Lu Tianzhi listened to Feng Qingxue's words, and said with a smile: "Auntie, you have become stupid, you can pickle and eat salted eggs if you can't finish eating!" ”

The marinated salted duck eggs are delicious, and the yolks can flow out of the oil.

Thinking of the salted duck eggs that Feng Qingxue had given them to eat before, Lu Tianzhi snorted.

It's really a stupid pregnancy for three years, Feng Qingxue reacted, "Yes, I really forgot, I washed all the duck eggs after dinner, pickled two jars of salted duck eggs, and two months later, when I was not at home, you remember to fish them out and eat them." I remember that when I first came back, I also pickled some salted duck eggs, which I could fish out and eat, and eat them in the evening, just with porridge. ”

Guan Yu and Lu Tianzhi, who were inseparable, were really like a pair of twins, and they snorted, "I'm looking forward to it!" ”

The white rice porridge and the salted duck eggs that are so yellow and oily are simply a pair made in heaven.

Hearing Guan Yu's description of rice porridge and salted duck eggs, Father Lu knocked him on the head, "What is the blind analogy?" Let you read well, you always love to be lazy, and such a metaphor will make others laugh to death. ”

"I can't read the books in class! The content is so simple and monotonous. Guan Yu touched his head, "And classes were suspended last year, how can I study?" Grandpa, otherwise, you can show me the Journey to the West that I didn't finish reading last time, I like to watch it, I like the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and I will be like Wu Chengen in the future, writing beautiful stories. ”

Father Lu looked at the two grandsons who looked similar helplessly, and said casually: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it." But you are not allowed to give you books, and you are not allowed to tell you what stories you have heard or read. Also, you can go to the grandparents who live in the back, they all have a belly of stories. ”

Zhu Ling and Wen Yue were very famous writers before they were killed, and it was only fitting for them to guide Guan Yu.

Father Lu saw it a long time ago, under the protection of the eldest brother, Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu were a little naïve, and they had no ambition, probably because they didn't understand the world, fortunately, Lu Tianzhi was very talented in calligraphy and painting, Guan Yu was very interested in writing, and Father Lu decided to cultivate according to their hobbies.

Of course, homework can't be let go just because classes are suspended, and academic qualifications are still important.

The reason why a high school student like Sekijo did not graduate was because the national situation forced him to do so, and if he graduated, he could participate in the recruitment of various government agencies and factories in the city, but he was just thinking about his family and returning to the countryside.

Ten years ago, there were educated youths, but they went to the northwest and the Great Northern Wilderness to support national construction, and in the past two years, few rural educated youths have been allowed to stay in the cities and have been sent back to their hometowns one after another, and not everyone is as willing as Guancheng.

Xibao touched his bulging belly and interjected, "I want to ride a big horse!" ”

"Big Madela's cart sells garlic, and grandpa will take you to ride a little donkey." Father Lu immediately focused on his little grandson, and his eyebrows were all smiling, "Grandpa is driving the little donkey, and Xibao is riding the little donkey, okay?" ”

"Grandpa is tired, grandpa rides a little donkey, and Xibao chases a little donkey." Xibao happily decided.