It was dark, and Maodan and the group of men dragged their tired bodies and left Taoyuan. When they drove onto the road, they seemed to have cheers coming from the car, and they didn't know what to celebrate.

Wang Ping'an thought it was his illusion, but from a distant intersection, he heard the sharp shouts of the thin monkey.

"Wang Ping'an, wait, I will come back!"

After saying this threatening sentence, the small truck followed him in a panic, "buzzing" black smoke, blasted the accelerator, and accelerated to escape.

"Come back when you come back, why are you panic?" Wang Ping'an didn't take this seriously. He used to watch cartoons, but he heard too much of this and was immune.

Lai Wang greeted the wild Panax notoginseng, who was rewarded by Wang Ping'an, and went home with joy.

Wang Wen had picked up more than a hundred cicada monkeys and wanted to take them home, but when he thought about the chaos at home, he might take them back, and who would eat them.

It would be better to put it here if you are cheaper than that mean and stingy sister-in-law.

So he got angry and stopped taking it and left more than a hundred cicada monkeys in the iron house.

"Seibao, don't finish eating the cicada monkey. Leave some for me and I'll come here to eat tomorrow."

Wang Wencai had already walked dozens of meters away, but he still turned around and reminded Wang Ping'an.

"Okay, as long as I can't finish it, I'll keep it for you." Wang Ping'an replied readily.

"Thank you... Hey, this sounds wrong." Wang Wencai was confused, panicked, and a little regretful, so he didn't bring the cicada monkey back.

Wang Ping'an returned to Taoyuan and packed up the borrowed tools. Then he carried a small pot of cicada monkey and a big yellow dog back to the old house.

Today, my mother Su Wenting steamed buns and specifically told Wang Ping'an to go back to her old house for dinner. As for her father Wang Degui, she had already gone back to report to her mother about the conflict that occurred in the afternoon.

When Wang Ping'an took the big yellow dog back, he was hearing his father and mother talking in the kitchen.

"...These gangsters are all in their thirties. When I was outside, they were still little kids. I walked over and shocked them in a few words! They didn't dare to say anything I said!"

"If I hadn't been to the past, Erbao wouldn't have shocked them at all! This child still doesn't know that fighting is easy and difficult to end."

Wang Ping'an coughed and reminded his father that bragging should be done with a certain degree. When you show up, people ignore you at all. OK?

"Hey, Erbao is back. How about it? After I left, those people didn't dare to cause trouble for you again, right?" Wang Degui showed off proudly.

"If you don't come, they won't dare to cause trouble for me." Wang Ping'an replied.

"Hey, you kid, don't know the dangers of the world. Your father, I helped you a lot, you don't know yet. Oh, forget it, it's your own child anyway."

Wang Degui was too immersed in the play and could not extricate himself for a while. If he said too much, he would believe it himself.

"..." Wang Ping'an had known before that his father was unreliable and often teased him.

Today I talk about splitting up my family, tomorrow I talk about marrying myself, and the day after tomorrow I say I give myself to the supermarket to change to ice cream, anyway, I just try to do it in a different way.

Forget it, Wang Ping'an washed his hands and soaked the cicada monkey in clean water to prevent it from shedding.

Then enter the kitchen and prepare to chat with your mother.

"Mom, have you cooked the meal? I'm so hungry." Wang Ping'an asked in front of the pot.

"I'm so hungry? Is it tired of beating people? How do I teach you normally? Everything is the most important thing, why can't you remember it? I hit a few people with stones the day before yesterday, and today I hit a few people with Maodan. If you continue like this, something will happen."

Su Wenting was obviously very angry. Even if she knew that her son was not at a loss, she didn't want him to fight all day long.

"Remember, but it's really not my fault. If they hadn't caused trouble first, how could I beat them?"

"Hmph, you're just making more excuses. Hey, you've been more careful in recent times? You'll be able to reason with your mother!"

When Wang Ping'an heard this, he felt that he was about to be exposed and quickly changed the topic: "How can I be so mean? I'm telling the truth. By the way, what delicious is my mother making today?"

At this time, Su Wenting had already opened the pot, picked out four buns with chopsticks, and placed them on the plate.

Wang Ping'an reached out to take it, but Su Wenting hit her with chopsticks.

"Go and let your dad eat first!" Su Wenting scolded in a bad tone.

"..." Wang Ping'an was helpless. It seemed that the two consecutive fights made her mother angry and she didn't even love her only son.

His father Wang Degui proudly took a bun, and while blowing, he smiled, "Did you see it? This is my wife!"

Then, he finished the bun in front of Wang Ping'an with an exaggerated attitude.

After eating, when Wang Degui wanted to take it again, the plate was taken away by Su Wenting. He said to the stunned Wang Ping'an: "Son, come here and eat it. It seems that it is cooked."

"..." This time, it was Wang Degui's turn to be stunned. He didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Haha, do you see, this is my mother." After Wang Ping'an said that, he ignored his father's sad expression and took the plate to the main hall.

After a while, the meal started, Wang Ping'an ate a few more buns and drank a large bowl of mixed grain porridge. Only then did Wang Ping'an feel full.

I rarely cook like this, and I don’t make buns at this time.

My mother Su Wenting told him that my grandmother tasted these things and now she made them mainly to practice. When her grandmother came, she would cook them for her to eat.

Wang Ping'an finally understood why his mother has been making these troublesome foods in recent days.

As soon as I had dinner, I heard the sound of children playing outside the yard and the light of the flashlight shining everywhere.

"Hate, why is the cicada monkey I found so small? Is it because it has nothing to eat and is hungry and loses weight?"

A sweet complaining voice came from outside the yard.

There are many miscellaneous trees on both sides of the alley outside the yard. At night, many cicada monkeys crawl out and molt. As long as they shine with a flashlight, they will grab each other accurately.

Wang Ping'an ran to the door and shouted to Wang Tiantian, who was catching the cicada monkey: "Tiantian, how many did you catch today?"

"There are about seventy or eighty. I'm so amazing, right? By the way, Uncle Erbao, come and help me see why there is a very small cicada monkey here?"

Wang Tiantian turned on the flashlight and shook her annoyed. It seemed that she was extremely dissatisfied with the smaller cicada monkey.

The other children have already gone to the front to find more opportunities, while Wang Tiantian is still thinking about why this cicada monkey is so small.

In fact, most children who live in rural areas have seen this kind of cicada monkey. Some people call it Mi Lai Monkey, and some people call it Qiu Yuan.

Like the large cicada monkey, it can also be eaten.

Wang Ping'an walked over and saw that it was indeed this kind of rice monkey. It is very small, like broad bean rice. After molting, it will make a "mumimi" sound. Perhaps this is the origin of its name.
Chapter completed!