Afterwards, Ye Zhenzhen and Princess Wei discussed the course arrangement with Mrs. Zhou. As Princess Wei said, Mrs. Zhou hesitated for a while and finally agreed to the arrangement.
In this way, everyone is happy.
After the classes in the morning, there was a two and a half hour break at noon. Ye Zhenzhen took the two children back home to rest. The two children were probably punished by their master. After getting on the carriage, they remained silent and cautious from time to time.
They looked at Ye Zhenzhen's expression carefully and hesitated to speak. It could be seen that they were struggling in their hearts at this time.
I want to confess, but I don't dare. I want to ask, but I hesitate.
In the end, Cui Zhiduan couldn't hold it in any longer and said in a sweet voice, "Mother, brother Mingming and I were very good today and didn't make any mistakes."
Isn’t this trying to cover up the truth?
Wang Zai lied for the first time, his expression was very unnatural, his little chubby hands were almost twisted into knots, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and he naively thought that his lies could be clever enough to deceive adults. He was really naive and cute.
Ye Zhenzhen tensed up and did not reveal her son's lie. Instead, she showed a look of surprise and pride: "Really? Wangzai and Mingming are so good. I'm really happy for you. Can I make chicken soup for you today?"
Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming were not happy as expected when they were praised, but became increasingly restless.
But they didn't have the courage to admit that they were lying, so they humbly agreed.
The carriage returned to Uncle Jingning's Mansion. Aunt Cui had not seen her grandson all morning and had been waiting eagerly at the door of the mansion. As soon as Cui Zhiduan saw her grandmother, she immediately ran into her arms and acted like a baby.
Be nice.
Aunt Cui fell in love with his trick and immediately hugged her sweet grandson to greet her. Cui Zhiduan's guilt, uneasiness and grievance were all wiped away by her grandmother's care, and she was able to enjoy her grandmother and maids holding the moon in their arms with peace of mind.
The care and concern makes me happy.
At this time, the child Cui Zhiduan still didn’t know what was waiting for him.
After lunch, Cui Zhiduan began to feel sleepy. He habitually leaned into his mother's arms and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."
As he spoke, he yawned, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, pitiful and cute.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't hold back and kissed his chubby face, but her words were not as gentle as her expression: "Sleepy? It doesn't matter, mother has a way to relieve you."
The child Cui Zhiduan was not familiar with his mother's routine, so he asked very innocently: "What can I do?"
Ye Zhenzhen smiled mysteriously, put him on the ground, held his hand and walked out: "You come with mother."
Cui Zhiduan was confused, but he still followed his mother with small steps. The more he walked, the more confused he became. Finally, he couldn't help but ask: "Mom, why do you come to the garden to sleep?"
Silly kid, you still want to sleep.
"It's not sleep."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled with a gentle look on her face, "The vegetable patch in the greenhouse has grass growing, mother will bring you over to pull the weeds."
The greenhouse was built by Ye Zhenzhen.
In ancient times, there were a lot of inconveniences, especially in terms of food. In previous lives, we could eat fruits and vegetables casually, but that is not possible now. After all, many fruits and vegetables are still undiscovered in some corner.
Then there are the issues of transportation conditions and climate.
Let’s not talk about the transportation conditions. Talking too much about them will make you cry; the climate is even more force majeure. However, in later generations, due to the maturity of greenhouse technology, off-season vegetables can be found everywhere. However, in ancient times, it was undoubtedly difficult to eat vegetables in the winter.
Up to the sky.
Ye Zhenzhen cannot live without vegetables every day. In the past, when she had no conditions in Yejia Village, she could go up to the mountains to pick some wild vegetables to eat, but after entering the city, she no longer had the chance to eat them.
Although she had also considered the idea of a greenhouse, she always felt that a charcoal-burning greenhouse was too luxurious, so she gave up in the end. Cui Weizhen discovered that she had a poor appetite every winter. After finding out the reason, she found someone to build a greenhouse in the garden.
She built a shed and burned charcoal to grow vegetables. She finally had vegetables that she could eat in the winter.
For this reason, the greenhouse was Ye Zhenzhen's most precious place. She took care of it herself most of the time. No ordinary slaves were allowed to come near it. Even her own son Cui Zhiduan only entered it a few times.
When Wangzi heard that he could enter the greenhouse, he was really excited. Without thinking too much, he began to wonder like a baby: "Mom, the flowers and plants outside have withered, why can the vegetables in the greenhouse still grow? Why do we need to pull the weeds?
?Isn’t it good to let them grow? Also, can I plant flowers inside..."
Ye Zhenzhen answered his questions very patiently. As they walked along, the greenhouse arrived quickly.
As soon as he entered, a strong smell rushed straight at him. Cui Zhideuan wrinkled his nose in disgust, his chubby hand quickly covered his mouth and nose, and said angrily: "Mother, it stinks!"
It should smell bad. It has just been fertilized. Although it is not farmyard manure, it has been soaked with straw and other materials, so the smell is not very good.
Ye Zhenzhen took off her son's hand and said, "It just doesn't smell good. Your grandfather and grandmother farmed and now they have to pick and apply fertilizer themselves. Your mother even picked up cow dung when I was a child."
In fact, no, she had never picked up excrement, it was the original Daya who picked it up. Ye Zhenzhen had her memory, so she must have picked it up herself.
Cui Zhiduan's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a small mouthful. He didn't know whether he was amazed that his grandparents had to do the work themselves, or because his mother had picked up cow dung.
Soon, Ye Zhenzhen knew it was the latter.
Because his son asked innocently: "Mom, why do you pick up cow dung? Are you afraid that the cow dung will make the road dirty?"
This is a good question.
Ye Zhenzhen replied without changing her expression: "Pick it up and take it home to light the fire for cooking."
Cui Zhiduan's little face immediately turned green, and he stammered and asked: "Then, is our food also cooked with cow dung?"
"Of course it's burned with firewood. Have you ever been to the stove, didn't you notice?"
Seeing that her son was showing signs of nausea, Ye Zhenzhen quickly answered his questions, fearing that the boy would vomit it out after she finished answering.
Fortunately, he didn't know that the vegetables he ate were grown with farmyard manure.
His father originally came from a family that did not distinguish between grains and grains. He lived in the mortal world a few years ago and witnessed the growth history of vegetables in Yejia Village. From then on, he no longer liked eating vegetables...
Cui Zhiduan's little problem with mysophobia is like his father. If he knew the truth behind it, he would probably not even eat vegetables.
Ye Zhenzhen pulled her son over who was relieved, pointed to the grass sprouts in the soil and said: "The grass will eat up the nutrients of the vegetables, causing the vegetables to not grow tall. I need your help now, Wangzi. Come on."
Pull out the grass sprouts, otherwise we will have no vegetables to eat in the future."
Cui Zhiduan was probably shocked by his mother's miserable life when she was a child. He didn't complain when he was asked to work, but obediently knelt down and pulled out the grass.
