"What's going on?" Wang Caihua was very afraid that Song Ying and her mother would be so tense that they would fight one day, which was the last thing she wanted to see.

Song Ying also knew that she would be very embarrassed to quarrel with her grandmother, but there were some things to say, and she had to say: "Mother, someone came to ask me to make flowers and dumplings that day, and my grandmother told people that there was no one named Song Ying in the village." ”

"Mother, how can you do this!" Wang Caihua said in disbelief.

She saw how difficult it was for Song Ying to sell flowers and dumplings, and finally someone asked Song Ying to make flowers and dumplings, and asked her mother to cheat her.

My mother just doesn't want to bring people to her house, she can always ask someone to ask others, how can she say that there is no such person as Song Ying in the village, Song Ying is her granddaughter!

Liu Ermei crossed her waist with one hand, and pointed at Wang Caihua with the other, like a teapot, "I forgot the name of the little shrew, no?" ”

One will be called Song Ying's little slut, one will be a sick seedling medicine jar, one will be a small wild seed, this will be a little shrew, Liu Ermei really didn't call "Ah Ying" well.

"Grandma, of course, it's best if you only remember my aunt one day, so I'll kowtow to you, thank you for letting our family go." Song Ying is not sad at all, anyway, what does her grandmother do to her, she will double it back.

Liu Ermei jumped like thunder and rushed over to teach Song Ying a lesson.

"Squeak!" When this voice sounded, Liu Ermei didn't dare to move as if she was frozen.

The rice bucket jumped on her head and sat down, and Liu Ermei softened into noodles and collapsed on the ground.

The rice bucket jumped on the stool and pushed away the bowl used by Liu Ermei in disgust, and Song Ying brought it a new bowl, "Daddy, let's eat." ”

Liu Ermei lay on the ground, watching a family of three eating meat, she was so angry that she beat her chest, staggered up and left.

When she got home, Wang Yinsuo pulled her face, as if someone owed her a hundred taels of silver, but Liu Ermei just wanted to lie down and sleep now, "Mother will sleep first, and I'll talk about it later." ”

"Mother, you get up!" Wang Yinsuo picked up Liu Ermei and shouted: "Mother, why do you say that there is no such person as Song Ying in the village?" ”

"Yinsuo, the most beautiful thing in our village is you, and you can't let that little slut surpass you." Liu Ermei felt that all the girls in the village had to look up to Wang Yinsuo, and no one could surpass her.

"Mother, why are you so stupid, it's a good thing that Ah Ying makes more money, so my sister will give you more silver." Wang Yinsuo didn't have a good airway.

Every family in the village is like this, and those who have money in the family have to give their parents more pension money.

"Oh, you're right, my mother will listen to you in the future." Liu Ermei's most listened to Wang Yinsuo's words in her life.

After Song Ying's family finished eating, Song Wang took the donkey cart she saw as done, and it was more than half done, "The donkey cart will be ready tomorrow, Ah Ying, Dad will let people build a shed on the donkey cart?" ”

"Dad, no, I'm not that squeamish." Song Ying hurriedly stopped, people are carriages with carports, if her family is a donkey cart with a carport, then she will become a second aunt.

Song Ying didn't want that.

"Then don't do it." Song Wang also felt that adding a carport was too ostentatious.

"Come in, Daddy has something to show you." Song Wang limped in front, and Song Ying followed into the house.

Song Wang took out three finished molds, which were as big as the flower and dumpling molds that Song Ying said yesterday, and Song Ying asked angrily, "Dad, who told you to make the molds so quickly!" ”

Dad not only made donkey carts, but also made molds, how can his legs get better so quickly when he is so tired? Of course, Song Ying was angry.

"You heard my father say that the donkey cart was made by your five uncles, and my father didn't do it at all, so I had time to make molds." Song Wang hurriedly explained.

The rice and water in their family are more oily and meaty, and everyone is full of energy, but Song Wang really didn't do anything.

"Dad, you didn't lie to me?" Song Ying stared at Song Wang's eyes and asked.

Song Wang's eyes didn't hide at all, "What did I lie to you, I don't believe you asked your mother." ”

"Ah Ma, your father didn't lie to you." Wang Caihua, who picked beans in the vegetable garden at the back of the house, said.

Song Ying took over the mold, this mold is impeccable, she feels that with such a mold, she will not only make clever fruits, but also sell more.

Roll the dough into a small agent, put it into the mold, let it fit closely with the mold, and then knock it out, it is a coincidence. Song Ying is quick with his hands and feet, and he makes a hundred skillful fruits, which is faster than making fifty yesterday.

Song Ying brought the finished fruit into the kitchen, Wang Caihua took it, and Song Wang was also here.

"Ah Ying, my mother will burn Qiaoguo, your father will come to light the fire, you can rest." Wang Cai drove Song Ying out, and they, as fathers and mothers, wanted to help Song Ying share some of the burden.

Song Ying stood at the door of the kitchen and didn't leave, "Mother, I'll light the fire, my father's leg is not good yet." ”

Song Wang chased her with a straight face, "Hurry back to the house, or are you going to be an overseer and supervise your father?" ”

"Dad, I can't go." Song Ying touched her nose and went back to the house dejectedly, her father said this about her, she was a little sad.

Back in the house, Song Ying took out the pattern of the mold with pen and paper, the mold made by her father is good, but the pattern is too few, she has to draw more, Song Ying has drawn all the mold patterns she has seen in her previous life.

After finishing the painting, Song Ying took out the book that was torn by Song Xinghuang again, and wanted to paste it, but the book cost her twenty wen.

"Ah Ma, why is the book torn in half, I'll paste it." Wang Caihua came in and found Song Ying lying on the table, with his head down, looking very serious, so he came over quietly.

"Mother?" Song Ying had a little paste on the tip of his nose, and beads of sweat broke out, and he screamed aggrievedly, it was really too difficult to paste the book with paste.

Wang Caihua took the book and pasted it carefully, she pasted the window flowers, and the pasting books was naturally better than Song Ying, "Why did you tear the book like this?" ”

"Mother, it was Song Xinghuang who tore it." Song Ying told what happened, she thought that Song Xinghuang and her mother would definitely have to come to trouble her, but she didn't come until now, and she didn't know what kind of demon the two of them were going to be.