The little sugar baby took a big bite of the meat bun and couldn't put it down.
Fragrant! So fragrant!
She decided that the world is big and eating is the biggest thing.
Anyway, she is a child and does not need to greet the prefect, so she should continue to eat meat buns.
When Mrs. Su saw that her little girl was enjoying her meal, she ignored her and went out.
The prefect and the county magistrate are both here.
Although their family doesn't have a good tea reception, they always make a pot of home-made scented tea.
Even if you are a banker, you still have a way of hospitality.
What's more, the scented tea she prepares is also unique.
After Mrs. Su went out, she immediately asked her daughters-in-law to boil water and make tea to entertain the distinguished guests.
Qian Yuemei approached Mrs. Su timidly and said timidly: "Mother..."
Mrs. Su glanced at Qian Yuemei.
Qian Yuemei knew what she wanted to say without even opening her mouth.
After all, she found such a set of shabby clothes for the daughter of the prefect's family.
Now, his father has seen him.
Who would believe you if you say you don’t treat someone’s daughter harshly?
"Be more generous when doing things in the future!" Old Mrs. Su said.
"Yes! I will do it in the future!" Qian Yuemei quickly expressed her determination.
The expression on his face was still scared.
"But, mother, now..."
If the prefect were to blame now, wouldn't he be unable to eat and walk around?
Mrs. Su was originally too lazy to pay attention to this second daughter-in-law who was not on the stage.
But after all, this is my family, and I still have to protect it.
So he said: "We are just a farmer. The children's old clothes are originally mended and worn again. Even if the prefect is dissatisfied, he can't say anything. Go and boil water quickly."
"Hey! I understand, mother!" Qian Yuemei's heart dropped immediately.
Since my mother-in-law said this, she must have taken care of the matter.
If the sky falls and her mother-in-law is there to support her, what else does she have to worry about?
No matter what happens outside, the little sugar baby stays in the house and continues to eat meat buns.
Wang Wanglai slipped in quietly.
"Boss!" Wang Wanglai shouted softly.
Look at the little sugar baby's eyes, which are red.
Little sugar baby, "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched and his eyelids twitched.
There's nothing I can do about it, it's a bit irritating to my eyes.
Because Wang Wanglai was followed by a group of children.
But everyone, including Wang Wanglai, was not wearing any clothes.
Not wearing a shirt is nothing to these little boys.
But what does it mean when these people have several sticks of firewood tied to their backs?
"What is your dressing style?" The little sugar baby was speechless.
In fact, she knew what these children meant without asking.
However, it's not their fault.
At this time, Da Pan and Er Pan, who had not shown their heads since the little sugar baby woke up, also walked in with shame on their faces.
Similarly, behind the two people, they also carried several sticks of firewood.
"Little aunt, we are sorry for you and have come to apologize to you!" Da Pan and Er Pan said in unison.
After saying that, he faced the little sugar baby, folded his hands into fists, and knelt down on one knee.
"Boss, we are sorry for you and have come to apologize to you!" Wang Wanglai led a group of younger brothers and said in unison.
After saying that, he also faced the little sugar baby, folded his hands into fists, and knelt down on one knee.
So, when the prefect came in, he happened to see——
There was a pretty little girl sitting on the kang.
The little girl was holding a big bun in her hands.
In front of the little girl, a group of children of different sizes knelt.
These children were all bare-chested and had a few sticks of firewood tied to their backs.
Magistrate Xia twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at the little sugar baby.
The little sugar baby's head was covered with black lines and he also looked at Magistrate Xia.
Behind Magistrate Xia was Magistrate Zheng.
Behind County Magistrate Zheng was Old Man Su.
Behind Old Man Su were the village chief Wang Zhengyi, the Su brothers and others.
Therefore, everyone witnessed what is meant by "bearing a thorn to plead guilty".
When the village chief Wang Zhengyi saw his grandson doing such a thing, the veins on his forehead jumped.
However, in front of the prefect and the county magistrate, he did not dare to speak casually.
"Ahem!" Magistrate Xia coughed twice and said, "Are you... playing house?"
Little sugar baby, "...hehe, yes."
There was a "Pfft" sound, and someone behind him laughed.
Xia Siya stood next to Magistrate Xia, also smiling with her lips pursed.
The little sugar baby put down the buns in his hands and said to Da Pan and others: "Okay, today's drama of 'asking for forgiveness while facing a thorn bush' has ended here. Everyone should understand the meaning of the word "asking for forgiveness while facing a thorn bush".
So, let’s break up…”
After the little sugar baby finished speaking, he waved his hands quickly, signaling Da Zhan that they should leave quickly.
However, Da Pan stubbornly said: "Little aunt, you haven't punished us yet, we can't leave!"
Er Pan also said: "Little aunt, we shouldn't just play for ourselves and cause you to be captured by the bad guys..."
When Er Pan said this, he glanced at Wang Wanglai and the others.
Then, everyone said in unison.
"We were wrong, please punish me!"
Little sugar baby, "..."
He even indicated it with his eyes.
Understood!
It's really been rehearsed!
Moreover, I don’t know how many times I have practiced.
Listen, how consistent the sounds are!
After Da Pan and others finished speaking, they each began to untie the firewood on their backs.
While explaining, I uttered words of determination.
"Little aunt, you have to use these firewood to beat us."
"Boss, you have to whip hard..."
"Yes, we are not afraid of pain!"
"It's just that what you smoked is definitely not as painful as what my father did..."
"My father only hurts when he smokes. He uses the soles of his shoes..."
"The rolling pin my mother used..."
"My butt is swollen..."
"Mine is swollen too..."
"Mine too..."
Little sugar baby, "..."
Magistrate Xia and others, "..."
"Is your firewood strong?" Zheng Yuanzheng touched his head and said doubtfully: "I don't think it is very strong. Will it not hurt people if I hit it, and it will break when I pull it?"
Little sugar baby, "..."
It will definitely break as soon as you pull it.
After all, they are dried sorghum poles.
It’s still the top and thinnest part.
But why do you want to tell Mao?
Isn't it intentional to cause trouble?
Don't blame these people for beating you in the first place.