After the Simmons incident, the woman named Huihui never appeared in the yard of Lao Zhou's family.

Mrs. Zhou still helped Jiang Lu take care of the children, and she still nagged the same thing, and she would say anything she didn't like.

One day, Jiang Lu told Zhou Chunhe that his mother is not old, so why didn’t she find one?

Zhou Chunhe looked at her in surprise, "What does it mean? Find me a stepfather?"

Jiang Lu burst out laughing, "Look at your carefulness, if you are really satisfied with your mother, you can't delay her happiness in her later years."

"Don't even think about it, let's say that I won't have that kind of idea."

"Is it mother who doesn't know, or do you don't?" Jiang Lu asked.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, I'll go find Zhou Tian." Zhou Chunhe refused to answer, to be precise, because he was afraid of answering.

He never thought that his mother would remarry. Although he had tried his mother like this, Zhou Pozi always looked very disgusted and rejected, which made Zhou Chunhe think that she would never remarry anyway.

After experiencing the sufferings of life, the mother and son both have an almost stubborn sense of sovereignty towards each other.

"What if you can do, you can still carry the threshing machine?"

"No problem, I'll buy it for you when I go back."

Continue to appreciate this wonderful pastoral scenery.

"Yes." Ermao nodded heavily.

"He's asking you questions?"

"It probably won't come back, he still wants to make more money."

"Ask, there are quite a lot."

"No matter how much he eats, you will collect the living expenses he sends to you. Even if he can't finish it, just save it for Ermao, so that he knows that he has a son to raise, and there will be hope for this day." Jiang Lu advised.

"Yes." Ermao lowered his head shyly.

"That's true, but there's no need to rush to collect it anymore. This is really a bit unaccustomed to it." Zhou Chunhe said.

"Give it to me?"

"Does Ermao want to draw?"

The second master smiled, it was okay or bad either. Anyway, he just smiled, and his work was never stopped.

Jiang Lu spread out and saw a pencil sketch on the rough paper. She painted a person leaning against a tree with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, and as if he was closing his eyes to rest. What shocked Jiang Lu was the expression on the person's face, half peaceful and half painful. How could a person have two expressions at the same time, but it looked uncontradictory?

"Ermao, who is the painting?" Jiang Lu asked carefully.

"The person in the dream." Ermao replied.

The next day, Jiang Lu bought colored pens, drawing paper and drawing board. Jiang Lu equipped him with all of them at one time and asked Lin Wenshu to hand them over to Ermao.

Liu Guanshan got up and said, "Then what, I want to take a leave."

When the fields in Wangjiaba became lively again, Zhou Chunhe sat on the ridge of the field and Liu Guanshan couldn't help but sigh: "Everyone said that farmers cannot live without the land. Do you think we have left the land or not?"

"Have Ermao's father sent you living expenses?"

"What is your theory?" Lin Wenshu smiled.

"Is this the person you dreamed of?" Jiang Lu asked again, but Ermao ran away with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Chunhe glanced over.

"What a thin line? I'll have someone to order the dishes later. You'll do it for you when I finish my work." Zhou Chunhe looked at the vegetable shed.

"Snatch harvesting rice."

Liu Guanshan laughed, "Click it, buckle it, it should be."

Jiang Lu went to school again as usual and brought some stationery to the students. Lin Wenshu stood aside and choked up again, not knowing what to say.

Zhou Chunhe was still stuck in his throat and was intercepted by Liu Guanshan. He felt betrayed and felt a little unhappy, "You will be deducted your wages if you take leave!"

"It's not impossible to take it hard." The second master wanted to give it a try.

Jiang Lu asked Lin Wenshu to see him, but Lin Wenshu couldn't say who he looked like.

Jiang Lu squatted down, "Is there anything Ermao?"

Ermao ran away with a smile. Jiang Lu thought he had gone to play, but he didn't expect that he took a picture from his schoolbag and asked Jiang Lu to continue.

"You told him to draw well, and I will buy it for him after using it."

"Beautiful aunt." A faint voice shouted.

Who is that? Second Master? Why is this old man disobedient? Zhou Chunhe walked over and scolded, "Didn't you ask you to wait for me to cut?"

Ermao attached himself to Jiang Lu's ear and said, "Next time I want a colored pen, can you buy it for me?"

"Don't help me. If I fall down, you shovel a piece of soil on my body. It can be considered as being born and raised here and buried here." The second master said calmly.

Jiang Lu turned her head and saw that Ermao called her.

Thinking that it must have been harvested for the family, Zhou Chunhe turned a blind eye.

"Jiang Lu's life cannot be without the theory of expectation." Jiang Lu said rudely.

"Haha, do you love and hate?"

"I sent it, he couldn't eat much."

There were Wang Hongtang and his wife there, who were also considered old people in the village and carried the threshing machine by themselves. Wang Xingquan was really a sin. It has been several years and has never come home once.

"After this moment, another half a year has passed. Has Accountant Wang taken it back?"

"Okay, I'll thank you to Ermao for your beautiful aunt." Lin Wenshu smiled.

Zhou Chunhe glared at him, "You don't want to fall into the field, do you? I won't help you!"

The second master laughed, "If you have your business, why should I wait for you? Just one acre of three cents of land, how can I do anything to me?"

"The facial features are relatively blurry, so I should be a man." Jiang Lu thought.

Liu Guanshan smiled, "Of course I didn't leave, otherwise your dish can still grow in the air?"

"It looks like a man."

Zhou Chunhe waved his hand impatiently, "Let's go."

How could he deduct Liu Guanshan’s wages? He has never deducted anyone’s wages, except for Daman and Xiya. These two guys will disappear without even calling him a leave.

The village chief was the village chief who cut it and took three breaks. He was still yelling to let his son Wang Ziqiang take a little more care of his son. This time he didn't feel sorry for his son anymore. However, the village chief's hunched back was old after all.

"What this child thinks on weekdays is different from everyone else. When he is in Chinese class, he can't answer the questions I ask, and I can't answer the questions he asks." Lin Wenshu said helplessly.

Zhou Chunhe was just there. The second master didn’t plant much land, and the old man was quite tough, so it would be okay to make trouble.

Zhou Chunhe returned to the vegetable shed and looked towards the direction of the main road. Why haven’t this person come yet at nine o’clock?

But soon, three small black dots floated over at the end of the road, getting bigger and bigger. Zhou Chunhe saw it clearly, and they were three people.

Zhou Chunhe stood up and tried hard to see who they were, so why they were so anxious, as if a fire broke out at home and someone died.
Chapter completed!