After those people completely escaped, Song Yuanbao stopped crying and covered his stomach and laughed, "Hahaha, I'm happy to death, a group of big fools who have never seen the world!"

Wen Wan lit the oil lamp and hung it on the branches, and pulled the vines into a long rope through the light.

Song Yuanbao asked her, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Wen Wan pointed to the baskets and shovel tools outside.

Song Yuanbao immediately understood, and the old god said, "It's all the grandchildren who respect me. Don't be careless. When you drag it back, you will sell it to the second grandfather at the east end of the village. The price is lower, and you can exchange it for a few copper plates."

Wen Wan glanced at him: Why are you scolding?

Song Yuanbao muttered, "I heard it just now. They took the initiative to call me 'Little Ancestor'."

Wenwan still disagreed and frowned, telling him not to speak like this again in the future.

If it is an adult, then it is just a joke. After that, it will be over. But Yuanbao is just a child. The child can pick up words and follow suit. If he doesn't stop him, he will think that it's good to say this. In the future, he will see those people just now and tell them again, and what should he do if he misses his mouth and causes trouble?

In Song Yuanbao's impression, Wen Wan is as gentle as her name, always has a gentle and soft appearance. She has a bad temper and is so good. She is so serious like tonight. This is the first time he has seen him. He was a little scared and instantly became depressed. He lowered his head and whispered: "Mom, I know I'm wrong, and I will never dare again."

Wenwan finally bent her lips and rubbed her head. She was familiar gentleness from Song Yuanbao.

In order to please his stepmother, Song Yuanbao took the initiative to take the rattan rope from Wen Wan and tied the bamboo baskets together. When he dragged them back to the village, he sent them to his second grandfather's house to sell them.

My second grandfather usually relies on weaving baskets to exchange for money in the town. These baskets are quite new tonight. If they sell them at a low price, he will definitely be able to collect them.

Eight backpacks, plus hoe and iron elm, were replaced with twenty cents in total.

It’s a little bit less, but after all, it’s also a free money.

Song Yuanbao came back happily with a copper plate in his arms.

Wenwan is still waiting under the big tree.

Song Yuanbao was left without a single piece of copper plate to Wen Wan.

Wenwan counted ten to keep them and returned the remaining ten to return.

Song Yuanbao refused to answer, his face drooped, "Yuanbao said the wrong thing tonight and made her unhappy. He shouldn't have asked for this money."

Of course, I have to reward him with such a good attitude towards admitting my mistakes. Wen Wan finally gave him the ten copper coins. The two of them hooked up and said that they knew what happened tonight and no one would tell me.

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After struggling for most of the night, Song Yuanbao went to bed shortly after he went back.

Wen Wan pushed open the door of the bedroom. The oil lamp was still on. Song Wei bent down beside the bed of the shelf to clean up his outfit that he had gone to Fucheng tomorrow morning. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he paused his hand and raised his head, "Where have you gone?"

It was clearly a sound that was so calm that it was not clear about joy and anger, but it made a "depressed" person hear the taste of interrogation.

Wen Wan took a deep breath and pointed at the direction of her parents' home.

Song Wei slowly put the folded clothes into the bag, tidied his cuffs, and walked towards her.

Wen Wan didn't dare to move, and her back was tightly pressed against the door panel, holding her breath, pulling the corner of her mouth, and smiling very falsely.

Song Wei stood in front of her, supported the door panel with one hand, leaned over slightly, put his nose on her neck and sniffed it, then reached out and placed it on her head.

Wen Wan felt like an electric current was thrusting uncontrollably, and she heard him say in her ears: "I smell the rape flowers outside the village, my hair is covered with fresh pine needles, and my feet are stepped on the black mud on the pine slope. When did my father-in-law move home?"

Wenwan: “…”
Chapter completed!