Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

As soon as Dabao came in, he saw Xiaobao clinging to his mother on the bed, so he took off his shoes and jumped on the bed.

He nestled on his mother's side while his mother was on the other side.

Su Qing'an looked at the two sons clinging to her on the left and right, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mom, my brother and I will move back to sleep with you. I want to listen to your stories at night." Xiaobao hugged her arm and rubbed it, clinging to his mother's smell.

"How old are you, and you still listen to your mother's stories. When you were young, your mother told you stories to coax you to sleep. How old are you now? You have learned all the words. If you want to hear any stories, go read the books yourself."

"The stories that your mother tells are not in the books." Dabao also buried his head in his mother's body. His mother made him feel warm and at ease.

"Yes, my brother and I love to listen to mother's stories that are not in the books."

"No, mother is looking forward to you growing up and occupying a bed by yourself, but I don't want you two to disturb mother again."

"We didn't disturb mother. Mother, just treat me and my brother as if we are still young. I don't want to grow up at all."

"Don't want to grow up at all? Who says that he wants to grow up quickly and ride his favorite horse to Renzhou and Raozhou all day long?"

Xiaobao choked and rolled his eyes: "Then I will grow up during the day and be Xiaoxiaobao at night. It would be great if I could be like Sun Wukong, growing big and small at times, becoming small when I want to listen to stories, and becoming small when I don't want to walk, so that mother can put me in her sleeve and carry me around. How nice it is.

"You have a beautiful idea." Su Qingmei really admired her youngest son's brain circuit.

"Mom, Dabao wants to listen to your stories. "

Dabao felt that the things the teacher said were not as memorable as what his mother said. He remembered all the stories and principles his mother had told him. He had never forgotten a single word.

"Okay, if Dabao wants to listen, I will tell him."

"Mom, you are biased! Why do you tell when my brother wants to listen, but you don't tell when Xiaobao wants to listen?"

"Because your brother is obedient."

"What's wrong with Xiaobao?" Xiaobao stood up on the bed angrily and glared at Su Qing'an.

"Sit down, I feel dizzy lying like this and watching you." This son was doing this and that, giving her a headache.

Xiaobao suddenly sat back on the bed. He sat next to his mother, pouted and complained, and glared at his brother again, hum.

"Hey, brother, whose letter is it?"

"Oh, I forgot. Mom, it's Dad's letter."

"Really, your dad's letter? "Su Qing'an heard and sat up. She took the letter and opened it to read. Dabao and Xiaobao also leaned over. After reading two lines, Jilingling trembled twice. Dad was still as mushy as ever. "Go away, mom will read it alone." Seeing the two sons rubbing their arms in a weird way, Su Qing'an hurriedly drove them away. "No, Dad also wrote to us. The two refused to leave, each holding one of her arms and unwilling to get up. Su Qing'an didn't really want to drive them away. The mother and her two sons leaned on the bed to read the letter. "Ah, how did my dad get hurt? Is it serious?" Xiaobao screamed halfway through. "It must be serious. Dad said that he lay in bed for half a month." Dabao looked worried. "It must be very serious. I wonder if he can get up now?" What should I do? How did Dad get hurt? Xiaobao felt that Dad must be in pain. "He should be able to, otherwise how could he write to us." Dabao responded. "Oh, my father is going to make me anxious! He didn't say anything, just said he missed us. What a bunch of nonsense!" Xiaobao looked down quickly, his eyes jumped in anxiety.

"What are you talking about?" Su Qing'an glared at him.

"No, mother, I mean, I'm just worried about dad. How can the army of Liang Dynasty be so insidious? If they want to fight, they should fight. Gentlemen are upright. How can they smear poison on arrows! Using such a vulgar method! It's really a mean act!" Xiaobao was very angry.

"The Wu family has never used decent means. Didn't they also use despicable means to rob the throne? They also killed all the princes and grandchildren who were demoted to commoners. What do they know about gentlemen!" Dabao looked disdainful.

Su Qing'an turned her head and glanced at Dabao.

The mother and son looked at each other, and Dabao lowered his head.

Su Qing'an stroked his head and said nothing.

Xiaobao chattered for a long time, and seeing that Su Qing'an and Dabao were silent, he ran over to shake her: "Mom, can we go to Daddy? I miss Daddy."

"If you miss your dad, then you and your brother should write more letters to your dad."

"Mom! Writing letters is useless, I can't even see Daddy! I almost forgot what my dad looks like. Mom, can we go find Daddy? I want to find Daddy."

"Your dad is in the north, which is the territory of the Liang Dynasty. Wouldn't it be a distraction for your dad if you go there? He has to worry about your safety in the rear while fighting."

"Then when can we see Daddy!"

"It will be soon. It seems that the Liang Dynasty is about to run out of luck."

Dabao shook his head: "Although the Liang Dynasty is in civil strife, the Central Plains and most of the north are in his hands. He can survive and there are still many days to go."

"That's right, Grandpa Ma said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. If the Liang Dynasty does not fall, will we not be able to see Daddy? I miss Daddy. Do we have to wait until my brother and I grow up and get married before we can be together with Daddy?"

After saying that, Xiaobao's eyes widened again: "Mom, aren't you afraid that my dad will have brothers and sisters in the north?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dabao patted him and glared at him.

Xiaobao touched his nose and blinked at Su Qingmei.

Su Qingyu also glared at him, "You little brat, how dare you talk about your parents' affairs!" Said: "Your father is not that kind of person."

After speaking, he patted his little butt again: "Besides, your father has a younger brother and sister, and we just happen to be staying in the mountains. We don't go anywhere and just live our lives comfortably. It's not very good."

Xiaobao pouted as soon as he heard this.

He wanted to sneak away to find his father, but he was afraid that his mother would be sad.

So sad, he misses his father so much. Is there anyone like him who has only met his father once in his life?

The mother and son said a few more words, and Su Qingyu kicked them out.

I read the letter from Lu Bocheng again and again several times...

Within two days, the autumn harvest began in the mountains.

The entire forty-five villages in the joint village started to move together. Men, women, children, and children who could walk all followed them to the ground.

Qi Qi was busy harvesting early rice.

The early rice has been harvested, and then the winter wheat has to be planted. When the winter wheat is gone, we will start picking autumn tea, then harvest mountain products, and pick wax flowers. Then we will be busy until the snow falls.

After half a month of busy work in each village, they finally finished the work in the fields.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is also here.

Just like the year before last year, Su Qingyu held a long table banquet in the market town, entertaining the village owners, elders of each village, and merchants in the market town. Everyone gathered together to celebrate the harvest year, and thanked everyone for their concerted efforts to build the joint village and protect the village. Lianzhai.

The long table banquet started at Si Zheng and continued lively until the end of Shen Dynasty. They all refused to leave.

There are enough wines and vegetables. There are rows of tables lined up on the main street of the market town, dozens or hundreds of meters away. Those sitting at the head table cannot see the tail table, and those sitting at the tail table cannot see the head table, only the table. A variety of food and wine are lined up on the street.

It's a blast to eat.

It wasn't until dark that everyone had enough fun and went back to their homes.

After returning home, Su's father and mother were still recalling the excitement of the long table banquet, and Su Qingyu told them that she wanted to find Lu Bocheng.