocked over, it must be that you don't want to give it, and you deliberately sprinkle him, you just did it on purpose, are you such a brother? ”

"This is my homework, how could I break it on purpose, if I can't finish it, I won't be scolded by Grandpa Wang tomorrow." Shen Nianhua's pouting mouth can hang the oil pot.

It's good to be scolded, I really take myself seriously after a few days of study, I don't do any work, I write when I come back, how expensive this ink paper is, and I eat so much meat all day long, this little white-eyed wolf is really expensive!

Lin Muqiu replied forcefully: "It must be that you want to be lazy and slippery, and pull Jing'er as an excuse, you want to be beautiful, and you deserve to be scolded!" ”

Fortunately, the owner went to choose the dishes, and the girl hasn't come back yet, and it's not easy to pinch a six or seven-year-old child.

She snorted disdainfully, and proudly hugged Jing'er to take a bath.

"Mother, still playing, still playing." Shen Jing didn't understand the quarrel between the two at all, but he felt that it was very strange and funny for Mo to fall on his body, and his mother said that he could play.

Isn't it just a bit of ink? To put it bluntly, it's not water, what's the matter with playing, we love to play ink if we don't play anything else, maybe we go to study and find out that it's a prodigy.

Lin Muqiu was unprecedentedly soft towards Shen Jing: "Jing'er is obedient, if you like to play, go to my brother's place to get it, anyway, if it is broken, ask your sister to buy it, my sister is the richest." ”

"Money, money, buy." Shen Jing was very happy, he was not sensible, he only thought it was fun to overturn the inkstone, and his mother didn't scold, that is, he could play.

Shen Nianhua also cleaned up by himself, his face full of grievances.

Grandpa Wang's homework was stained with ink spilled by his younger brother, and I don't know if I can finish it this night.

Shen Dashan came back from picking vegetables, and he didn't notice anything unusual at home.

Thinking about the task assigned by Wang Xiucai, Shen Nianhua hurriedly ate some food, then rushed back to the room to light candles and began to write seriously.

Shen Yuerong noticed something strange for the first time, why did she eat so much today in this year, which is the best year on weekdays?

When she returned to the house and saw her brother writing, she only thought that her brother was diligent, so she didn't pay much attention to it, and sat on the side with her eyes closed.

Lin Muqiu remembered that he had found some prestige in front of Shen Nianhua today, so he thought that Shen Jing would find some trouble again, so that he and his son would have more status.

"Go and play with your brother, don't you like to play with that inkstone? Go, my mother wants to wash the dishes. Lin Muqiu sent Shen Jing to play with Shen Nianhua, anyway, in her heart, Shen Nianhua was a child of a few years old, and she would never do anything to Jing'er.

"Pot pot." Shen Jing also liked this brother for no reason, and now he wants to play inkstone, so he came more quickly.

When he saw the inkstone on the table clearly, his eyes lit up, and he rushed up with joy.

Shen Nianhua had the experience just now, and this time he was very vigilant when he saw Shen Jing, and immediately protected the inkstone with both hands.

"You can't play this, my brother has to write."

Shen Jing didn't do it, Ming Mingniang asked me to play, why didn't my brother let me play, "Wow, my brother is bad!" The cry resounded through several rooms.

Shen Yuerong, who was almost asleep, woke up at this moment, and Lin Muqiu and Shen Dashan rushed over even more hurriedly.

"What's wrong?" Lin Muqiu looked at Shen Nianhua angrily.

Shen Nianhua pouted and opened his mouth: "My brother wants to play with my inkstone again, and if I don't let me, he will cry." ”

Shen Dashan felt that Jing'er was wrong, but after all, he was still young, and he couldn't blame him, so he just took it away.

He wanted to take Shen Jing away, but he knew that Shen Jing had made up his mind to play, although he was held in Shen Dashan's arms, he still cried loudly, and his body kept twisting around, making awkward noise.

Lin Muqiu said angrily to Shen Nianhua: "If my brother wants to play, you can play with him, can a broken inkstone still play for you?" Why are you so stingy? ”

Shen Yuerong is here, she is embarrassed to scold too much, and it is not easy to get the money to buy meat when she saves money.

Shen Yuerong wanted to open his mouth to end this farce quickly, but he also wanted to see if his younger brother had grown up, he couldn't hide behind him and be a younger brother for the rest of his life, although he was still young, he was also a man, and he should learn to fight for his own rights and interests, otherwise there would be hardships in the future.

Shen Nianhua was very unhappy, and his eyes were full of tears: "I have been knocked over by my younger brother once during the day, I don't write it quickly, Grandpa Wang will think that I am lazy and will scold me when he finds out tomorrow." ”