Dad is about to tell a story, and Zhou Qingxian and the others are more serious.

Ding Qiunan and the others were more direct, they all stopped, they just liked listening to his story.

After noticing their movements, Zhou Jimin smiled and said to the little guy in his arms:

"The next story is not suitable for you to listen to. What if you can't sleep at night?"

"Ah? Dad, do you want to tell a ghost story? We are not afraid."

Xiaoyi said loudly, Xiaoxian and Xiaobudian nodded repeatedly, indicating that they were both brave.

"Why?"

"Because we have a father."

"My presence may not necessarily be your blessing. You'd better not listen to this ghost story. Be good and go back to your room."

The more they say this, the more they don’t want to leave.

With all your expectations raised, how could you be willing to leave?

Zhou Jimin had no choice but to ask Ding Qiunan to help, but she shook her head and said that you caused the trouble yourself and solved it yourself.

He had no choice but to start speaking.

"It is said that during the Republic of China, there was a farmer named Yao Mantun in Yaojiagou who supported his family by his weaving skills."

"On this day, he took the woven baskets, brooms, etc. to the city to sell them. When passing by a pastry shop, he saw the candies and bought three."

"His baby likes this kind of candy very much. It's soft and golden on the outside, and the tender sugar juice on the inside flows out when he bites it."

Although there are not many words in the beginning of the story, it explains things clearly.

Ding Qiunan and the others all listened with interest, and the fourth child even stopped writing because he was also fascinated.

The story is very simple. Yao Mantun rushed home carrying a load, and met Aunt Yao from the village chief's family at the entrance of the village.

But I saw that Aunt Yao's eyes were dull, her lips were blue, her whole face was swollen, and there were some bruises on her forehead. She didn't say hello when she saw him, and just sat motionless.

Yao Mantun gave Aunt Yao a horn candy and then went home.

Then when I passed by the village chief's house, I found that someone was dead in the village chief's house.

In the mourning hall, Aunt Yao's photo is placed in the center.

In the photo, Aunt Yao has an expressionless face, black lips, swollen face, and a very conspicuous bruise on her forehead. It is exactly the same as what Yao Mantun saw at the entrance of the village ten minutes ago.

Buzz!

When they heard this, Ding Qiunan, Zhou Shuqing and Huang Xiaohua all felt that the temperature in the room dropped by more than ten degrees. It was so cold!

I have goosebumps all over my body.

The fourth child also shuddered, glanced left and right, and then moved slightly closer to his elder brother.

Only Zhou Qingxian and the others didn’t understand it very well.

Although the text is very simple and easy to understand, they are only three or four-year-old children after all. What can they understand?

"Yao Mantun lowered his head and looked at the four candies in his hand. Then he saw that the village chief's youngest son was holding half of another candy in his mouth and running happily."

"Aunt Yao loves her little grandson the most, Yao Mantun thought while holding the candy in his hand."

After saying that, Zhou Jimin looked at Lao Si and continued:

"This is a very small and short story. It just tells that after Yao Mantun came back from the city, he saw a person dead in the village and connected it with the horn candy. That's all."

"Divergent thinking is to rely on some people and things that you have seen or happened in your daily life. Whether they are related or not, you can piece them together..."

"When you accumulate more in the future and have more life experiences, you will slowly understand."

The fourth child is obviously still immersed in the story and his thoughts are wandering.

Ding Qiunan and the others are no longer so afraid.

The story is very simple, if only to put it simply, it is that after Yao Mantun came back from the city, he learned that Aunt Yao of the village chief’s family had passed away.

However, after Zhou Jimin's processing, the storytelling and readability have become much richer.

However, Zhou Qingxian suddenly asked at this time:

"Dad, why are Aunt Yao's photos placed in the mourning hall? Can my photos be placed in the mourning hall in the future?"

How naive are human cubs to say such ignorant and fearless words?

Snap!

When everyone was laughing, Zhou Jimin slapped the little guy on the butt:

"Don't say that again, do you hear me?"

My butt hurts a little, but compared to this pain, Zhou Qingxian feels even more aggrieved. Why can't she say it?

She rubbed her little butt with her little hands, then raised her head and asked her father, why?

"Why? Didn't you listen carefully to the story just now?"

After looking at Xiao Yi and Xiao Doan who were gloating about their misfortune, Zhou Jimin also slapped the twins on their butts respectively. This time, it was fair.

"And you two siblings, please listen carefully and don't talk nonsense."

"In the story Dad just told, Aunt Yao's photo is placed in the center of the mourning hall because Aunt Yao is dead and her family is paying her farewell and paying homage."

"Also, Yao Mantun, who I just mentioned, saw someone throwing down some wheat husks at the intersection and making a circle with cigarette ashes."

"This is a ritual handed down in the village when someone dies in the village. Food is brought to the deceased, and soot is used to prevent the deceased from returning to the village and to carry the food forward."

"These are just some folk customs before the founding of the People's Republic of China. It's enough for you to know. Don't worry about them. Do you understand?"

Even if you don’t understand, you have to understand.

Seeing the three little guys nodding their heads obediently, but looking a little aggrieved, Zhou Jimin felt funny.

After the story was finished, Zhou Jimin drove them to bed.

However, the three little guys said they were too scared to go back to their room to sleep and wanted to stay with their father.

Yes, Zhou Jimin knew that this must be the case, so he had no choice but to give Ding Qiunan a helpless look.

The latter glared back coquettishly, meaning that if you dare not sleep with me, you can do it yourself.

After all, if Zhou Jimin went next door to sleep with the children, then she would be alone in the empty room.

Then she definitely won’t do it!

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So when it's time to go to bed, the family sleeps directly on a big bed.

Fortunately, the bed is big enough and the little ones are small enough.

The happiest person is not the three older ones, Zhou Qingxian, but the little guy Zhou Bingliang who is the most noisy and refuses to sleep.

Because he is the youngest in the family and is not yet one year old, he usually sleeps in his crib by himself.

Today, with his parents and brothers and sisters with him, he must have a falling out before he can do it.

"Xiao Liang, lie down and go to sleep quickly. You are not allowed to talk anymore, do you hear me?"

I heard it, but as soon as I sat down, the little guy started playing with the little one again.

It wasn't until he saw his father's big slap that he calmed down.

However, the big eyes are still rolling.

The two adults were on each side, and the four children were lying in the middle, but they were all covered with their own quilts.

Zhou Jimin was afraid that they would kick the quilt randomly again, so he arranged for them all to make rice dumplings and wrapped them all in quilts.

In this case, it would be difficult for them to move around.

After the children fell asleep, the two adults quietly left and went to the next room.

It took more than two hours before the two people came back after finishing their work.

The night was dark and calm, lonely and speechless, and in the blink of an eye it was the next day.

He also got up early in the morning and went out. Before Zhou Jimin walked out of the house, he paid special attention to the area near the door of his house.

Sure enough, under the thermal imaging camera, near an alley a hundred meters away, under the cover of a trash can, there was a person hiding inside.

Damn it, if Zhou Jimin hadn't been alert, he wouldn't have noticed this bastard.

After all, at dusk, there are only faint stars scattered around the world. What can be seen clearly with this light?

Not to mention that people are hundreds of meters apart and are still hidden in trash cans. How can you observe them?

"If I don't catch you, the rat, today, labor and management will take your last name!"

Zhou Jimin will never be lenient to those who dare to peek at him.

He did not take action immediately, but went back and wrote a small note to Ding Qiunan, saying that he might have something to do today and would come back at noon or afternoon, and then quietly climbed out of the wall on the other side.

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To be continued...