In the end, they succeeded. Tang Shunyan caught a little butterfly with a small net bag. He smiled so hard that his eyes were squinted. His cute eyes and cheerful and optimistic personality were not at all like his usual pretense of maturity. How cute he looked.

So cute.

Meng Zhaojun caught a butterfly in her net and showed it to Tang Shunyan. She also smiled happily. She looked at Tang Shunyan's cute little young lady, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that it could be cultivated.

The two little kids were having fun here. Mrs. Tang and Mrs. Meng, who were sitting in the pavilion, saw their cheerful expressions and laughed too.

Meng Zhaojun's arrival this time has already fulfilled her wish to play with Tang Shunyan.

In the days that followed, she came again every three or five, and every time she asked her mother to bring her here in order to see Tang Shunyan.

Mrs. Meng also had this intention, and took her daughter to the Tang Mansion every few days.

For various reasons, it was inconvenient for Mrs. Tang to go to their house. Mrs. Tang was pregnant again and was too sick to come, so she used the excuse of visiting.

Meng Zhaojun became smarter in later days. Every time he went to Tang Shunyan's study, he would compete with him on calligraphy. Who could learn better?

Just like two little childhood sweethearts, her purpose is this, not to make Tang Shunyan's little heart hate her.

Tang Shunyan was impatient with Meng Zhaojun at first, but later, she only came to learn writing with him in the study. In his eyes, there was no distinction between male and female dolls, and he regarded Meng Zhaojun as a brother.

Good friends and buddies who learn and progress together.

What Meng Zhaojun never imagined was that Tang Shunyan would only treat her as a buddy. If she knew about it, would she feel that this plan she had cultivated since childhood had failed?

Some things are often more unpredictable than God. Things that people don't expect often take root before you know it.

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At night, Ye Shiqi felt that her father had fallen asleep again. She entered the space and replaced some small pieces of wood. This time, she painted not only portraits of Bodhisattvas, but also portraits of tigers, pandas or monkeys. This is a diversified

Wooden statue.

She also knew that the most important thing now was to paint the Bodhisattva portrait. She had already heard from many villagers tonight that they wanted to come to her home tomorrow to watch her father carving the Bodhisattva portrait.

At this moment, the first thing people thought of was the Bodhisattva statue. People in the village would not think of buying toys for the children. Her purpose was to let her father sell these toys to the city.

As for how to sell these toys to the city? Ye Shiqi thought of her mother. Maybe next time her mother comes back, this plan can be implemented.

It's just...can mother come back next time? She won't deduct vacation from the host's family again, right?

She would not allow this. She would never let her mother bully her. If her mother could not come back that day, she would ask her father to bring her toys and take her to find her mother.

Speaking of mother Li, of course she didn't have the ability, so she could only seduce Tang Shunyan and help her accomplish this.

Ye Shiqi came out of the room before dawn and placed a small piece of wood with a tiger on it, a small piece of wood with a monkey, and five pieces of wood with portraits of Bodhisattva on the table in front of the bed.

I drank some spiritual spring in the space and ate some honey nests, which replenished my strength and fell into a deep sleep after leaving the space.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang," there was a sound of slapping at the door, and then there was Lai's voice shouting, "Get up! The sun is shining on your butt!"

It was still dark, but after the rooster crowed, Lai's biological clock made her get up, wake up her son and the dolls to get up to work, and he went back to his room to sleep.

Hongji heard the sound of his mother banging on the door. Even though he was very tired during the day, the baby no longer needed him to get up at night. After sleeping for a few hours, he felt very energetic and stretched himself out.

When he saw the three older babies beside him, they also sat up on the bed with sleepy eyes.

Acer glanced out the window. The sky was still a little dark. This was the sky before dawn. The room was also dark. He could only light the oil lamp. When he lit the oil lamp, he saw the painted wood on the table.

portrait.

There were more paintings than yesterday, including one more piece of Bodhisattva wood, and two other smaller pieces of wood with portraits of animals.

Acer involuntarily turned his eyes back to the bed. The three older children began to get dressed, but only the fourth child turned over and continued to sleep.

Wuwa didn't make any movement at all, and the loud knocking on the door just now couldn't wake her up. She seemed to be sleeping deeply and tiredly.

Acer put on a long-sleeved shirt, took a piece of clothing and wrapped the pieces of wood with pictures on it, then opened the door and walked out.

Da Ya blinked her hazy eyes and watched her father's movements under the oil lamp. Like Er Ya and San Ya, she didn't understand why there were a few more pieces of wood with painted pictures on the table.

It seems that my father was lying down and sleeping last night. Could it be that he got up in the middle of the night to paint the wooden statue?

The little kids couldn't figure it out, but they thought adults were more capable. Just like yesterday, their father also drew a portrait online.

In the hearts of these little children, their father is omnipotent.

Acer put the wood wrapped in clothes next to the toolbox, then went to the kitchen to pick up two buckets, then went to the well outside to pick up water and brought it into the kitchen.

Daya took her two younger sisters into the kitchen. They washed the dishes and made breakfast. Daya washed the dishes and asked Erya and Sanya to cook breakfast. She then carried a basin of clothes belonging to her father and the fifth sisters to the river to wash.

Da Ya came to the river to wash her clothes, and got a lot of gossipy questions from the villagers, causing farce like yesterday.

Da Ya was asked about the wooden portrait by the women and gossiped about the quarrel between the two families yesterday.

No matter how others asked, she would just shake her head and wash her clothes without saying a word.

Those women and girls, girls about the same age as Da Ya, were asking Da Ya for some news, and they started talking consciously.

"He must be bragging. If you go to his house later, you will know. He can carve Bodhisattva portraits. Didn't he carve a lot of them and sell them before? Is it possible that he only thought of making money now?"

"Yes, I heard that several portraits were carved yesterday, but I heard from their neighbor that there was another commotion at their house last night. They said that the wooden statue was missing, and they thought it was a thief. I thought it was the thief shouting "Catch the thief."

You must be fooling us because you don’t have the carving ability?”

"Is this happening? Haha, then there will be a good show. Let's wash the clothes quickly and watch the show later."

Da Ya listened to others gloating about their misfortunes and said such words, and she suppressed her silence, knowing that if she said one thing, others would say ten.

She couldn't make noise with so many people by herself, and she didn't have time to waste on these people.
Chapter completed!