Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Orthopedic surgery is a very noisy operation. If Zhou Rongrong didn't have a lot of strength, it would have been a very difficult operation. But fortunately, everything went smoothly after she explained the precautions to Xiaotian's parents.

Zhou Rongrong waited until Xiaotian woke up before asking Doctor Zhao to bring her a letter to the army, mainly to ask when Sanbao would be suitable to go. She had been busy before and had no time to manage Sanbao's going to the army.

Now that she had a lot more free time, she naturally wrote a letter to Du Wen to ask. Now that the matter was settled, it was not too late. Zhou Rongrong took the children back home and picked up Dabao and Erbao on the way.

When Erbao knew that Sanbao was going to the military camp, he was filled with jealousy.

"Mom, can I go too? I really want to go."

Zhou Rongrong was walking in front, leading the horse. She stopped and looked at Erbao and asked.

"Why are you going? Your third brother is going there just to teach people how to sew. It's not dangerous. I think you are going there like a fool. Are you eager to go to the battlefield?"

Zhou Rongrong knew very well what this little guy was thinking. He wanted to be a soldier, but she didn't think there was anything good about joining the army at such a young age. He wasn't a genius after all.

Erbao saw that his mother had seen through him, and pouted, "No, I will be obedient. I just want to go and take a look, that's all."

Dabao said from the side: "I think you have been brainwashed by what he said. You are too young and mother will not let you go. You still need to study hard and practice martial arts. Only when you have the ability to protect yourself will mother let you go."

Zhou Rongrong nodded and said, "Yes, your elder brother is right, you must at least study hard and pass the exam to become a scholar before you can join the army, otherwise forget it."

As Erbao's studies were still a little behind, Zhou Rongrong continued, "Thank you, Master. You are so powerful because you are good at both literature and martial arts. If you were not good at studying, would you know how to attack? How to defend? Forget about being a great general. Even being a soldier would only cause trouble."

Erbao didn't dare to say anything and responded in a low voice: "I know, mother. Mr. Zhuang has already said that my third brother and I will take the exam. He asked us to prepare well and we can take the exam in February next year."

Zhou Rongrong was no longer as nervous about the exam as she was at the beginning. Besides, whether Erbao and Sanbao passed the exam would not have much impact on their lives. But Mr. Zhuang said that they could take the exam, and the two children's knowledge was good enough.

He asked Dabao to start tutoring the two children for their exam content every day.

The next day.

Zhou Rongrong went to Mr. Zhang's house to see Fu Qing. Fu Qing got up early in the morning and was busy in the kitchen in the small courtyard. Since Rongrong was coming, she wanted to make delicious pastries for her.

In addition to reading and writing, Fu Qing's best skill is making pastries.

A stack of pear blossom pastries is made into the shape of five small petals the size of a child's palm, with a few red beans dotted in the middle of the stamens, making it look like real pear blossoms.

Eaten with fine green tea, the layers of puff pastry are crisp and delicious, paired with mung bean filling and a pastry with just the right sweetness.

It was so delicious that Zhou Rongrong ate five of these small cakes in one go. She ate like a little squirrel and squinted her eyes because they were so delicious.

"Ms. Fu, your pastries are so delicious."

Fu Qing smiled even more deeply after receiving the compliment. He picked up the handkerchief and carefully wiped away the remaining pastry crisps from the corner of Zhou Rongrong's mouth.

This made Zhou Rongrong's face turn red. She was speechless and had to change the subject.

"Fu, Miss Fu."

"Rongrong, just call me Qingqing."

For some reason, Zhou Rongrong always felt that Miss Fu was very close to her. Could it be that this was how girls get along with each other?

She doesn’t have many close friends and doesn’t know how they get along with each other. I wonder if this is the case?

Zhou Rongrong calmed down and said, "Qingqing, don't be nervous, it's just an operation."

Fu Qing nodded and said, "With you here, I'm not nervous."

Fu Qing was really not nervous. It would be boring to live like this without being able to do anything, so he might as well give it a try.

Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang had also arrived at this time. Mr. Fu had discussed it with Fu Qing yesterday, and they were both willing to give it a try, so he was much less worried today.

"Boss Zhou, when do we start?"

Zhou Rongrong asked: "Qingqing, have you eaten or drunk water?"

Zhou Rongrong had told Fu Qing not to drink water or eat anything, so Fu Qing naturally did not drink water or eat anything. His lips were a little dry, but fortunately he managed to endure it.

He nodded and said, "I didn't eat or drink anything."

Zhou Rongrong was not sure about being at Mr. Zhang's house. She did not trust these people to that extent, and she would not take any risks, she pointed her finger at the table.

"Master Fu, I want to take Qingqing back to my house for surgery. This place does not meet the conditions for my surgery."

Although Mr. Fu didn't understand, he had no objection to whatever Zhou Rongrong said. He drove Zhou Rongrong and Fu Qing back to the Zhou residence himself.

Zhou Rongrong asked Jiang Manman and Liu Dazhuang to guard the gate of the courtyard and not let anyone in.

He took Fu Qing into the operating room at home. The room was unusually clean. The small knives and white cloth used for wrapping were neatly placed on the table beside him. There was also a large wine jar next to it. He could faintly smell the strong smell of white wine.

Seeing her curiosity, Zhou Rongrong explained, "You can't drink this wine. This is a specially treated wine for skin disinfection. The concentration is very high."

As he said this, he opened the lid of the wine and asked Fu Qing to come over and smell it. Fu Qing never drinks alcohol, so the strong smell of alcohol hit his nose. Fu Qing's face turned red visibly, his eyes were blurry, and he was staggering while holding his face.

It was so adorable that Zhou Rongrong couldn't help but pinch her soft little face, grinning and helping her lie down on the small bed.

He tidied up the messy hair on her forehead, gave the person an injection, and saw that the person fell unconscious. In a flash, the two of them were no longer in the room and entered the space.

The operating room was as bright as day, pure white, and busy work began with the sound of Zhou Rongrong's gentle breathing.

Outside the house, Mr. Fu was so anxious that he stood restlessly, looking around from time to time, not knowing what was going on inside. Jiang Manman didn't care as long as he didn't go in, he could walk around however he wanted.

The reader, holding a book with great interest, would exclaim in a low voice from time to time: Now that Manman is getting older, the little girl has begun to change.

Her fair face is pure and beautiful, her eyes are full of charm, and her whole body has an aura of being graceful and elegant. When she smiles, the dimples on both sides of her mouth are very cute.

Even Mr. Fu calmed down when he saw this kind of girl. He also sat aside and wanted to say something to divert attention.

"What book is the little girl reading?"

Jiang Manman opened the book and showed it to Master Fu: "A travelogue."

The book was really called Miscellaneous Travels. Master Fu became interested and asked, "May I take a look?"

This book was brought back from the county town by Liu Dazhuang with Jiang Manman's own wages. It was very interesting. She was a book lover, and generally speaking, apart from her family members, there were almost no people she could borrow books from.

But thinking of a father's anxious expression, Jiang Manman still handed it to him and asked Mr. Fu to read it. Mr. Fu looked through it carefully. He traveled to many places when he was young.

He has been to many of the places described in the book. He didn't know who wrote the book, and the customs of some places were irrelevant. But since he was interested, he was willing to talk to Jiang Manman about it.