The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Biao watched him practicing attentively. The children in ancient times were much more capable than those in modern times. They would go to the fields to harvest rice, help collect firewood, wash dishes, catch insects and raise chickens, cut grass to feed pigs, and do what they could at home. They were much more sensible than his own nine-year-old son. He would get angry when he had a meal at home. He would cross his arms and say "humph" and refuse to eat! If there was no dish he liked, he would stamp his feet and turn away from the table. According to his own practice, he could eat if he wanted to, and he would be obedient if he was hungry for a meal. But his grandmother felt sorry for her grandson and was afraid that he would be scolded, so she pulled him aside to feed him.

When I got married, it was just a two-person world. When I was pregnant, my mother and best friends kept telling me that my child would be taken care of by my parents-in-law. When I returned to work after my maternity leave, I wouldn't have to worry about the babysitters I hired abusing the child. It would be so much easier. So I let the two old people move in to help take care of the child. Even my sister-in-law envied me: My brother hired two free long-term workers and brought their own dry food.

It was a good feeling at first, but when the child grew up and needed education, the old couple was very protective. I really advise those who plan to live with their parents-in-law to move out and live on their own if they have the conditions. It is not advisable to just free up time and energy for a while. Otherwise, when you want to teach your child something, people around you will see the child's aggrieved expression or tears in his eyes and say, "The child is still young, you can teach him later." to stop you.

Fortunately, apart from eating, the children have not shown any bad habits, and the old couple still have a positive outlook. They themselves have suffered from hardship since childhood, and they are afraid that their grandchildren will suffer, so they are reluctant to let them do the laundry and dishes. The school often assigns students to do the laundry and dishes at home, and requires them to shoot a video and upload it to the parent group, which makes the grandparents feel distressed, "You take a break, grandpa (or grandma) will wash it." As a result, the children only washed one or two dishes and shot the video, and then were persuaded to leave. The original intention of the school to assign this kind of homework is to make children appreciate the hard work of their parents, but it has become a formality.

I was holding a book, thinking about my modern family. I looked up and saw that it was already dark. Is it so late? I opened the door and went out. I saw a figure sitting in the yard through the moonlight. I walked up to him and asked softly, "It's late at night, why don't you sleep?"

"I can't sleep." Qin Xiaoran's voice was choked with tears on her face.

"Are you used to your bed?" Yang Biao knew that some people were used to their beds, and when they arrived in a new environment, they felt unfamiliar and unable to adapt.

"No, I miss my parents, I miss..." Qin Xiaoran cried loudly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Thinking of his own daughter, Qin Xiaoran is three years younger than his own daughter. She is only twelve years old. In just one month, her father was beheaded and her mother died of illness in prison, becoming an orphan. He hugged Qin Xiaoran in his arms distressedly, patting her back gently as if he was hugging his own daughter. "It will be fine, everything will be fine."

After an unknown amount of time, a slight snoring sound came from his arms. Yang Biao looked down and couldn't help laughing. The child had fallen asleep. In order not to disturb Xiao Zhang's rest, he carried Qin Xiaoran into his room and put her on the bed. Feeling a severe pain in his arms, he fell to the side to rest and fell asleep unknowingly.

next day

"Oh, it hurts so much." Yang Biao woke up and went to massage his sore arm. Turning around, he saw Qin Xiaoran sleeping next to him. He quickly stopped his movements, quietly got out of bed, opened the door, gently closed the door, and prepared to make cold noodles.

"Mom, why are you up so early today?" As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw Xiao Zhang busy scooping the batter and putting it into the pot to steam.

"Wake up. What's going on with Xiaoran?" Little Zhang woke up and saw that Qin Xiaoran was not sleeping in her bed. She went to Yang Xiaohua's room to look for her, but she was not there. Instead, she was in her eldest son's room.

"She will live in our house from now on. I spent twenty taels of silver." Yang Biao was probably half asleep, and he told Xiao Zhang how much money he had spent.

"What? Twenty taels of silver." Little Zhang was shocked. The girls in this county town asked for a lot of money for the bride price. "That's too much."

Yang Biao's mind suddenly came to its senses. How could he tell others that he had spent twenty taels on Qin Xiaoran? What should he do?

"Mom, Xiaoran's parents are both dead, and there is no one at home." Yang Biao still decided to tell Xiao Zhang that Qin Xiaoran's parents had passed away. He just couldn't tell her that her father was beheaded. Although he was not the one who took bribes and committed lawlessness, the law of this dynasty was that if one person committed a serious crime and was beheaded, all the other men in the family, regardless of age, would also be beheaded, and the women would be exiled or demoted to official slaves.

"Alas, it's pitiful." Little Zhang peeled off the cold skin with a sad look, brushed a layer of oil on a small winnowing basket, scooped the batter into it, grabbed the small winnowing basket to shake the batter left and right to evenly mix it, then put it into the pot to steam, without making any sound.

Yang Biao also lit up another newly built stove, and now three pots were cooking at the same time.

"Yang Biao." Shuanzi came running over from a distance, "I'm late today."

"Well, I got up late today and did more work." Yang Biao pulled him into the car and felt the car move down instantly. How heavy is this big guy?

"Oh, no need to go over there, you can set up a stall here." Shuanzi also saw it, so he said. Seeing Yang Biao's confusion, "They will come over if they see it."

It was true. When Yang Biao stopped, the workers at the dock came over. "Mix me a big bowl of cold noodles." A small man shouted. People around laughed and said, "What's the point of you eating so much? You don't even grow taller. It's a pure waste of food."

"It's none of your business. I'm spending my own money, not yours. Why do you care how much I eat?" The little guy is not big in stature, but he has a bad temper.

"Can someone this small carry the bag?" Yang Xiaohua asked Shuanzi in confusion.

"He doesn't carry bags. He can read and helps the dock manager keep accounts. His wages are much higher than ours." Shuanzi was a little depressed, wishing he could read too.

"It's no big deal to know how to read. My brother is a student. If you want to learn, let him teach you." Yang Xiaohua couldn't stand the fact that Shuanzi looked so listless despite his size. Well, without Yang Biao knowing anything, his sister had given him another job.

"Really? I can learn to read too?" Shuanzi was very surprised. He was his parents' late-born son. When he was born, his nephews and nieces were older than him and naturally had already separated from the family. His parents were old and relied on the pension money and food sent by his four brothers. How could they afford to send him to school?

"Really..." Yang Xiaohua was interrupted by a group of people before she could finish her words. "It can't be placed here. Move it away." said the young man in his twenties who was in the lead and had a ruffian attitude.

"Why can't we put it there?" Yang Biao put down the bowl of cold noodles in his hand and asked. "It won't affect the movement of vehicles or people."

"I told you to move, so you have to move." The young man ordered behind him, "Smash it for me, you won't eat it even if you're toasting."

Then the dozen or so strong men behind him came forward to smash the car, but Yang Biao had learned Sanda and practiced Muay Thai for five years in modern times, so how could he let them smash him? He went forward and used elbows and punches at close range to knock back the group of people who wanted to smash the car. At the beginning, he had the upper hand, but then he gradually lost his strength and felt that his body was too weak.