Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

Extra: He Zhenzhen, He Shaoang

He Zhenzhen was different from other children since she was young. When other children were still wetting the bed, playing in the mud and chasing their parents for candy, she would already look down on these children.

She would remain indifferent when others teased her with candies. If she was annoyed, she would tell others disdainfully, "There are dozens of candy shops in my hometown. Do you think I would care about a few candies?"

She doesn't like playing with other kids her age, because she can easily use tricks to win the toys that these kids treasure so much.

Then she would return them just to keep the kids away from her.

After Song Sanniang taught her the pinyin method, which gave her a better way to recognize words, she became even less willing to interact with others.

She likes reading, and the old man of the He family specially added a chair suitable for her height in the study. She and her elderly grandfather stayed in the study all day long.

Only when Mr. He urged her to move around and give her eyes a rest would she look away.

This made her mother very worried. Song Sanniang thought that she should give her a brother or sister to accompany her.

When this thought came to her mind, Song Sanniang was stunned. Would all people who became parents change and become different from their original selves?

At the beginning, I wanted to be a good mother, let my child grow up happily and healthily, and not restrict her nature.

Now the child just doesn't like to play with other children, so she has this idea. If she grows up and starts to have her own opinions,

Then what kind of mother would she become, so she discussed this issue with He Pingdu.

He Pingdu saw his own shadow in his daughter, because he also loved reading when he was a child.

When his elder and second brothers were too busy to play with him, he would stay in the study all day, waiting for Xiao Jinzi to call him for dinner.

It was also in this way that Song Sanniang realized that He Pingdu's childhood was not as good as she thought.

When she looked at her daughter's problem again, she no longer thought that her daughter's behavior was bad from her own perspective, but instead read books with her.

She found that her daughter really liked reading. Even if she didn't understand some of the books, she would write them down and then ask her grandfather or father for help.

Song Sanniang felt that she had given birth to a talented girl because her thoughts were very mature. She sometimes suspected that she was a time traveler, but after testing she found that she was not.

It was not until her son was born that Zhenzhen became like a child. She would poke her brother's face and kiss his chubby feet.

She would say, "Mom, let me take care of my brother." She would read to her brother and put him to sleep, and she would laugh happily just because her brother blew a saliva bubble.

Song Sanniang suddenly felt that this little bastard that she had accidentally conceived was not so useless.

He Shaoang thought his sister was very strange. She didn't like dressing up like other sisters, and she didn't think about buying rouge and powder all day long.

She reads a book every day. Her parents are afraid that she will become blind, so they always send her out to play.

He Shaoang doesn't understand what's so interesting about books. He just likes to eat delicious food and play with the three cats at home.

Although the three cats don't like to pay attention to him, Big Orange loves his mother the most, Little Lihua likes his sister, and Little Black likes his uncle.

He didn't understand. Everyone clearly said that he looked very similar to his uncle, so why did Xiao Hei like his uncle and not him?

I heard that my uncle loved to eat as much as he did when he was a child and was also fat, although he didn't think he was fat.

My uncle is very handsome now, and he thinks it would be nice if he grows up to be like him. But his dad is not happy because he thinks he should be like him. Actually, it’s not bad to be like dad.

"He Shaoang, have you written your big characters today?" When He Zhenzhen arrived at her brother's yard, she saw her brother lying leisurely on a recliner holding a big orange tree.

He Zhenzhen didn't understand why her brother didn't like studying. She thought the world in books was very exciting. Her parents were both studious people, and even now they often read books and learned new knowledge.

He Shaoang sat up from the recliner with a guilty conscience. Daju lazily sat on his belly, licking his fur, occasionally looking up at He Zhenzhen.

"I'll write later." He Shaoang felt his hands ache when he thought about practicing calligraphy.

He Zhenzhen glared, "Why are you so lazy?"

He Shaoang pouted, "It's not like I won't write, I just write it a little later."

He Zhenzhen couldn't stand his procrastination, "No, there will be things to do later, you have to write now."

Hearing the two siblings quarreling over their studies for the umpteenth time, Song Sanniang was also very troubled.

When the younger brother was young, the two siblings were so close, why did they always quarrel when the younger brother grew up? And who does their son look like? Fortunately, the couple has already thought of a solution.

He Pingdu was followed by Song Xiaodi, who was already a handsome young man. He watched the siblings quarreling at leisure.

When He Shaoang saw his uncle, his eyes lit up.

"Uncle, save me." Every time, it was his uncle who saved him from his sister.

Brother Song looked at his niece angrily, and instead of responding to his nephew's words, he smiled at his niece and said,

"I brought you a box of travel notes I collected. Don't you want to go back and take a look?"

He Zhenzhen knew that her uncle was helping her brother out, but she only had eyes for the travelogue, so she thanked her uncle, said goodbye to her parents, and went back to her own yard to read the travelogue.

When he saw his niece leave, Song Xiaodi frowned, "He Shaoang!"

It was the first time He Shaoang saw his uncle treat him like this, so he responded a little panickedly, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Song Xiaodi remembered what his sister and brother-in-law had said, so he didn't say anything politely. "Do you know what you can do if you are a waste like him and leave the He family?"

It was the first time that He Shaoang was called a waste. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he said nothing.

"Look at the younger generations of the He family. Who is like you who needs to be urged to write a big character now? Can you finish reading a book? Do you know how others will laugh at you in the future?

You can’t carry anything on your shoulders, you can’t lift anything with your hands, and you can’t read or write. You will have to beg for food in the future.”

He Pingdu and his wife still felt sorry for their child, but they could only bear it.

Who made the two of them always adhere to the parenting method of letting children grow freely and liberate their nature? The elder sister is so worry-free,

The younger brother was obviously a failure in this method, he was too free, and after he got used to being lax, the two of them thought about correcting him.

As if the excitement was not enough, Song Xiaodi continued, "Your parents treat you well and indulge you, but you are really like a playboy, ignorant and uneducated.

"Have you ever thought that the reputation of the He family would be ruined because of you? Have you ever thought that your parents, who are so outstanding, would be secretly laughed at for giving birth to a useless person who is neither good at literature nor martial arts?"

He Xiaodi had already burst into tears. His young heart was deeply hurt.

There is no child who doesn't love his parents. He feels very uncomfortable when he thinks that others will laugh at his father and mother because of him.

Brother Song didn't say anything else. He felt that he had said everything he needed to say. He gave He Pingdu and his wife a wink and turned away. He Pingdu and his wife stepped forward to comfort He Shaoang.