Chapter 1145 Young Master Bai Teaches Children to Write

In fact, the little bald head can run so fast because she has to carry water every morning in the temple.

The nephews felt that her combat power was too strong, so they tied a circle of gravity iron on the child's leg.

Now the little bald head went down the mountain, with no restraints on his body, of course the speed was extraordinary.

Li Xiaobawang panted and wailed from behind: "Bai Zhun, you still said not to go too far, but your child seems to be the kind of person who can't go too far."

"The child is active." Bai Zhun dismissed Li Xiaobawang with four words, and at the same time, he probably had a general understanding of his little brother. Originally, he saw that the child was young, and the master would not hand over the things in the temple to him. Little man, now it seems that he underestimated the master's calling method too much.

In fact, Bai Zhun didn't underestimate the old monk, but he couldn't resist the fact that the little bald man would be self-taught.

The children are always noisy when they play.

A passing chief saw him and nodded with a smile: "When you see these children, you can think of us when we were young, right?"

"That bastard in my family doesn't do his homework!" This is Li Xiaobawang's father.

The person next to him smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Bai family boy is in charge."

"It's the same child, why is there such a big gap." Li Xiaobawang's father wanted to cry when he mentioned this. Could it be a genetic mutation?

Over there, Little Overlord Li was still yelling: "Damn it, Wang Dazhuang! Don't pull your little Grandpa Li's pants, left, crawl to the left!"

"Li Hailou! Get the hell out of here!"

In this way, the first day that the little bald head came to the military compound ended with Li Xiaobawang being chased by his father and running all over the compound.

The little bald head played very comfortably. She had to exercise every day.

It was almost six o'clock when Bai Zhun led the child home.

It's time to eat again, this time without the little bald head talking, Aunt Wang cooked a table of Vegetarian dishes, such as beans in tomato sauce, cold lotus root clips, stir-fried fungus, vermicelli baby dishes, everything you expect.

What was stewed in the pot was big rice. Aunt Wang usually used a small pot to stew for the young master. After seeing the small bald head's appetite, she decisively changed to a larger pot.

The little bald head was holding the steaming white rice, and was eating it, and raised his little head from time to time, smiling at Bai Zhun.

For the little bald head, the happiest thing in the world is to have white rice to eat!

It was only then that Bai Zhun realized that the child's favorite was not steamed buns, but rice.

After Young Master Bai discovered this, he immediately called the cafeteria of the courtyard and asked them to bring all the rice that had been brought in from the Northeast.

The prerequisite for raising a child is to feed her well.

The little bald head was indeed very full, and he was running around carrying a small stool with a round belly.

She wanted to wash the dishes by herself, but Aunt Wang would not let the child touch her.

The little bald man had nothing to do, so he started moving the stool again.

Young Master Bai stretched out his hand to hold the child, and took her out for a walk.

The little bald head walked slowly this time, and let the little brother lead him obediently, and the white cat walked in front of her.

When an old chief met him, he asked, "Hey, who is this boy chasing? Why are you dressed like this?"

"My brother, just came down from the mountain."

When Bai Zhun met, everyone said that the child belonged to his family.

When I went out for a walk at this time, I met all the old men in the compound.

Bai Zhun's move is undoubtedly to reveal the identity of the little bald head.

Young master Bai has thought a lot since he was a child. Since he is his own child, he will definitely be involved in both military and political affairs in the future. He has to cultivate the vigor of raising children, at least so that others don't care about offending little Ah Jiu.

Boys, you just need to be more serious.

This is what his grandfather often said when raising him, and Young Master Bai thinks that this method should also be applicable to little Ah Jiu.

The little bald head was originally soft and cute, and when several senior chiefs saw her, they wanted to hug her.

"Amitabha." The little bald head bowed, and shook his head modestly: "Ajiu is too heavy for grandpas to hold."

The adjutants next to him would not let the old chiefs hug them, coaxing the old people like coaxing children.

You can't hug it anymore, you have to pinch it.

Who knew that the Bai family boy was very protective. When he saw them making a move, he said, "Grandpas, it's getting late. Ah Jiu has to go back to wash her hands and go to bed. I'll bring her out tomorrow morning to play military sports with my grandpas." fist."

"Go, go, what a little fox." The old chiefs like the boys of the Bai family, and there are also grandsons among them, but when they think of their grandson, they get on fire.

Children, you are more sensible when you are younger, but when you grow up, you are farther and farther away from yourself...

After the little bald head returned to the villa, she obediently asked her little brother to wash her hands, then arched her body and took out her small package.

Inside are scriptures, some monk clothes, and other messy things, all related to Buddha.

The little bald head opened the scriptures first, and lay down on the wooden table seriously to copy the scriptures.

This is what she has to do before going to bed every day. If she doesn't do it, the Buddha will blame her.

After copying the scriptures, the little bald head began to write in his diary.

After the diary is written, it will be mailed to a certain place regularly. Although the master didn't say it, Xiaobald knew in his heart that it must be her mother and brother who were worried about her and asked her to write about her daily life.

So since that day, the little bald head has been very serious about writing his diary.

"Today, my little brother and I came to the city. The houses in the city are so big, and there are planes that will be dusty. My little brother is very kind to me. He gives me white rice to eat, and even asks people to wrestle with me. Although those people The level is not very good, but I still have a very happy life. The people at the foot of the mountain are not easy to communicate. Wuli Buddha said that time is omnipotent, and I will slowly let everyone..." Xiaobald wrote here, scratching himself big head.

Bai Zhun, who had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair, was still watching from behind. Seeing the little guy stop, he asked with a chuckle, "What's wrong?"

"Little brother, jieshou, how did you write the two characters? Ah Jiu forgot." Xiao Guang's brows were tangled together in distress.

The smile on the corners of Bai Zhun's lips grew stronger, he hugged the little guy and put it on his lap, then let his white fingers go, and held Xuan Ah Jiu's hand, the word "beautiful" clearly appeared in the diary Book: "Accept."

The little bald head looked at the handwriting that was obviously different from his own, and felt that what she wrote was too like a dog crawling. Why?

"My handwriting is not good-looking." The little guy raised his head and asked: "The handwriting is not good-looking, will he be tested for duck eggs?"

Bai Zhun pinched her face and comforted her: "No, bad handwriting is usually hereditary."

"real?"

"Um."

It has to be said that in some respects, Young Master Bai immediately revealed the truth.

The little bald head finally finished writing today's diary, closed the notebook, and said, "I'm going to clean up for nothing."