"Ah, these four treasures of the study are very heavy. You can tell they are good things as soon as you get them." Yang Huamei was very happy.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "What I have prepared for my ambition will definitely be good."

Yang Huamei nodded repeatedly: "Qing'er, I'll thank you in advance for Dabai. I'll send the things back for him to learn first, and then go back to the restaurant to take care of the accounts. No matter what, it's better to take care of the accounts with my own family than

Outsiders should rest assured, don’t you think?”

Yang Ruoqing smiled and only told him: "Let him thoroughly understand the above things first. Later, I will arrange for a bookkeeper to come and test him."

The implication is that only if you pass it can you get a job.

If it doesn't pass, then there's nothing I can do to help.

Yang Ruoqing didn't point it out, but she believed Yang Huamei understood.

Yang Huamei really understood. She hugged the account books and the four treasures of the study tightly with both hands, as if she was holding the future and hope of her son Dabai. She thanked her, stood up and left, and was careful when she stepped over the threshold, for fear of the future and hope in her hands.

It fell to the ground and broke into pieces...

Baby Luo not only took a bath and changed his clothes, but also washed his hair.

"Why do you wash your hair so early in the morning? Are you not afraid of getting a headache?"

Yang Ruoqing quickly found a large dry bath towel, wrapped it around the girl's head and pulled her to the dressing table to wipe her carefully.

"My head is so sweaty from practicing that my hair is stuck together and no longer flowing. I definitely need to wash it!"

Luo Baobao swept a strand of hair between his fingers and played with it, saying indifferently.

"It's okay in this summer, but it's impossible in other seasons. Even in summer, try not to wash your hair early in the morning. Your hair is very fragile, and it won't be good if you get a headache."

Yang Ruoqing still couldn't help but keep nagging her advice. She didn't know how much this girl would listen to her advice, but if she talked more and repeated the same thing, it would always leave a deeper mark on her heart.

After her hair was dry, Yang Ruoqing also said she was tired.

Luo Baobao smiled and asked: "Mom, let me ask you something. You must first promise not to hit me."

"ask."

"Mom, I am thirteen this year. How old are you this year?"

"When I was sixteen, I gave birth to you and your brother Chen'er. It's up to you."

"Wow, mom, you are twenty-nine?"

"Why do you say the exclamation word 'Wow'? Is twenty-nine very old?"

Yang Ruoqing asked, and she put her head in front of the bronze mirror and took a look. There were no wrinkles, nor were the corners of her eyes drooping.

"Mom, you are not old at twenty-nine, and I didn't say you are old."

Luo Baobao looked at the bronze mirror and smiled.

"Since I'm not old, what do you want to express when you ask about my age?" Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked.

Luo Baobao said: "I just want to ask, if Mom is so verbose, does it mean that menopause has arrived early?"

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then grabbed the feather duster inserted in the vase next to her and pulled it over...

There was a lot of excitement in the room, accompanied by Luo Baobao's laughter and condemnation: "Mom, you don't mean what you say, you clearly promised not to hit me!"

"I said no hitting, but I didn't say no smoking!"

"Yeah, Mom is a renegade, Mom is a puppy, woof woof woof..."

…

This morning, instead of Luo Baobao jumping all over the yard to avoid her mother's feather duster, Dabai of Lao Wang's house cried with a mournful face and begged his mother: "Mom, if you let me see these things, it's better to hit her with a stick."

Kill me!"

Yang Huamei stood at the table, looking expectantly at Dabai, the account books and the Four Treasures of the Study in front of him, as if she saw the bright future of the old Wang family.

Hearing Dabai's 'request' suddenly, it was as if a ladle of cold water was poured down from the top of his head, and half of his bright future was suddenly shattered.

"What are you talking about, you bastard? Are your skin itchy?"

She said angrily, trying to let Dabai know his mistake as soon as possible through her fierce eyes, and quickly changed his words and said that he would study these account books carefully.

Dabai pointed with his finger at the account book spread out in front of him, but he couldn't read a single page of it. He was so angry that he wanted to cry.

"Mom, my head goes crazy when I see these inputs and outputs. When I buy an eggplant, I have to keep track of it. I have to check it back and forth. It makes my eyes sore!

Why did you get this thing from your cousin? It's going to cost me my life!"

Yang Huamei slapped Dabai on the head.

Thinking that he had just fought with Bingbing in the past two days, the slap landed on the table with a loud and clear sound, which made her palms hurt so much that they almost split.

Enduring the pain, he stared at Dabai with splitting eyes: "I have just told you what I should say. A good job is right in front of you. It depends on you whether you can catch it!"

"Your cousin said that as long as you read these account books thoroughly, you will be in charge of the restaurant's accounts. Read it quickly and read every word for me carefully!"

Because it was breakfast time, Wang Hongquan and Wang Shuanzi were also at home.

Wang Hongquan squatted at the door of the big white house with a dry tobacco pole, and pricked up his ears to listen to what was going on inside.

Hearing his wife's words, Wang Hongquan quickly echoed: "It's tiring to plant crops, with your face facing the loess and your back to the sky. If you don't read the account books carefully, you will have to work in the fields with me..."

Dabai couldn't wait to hear it, and even said in a joyful voice: "Master, I am willing to work in the fields with you!"

Wang Hongquan became mute.

Yang Huamei was so angry that she rolled her eyes and pinched Dabai's arm, "You're a worthless thing. You can't put mud on the wall. Don't think about anything. Just stay at home and look after me for the next few days. You can't do any work."

I don’t want you to do it, I’ll find a way to make you eat whatever you want, as long as you watch it!”

These words seemed to have an effect.

"Mom, do you keep what you say? Why don't you really want me to do any work, but you can also serve me with delicious food and drinks?" Dabai raised his head and asked, with a pair of frighteningly bright eyes.

Yang Huamei gritted her teeth and said, "Seriously!"

"Yeah, this is what you said, I want to eat soy pig trotters at noon!"

"Where can I get pig trotters for you in the dog days of summer?"

"Then I don't care. If I can't eat the sauced pig's trotters, I won't watch it."

Yang Huamei was a little embarrassed and turned to look at her father-in-law, Wang Hongquan, who was squatting at the door of the house for help.

Wang Hongquan pulled out the tobacco stick from his mouth and knocked it on the stone at his feet. He stood up with a smile and said, "I'll go to the Sun family's meat shed at the entrance of the village later and ask. If there are no pig's trotters, I'll go there in the morning."

If you go to Qingshui Town, you can definitely buy pig's trotters."

Wang Shuanzi also said: "Dad, it's such a hot day and we're busy with farming. There's no need to go to town just for pig's trotters. It's too much trouble..."

He turned around to discuss with Dabai: "Son, I'll eat the pig's trotters another day. Is it okay to switch to something else at noon?"

Wang Hongquan also looked at Dabai expectantly, "How about I kill a chicken for you?"

His big white eyes rolled around twice, his face full of confusion.

Yang Huamei couldn't help but pinched Dabai again: "We only have eight chickens left in our family. We keep them for the holidays and New Year. I would be happy if you didn't care about them!"

Dabai jumped up and avoided Yang Huamei's hand: "Okay, okay, let's eat chicken at noon, but I don't want to eat stewed chicken. If I braise it, the chicken legs are not allowed to be chopped. I want to hold it in my hand and chew it!"
Chapter completed!