The bee pupa was fried and eaten the next day, but the baked rabbit with honey sauce was not moving. Zhang Sanhua first took Yin Jing to catch a few rabbits, but he either thought it was fat or thin, but it was just inappropriate. Later, Zhang Sanhua probably understood that Yin Jing was looking for excuses to shirk it, so she was too lazy to catch the rabbit again. But Yin Jing was funny and would whisper in her ear from time to time, asking her to take herself to catch the rabbit.

I want her to do things without food? How can I do such a good thing? Even if Yin Jing nags in my ears a thousand times, unless she is greedy, Zhang Sanhua would rather lie down and bask in the sun than catch rabbits. Yin Jing also tried to catch it by herself, but she didn't set any traps. Erxiao ran slowly with short legs and couldn't catch one even if she went up the mountain ten times.

Half a year after Qi Zheng and the others left, Mr. Lin received a letter from home that Lin Ergou asked someone to bring back. There were two letters in total, one letter from Mr. Lin and one letter from Zhang Sanhua. Mr. Lin's letter was quite thin, and Zhang Sanhua squeezed his own. When he got home, he opened it and found that it was all about the record. Wherever he arrived, what he ate, what he read, and how many friends he made. He actually wrote a copy every month and put it in an envelope.

Zhang Sanhua thought about whether Lin Ergou gave her letter and Lin Ergou's pretending to be wrong, but looking up, it was indeed Zhang Sanhua.

"Zhang Sanhua, what are you looking at!"

Zhang Sanhua glanced at Yin Jing, and Shi Shiran put the letter away, "I didn't read anything."

"I've seen it all lying." Yin Jing came over and tried to draw the letter from Zhang Sanhua's hand, "Show me."

"No." Zhang Sanhua raised the letter high. She grew a lot in the past six months, but Yin Jing didn't grow much.

"Show me, show me." Yin Jing jumped to the point of trust.

"Why, it's not written for you." Zhang Sanhua raised and put his hands on, teasing Yin Jing but just refused to let him get the letter.

"Is it a letter? Is it not to me? Is it for you?" Yin Jing stopped and asked in confusion, "Who will write to you?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Sanhua raised her eyebrows and smiled, "You must know who it is."

"Brother Ergou?" Yin Jing suddenly widened his eyes, "You are giving me a private lesson!"

Zhang Sanhua:...Where did this little brat learn these messy things?

"I'm going to tell Mr. Lin!" Yin Jing was indignant.

"This is what Mr. Lin gave me." Zhang Sanhua was a little helpless, "Can you use your brain? Where have you learned what Mr. Lin learned in the past six months?"

"..." Yin Jing choked, "I am here to learn how to be a human being, not from the perspective of strategies and articles."

"Oh?" Zhang Sanhua said in a lengthened tone, "What have you learned? The half-aged boy broke into someone else's house without hesitation?"

"Auntie said I can come at any time!"

"Oh, then Mr. Lin said I can beat you as much as you want. Come here and let me beat you?"

Yin Jing choked again and then shouted: "This is different!"

"Why is this different? It's just one that benefits you and the other that harms you." Zhang Sanhua suddenly approached Yin Jing, scaring Yin Jing back, "Yin Jing, you seem to have forgotten again, what a person with a big fist says is the truth."

Yin Jing stared at Zhang Sanhua dissatisfiedly. Zhang Sanhua slowly put the letter in his arms and waved to Yin Jing in disgust.

"Why are you still lying here? Are you afraid that Mr. Lin can't find you?"

"It's Mr. Lin who asked me to come out and don't stay in the study room all the time."

He said he came to study with Mr. Lin, but Mr. Lin assigned only three big words to Yin Jing every day. When he was in a mood, Mr. Lin would tell Yin Jing stories, but if he was not in a mood, he would let Yin Jing go to the study room to read the book by himself. Usually, children would be so happy that they would be very happy, but Yin Jing's family had a strict father. If his father asked him what he had learned after he went back, he would be finished. Therefore, Yin Jing spent most of the day in the study, and if he couldn't understand, he would ask Mr. Lin. If Mr. Lin didn't want to explain or explain what he couldn't understand, he would recite it. Mr. Lin might think that Yin Jing had found a lot of things for him like this, and could not drink tea and bask in the sun leisurely, so he often drove Yin Jing out.

