Cheng Zi'an has white skin, and after a morning of sun in the field, his face is red like a rejuvenated Guan Gong. When she returned home, Cui Suniang was so distressed that she didn't know what to do, and it was rare to complain that she had lost Cheng Zhen behind her back.

Cheng Zhen really couldn't speak, and said with a smile: "You see that kid has been busy all morning, and the basket is empty." He was not affected at all, he walked in the field without talking, and begged for a bunch of snacks to eat. If they were like him, the wheat would be worth more than gold. ”

Cui Suniang said unhappily: "Zi'an is young, the sun is hot, adults don't do anything, and they can't stand it for a while." You still want him to work, and if he's sick, I'll be with you. ”

Cheng Zhen immediately surrendered and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, if you don't go, you won't go." I'm afraid that if he goes a few more times, he will have to empty his home. ”

"However, although this kid is not serious about studying, he is kind-hearted." Cheng Zhen changed his words and talked about Cheng Zi'an's performance in the field.

Cui Suniang smiled and narrowed her eyes when she heard this, and said angrily: "My son is fine, but you don't like him." ”

Cheng Zhen smiled, and then sighed, "It would be nice if he used this smart energy to study." ”

Cui Suniang said: "How can people be perfect, besides, Zi'an is still young, it will be good when he opens his mind." ”

Although Cheng Zhen didn't agree with Cui Suniang's statement, he was used to not arguing with his wife, so he swallowed that doubt.

There is another thing, Cheng Zhen hid in his heart and didn't say it.

He always felt for no reason that Xin Jinian's fall was related to Cheng Zi'an.

Mr. Zhou mentioned a few words, and after the test results came out, Xin Jinian pointed out that Cheng Zi'an had cheated in class, and the classmates in the class also echoed.

Cheng Zhen thought about it, if it were him, he would definitely prove it on the spot and clear himself.

But Cheng Zi'an didn't do that, he shifted a thousand pounds in four or two, and led the matter to everyone's own danger.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Cheng Zhen was very pleased.

The imperial history is played when it hears the wind, and if it is participated, you need to write an excerpt to defend yourself.

Although it is said that the clear is self-purifying, many times it is difficult to distinguish clearly. Cheng Zi'an's way of dealing with it is like pulling the royal history who heard the wind into the water together, so that he himself can experience the pain of a hundred words.

It's just a matter of sending the New Year, it's really Cheng Zi'an's hands, and Cheng Zhen's mood is complicated.

The black hand behind the back is really not a gentleman's doing. In the bold move, there is no lack of meticulousness, and he will pick himself up completely.

If Cheng Zi'an is really lucky enough to pass the exam and become a generation of famous ministers, or a minister, it will be difficult to say clearly.

Cheng Zhen had a lot of feelings in his heart, but Cheng Zi'an didn't think about it so much, he walked around the field all morning, he thought he was too tired to make up for it, and he ate two big bowls for lunch.

If it weren't for Cui Suniang to stop him, he would still be able to eat half a bowl. After eating, Meimei took a nap in the afternoon, and he was a little wilted, but he suddenly recovered his spirits.

After tinkering in the house for a while, Cheng Zi'an walked to the main house with a full basket and shouted, "Daddy, go to the ground!" ”

Cheng Zhen was studying in the study, and was startled when he heard Cheng Zi'an's shout, walked out to take a look, and asked suspiciously, "What is in your basket?" ”

Cheng Zi'an replied enthusiastically: "It's a gift for children." ”

Children, you are a child yourself. Cheng Zhen was almost amused by Cheng Zi'an's fairy tales, stepped forward and flipped over the basket, and his face instantly darkened.

"What is this?" Cheng Zhen picked up a book and asked.

Cheng Zi'an replied innocently: "Books." ”

Cheng Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "This is the book you have to learn when you go to school!" ”

Cheng Zi'an said without changing his face: "Yes, it's my school book." Some of them were studying in private schools, but they didn't have books, so I took them and gave them away. ”

Cheng Zhen roared angrily: "You give them books, what should you do when you go to school?" ”

Cheng Zi'an rolled his dark eyes, and said seriously: "Just tell Mr., I lost my books, and there is no shortage of books in Fuxue anyway, they will give them to me again." ”

Cheng Zhen took a deep breath, and Fang suppressed the urge to beat him.

This bastard boy clearly didn't want to learn to write, so he actually gave away all the books.

There is no shortage of books in the school, but when a student has no books, it is not the books that are lost, but his old face!

Cheng Zhen had a cold face and scolded: "Hurry up and put the book away and go to write your homework." Otherwise, see if I don't beat you! ”

Cheng Zi'an snorted, very frustrated.

When he gave away the book, he must have had the idea of fishing in troubled waters. There is no shortage of books in the house, and he is not afraid of losing face, so he will ask for another set when the time comes.

It doesn't matter if you don't give it, for scumbags, books are decorations.

Cheng Zi'an thought he was a kind person, and when he heard that some of the children in that group were also going to school in private schools, he knew that they lacked books, pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, so he thought of doing good deeds to the end and gave them some.

Cheng Zi'an does not force them to reciprocate, but if he does good deeds, he can get feedback, which will allow more people to devote themselves to the ranks of good deeds.

Not everyone can get ahead by reading, but reading is the only way they can overcome their origins.

Cheng Zi'an adheres to the idea of casting a wide net, and maybe he will catch one or two promising ones. He is determined to be a gentleman who eats, drinks and has fun, and some people remember his good deeds at this time, and they can protect him one or two, and they will be more comfortable.

Cheng Zi'an didn't give up, and begged: "Then send some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, is it okay?" ”

Cheng Zhen looked at Cheng Zi'an, who was dumbfounded, and couldn't say anything if he refused, so he called Qingchuan and instructed: "Qingchuan, you go to the city to buy some ordinary pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and give them to the children studying in the village." ”

Qingchuan should be, Cheng Zi's peace of mind is right, the children in the village are enlightened, just like him, using too good pen, ink, paper and inkstone, it is a pure waste.

Cheng Zi'an heard Qingchuan say that when the New Year is celebrated, the city is especially lively, and there is delicious food and fun everywhere.

Hearing that he could go to the city, Cheng Zi'an thought carefully, his eyes sparkled, and he immediately said, "Daddy, I'll go with Qingchuan to help choose." ”

Cheng Zhen refused mercilessly, and said: "Go back to the house and write your homework, if you don't finish your homework, don't want to go out to play!" ”

Cheng Zi'an sighed again, and went back to the house with his basket.

Cheng Zhen snorted and said, "If you can't finish writing ten big characters, you will be hungry for dinner." ”

Cheng Zi'an lazily replied yes, Cheng Zhen glared at his chubby back, turned around and went back to the study.

The sky darkened a little, the chickens and ducks returned to the cage, the cows mooed, and the yard gradually began to be lively in the evening.

Cheng Zhen put down the scroll, moved his body, and prepared to get up and light the lamp.

Westinghouse was quiet, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and he didn't know that Cheng Zi'an had done his homework seriously. The room is dimly lit, so don't hurt your eyes.

Cheng Zhen couldn't rest assured in the end, and went to the Westinghouse with the fire fold.

The house was empty, and Cheng Zi'an must have slipped out to play. On the desk near the window, pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are placed in a mess.

The ink in the inkstone had dried up, the brush had been placed on it, and the tip of the pen had dried up.

Cheng Zhen picked up the big characters pressed with a paperweight, brushed them and read them, exactly ten sheets.

With each brush, anger accumulated. Cheng Zhen endured and endured, but finally couldn't hold back, and yelled: "Cheng Zi'an, you get out of here!" ”