Whenever Yin Jing was kicked out, he would look for Zhang Sanhua. In his words, he would not be able to play with the group of rural children. Zhang Sanhua had at least studied with Mr. Lin for a few days and could barely communicate. But Zhang Sanhua felt that Yin Jing was just not dealt with.

"Oh, Yin Jing is here." Ah Niang came back from the small vegetable field and was happy when she saw Yin Jing. "Don't leave tonight, stay for dinner." After saying that, he greeted Zhang Sanhua again: "San'er, hurry up and finish the honey water for Yin Jing."

Zhang Sanhua rolled her eyes at Yin Jing, went into the house to get honey, and Zhang Xiaohua was sitting on the bed embroidering flowers.

"Sister, my mother gave Yin Jing a honey."

Zhang Xiaohua put down the tension in her hand, her face full of displeasure.

"If you ask you to rush, just rush, tell him that there is no food." Having said that, Zhang Xiaohua still got up and went to the corner to pull out a small jar, "I have to drink honey every time I come. I haven't drunk a few times."

"My mother asked me, I don't want to give Yin Jing a drink."

"Take it and take it." Zhang Xiaohua stuffed the jar to Zhang Sanhua, "I am only allowed to scoop one spoonful, let me scoop it more and see how I will deal with you."

After taking the jar out, Ah Mom was talking to Yin Jing for some unknown thing. She rinsed the honey water and put it in front of Yin Jing. Zhang Sanhua looked at him with a smile, "The honey water is coming, you drink it."

Yin Jing didn't like sweets at first, not to mention that every time he drank honey water, he would bring back memories of being stung. But Zhang Sanhua and her mother were staring at each other, and it would be impossible not to drink it.

Seeing that Yin Jing was drinking honey water and pretending to like it very much, Zhang Sanhua put the honey jar back in the house with satisfaction. Zhang Xiaohua checked and found a lot of it, and felt relieved, but she couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"The young master is indeed amazing. He drinks honey water as water. I'm afraid he has never worn a commoner before coming to our village. I don't know what facial fat the rich women use."

Zhang Sanhua used to her muttering and didn't say anything. She was about to go out, but was stopped by Zhang Xiaohua again.

"Xiaohua," she said a little hesitant, "Have you ever told you that we have an uncle?"

"Uncle?" Zhang Sanhua stopped, "We have an uncle?"

"Yes, you gave eggs before you were born."

"What about after I was born?" Zhang Sanhua's voice was a little cold, "Have he seen my mother after I was born?"

"I'm only three years older than you, so how could I remember that it's so clear." Zhang Xiaohua bit her lower lip, "It was Ah Niang who said, you came once before you were born."

The implication is that Zhang Sanhua's uncle has never been here after he was born.

Zhang Sanhua was silent for a while and asked, "Why did you suddenly mention this?"

"When you were not here yesterday, my mother received a message from my uncle, saying that she would come to see us in a while." Zhang Xiaohua frowned and looked at Zhang Sanhua, "I always feel that something is wrong here, why is it coming suddenly? What do you think?"

Looking at Zhang Xiaohua's careful appearance, Zhang Sanhua sneered and rubbed Zhang Xiaohua's head.

"You care what's wrong with him. With me here, you can still be bullied."

"Zhang Sanhua, I am your sister!! Don't rub my head!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Sanhua raised her hand to surrender, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, or you'll rub it back?" As she said that, she rubbed her head over.

"Who wants to rub your head?" Zhang Xiaohua snorted and turned her head, "Go away quickly, the unlucky child will be upset when he sees you."

After leaving the door, my grandmother was no longer in the main hall, and only Yin Jing was still sitting on the chair.

Not sure what to think, Zhang Sanhua suddenly wanted to know Yin Jing’s opinion.

"Yin Jing, if you had a relative who suddenly appeared for many years without seeing each other, what do you think it would be because of it?"

"Why?" Yin Jing also asked me with such a stupid question, "It must be a sensation for Qiufeng."

"What if your family is poor too?"

"My family is not poor." Yin Jing looked depressed, "My family is much better than yours."

Zhang Sanhua reached out and flicked his head. Yin Jing covered his head with his hand and muttered quietly, "What's wrong with him, I'm still afraid of him? If you dare to plot against me, I'll let him go without hesitation."

Zhang Sanhua smiled like a flower.
Chapter completed!