Chapter 448 Interesting Things About Raising Children (2)

Her father was kind to her, she remembered.

It's a pity that the father is not here...

Looking at the ball in my brother's hand again, he actually played with her ball!

Xiaohua's stomach burst from laughing, she covered her mouth and dared not laugh out loud.

Seeing her daughter lying on her stomach like her son, rubbing her little hands and belly forward vigorously, the arc of her mouth is getting bigger and bigger, saying that it is impossible for children not to crawl, and they still need to exercise.

Yiyi quickly crawled to her brother's side, trying to change her position to sit up, and at the same time tugged Xie'er's hand, asking him to give the ball to her. Both sides wanted to take care of it, people didn't sit up, and they didn't get the ball. Maybe she used too much force, Xie'er was pulled directly to the side by her, and the ball in her hand rolled away again.

Now Yiyi quit, and just lay there crying.

That sad ah, the voice almost broke the roof, but only thunder but no rain.

Ding Xiang stood outside the door and watched, but did not dare to come in. Seeing the little lady lying there in a state of embarrassment, no one cares, her eyes are red with distress.

Yiyi cried several times, but no one paid attention to her. She whimpered and said a few more words before turning around and continuing to look for the ball.

Finally got the ball in her hands, Yiyi sighed in relief, and started playing happily.

There was a sound of greetings outside the door, and King Jing walked in.

"Is Yiyi crying?"

King Jing heard his daughter crying when he was on the porch. Standing outside the window and looking inside, he saw Xiao Hua'er bullying her daughter and the little man crawling around looking for a ball.

"Train her to crawl, lest she stay still."

Yiyi turned her head and saw that her father was coming, she stretched out her little hand, and King Jing walked over to pick up her daughter. Then the little guy started to complain, pointing at the ball in his hand, pointing at his brother and pointing at his mother, talking ahhh.

"Our daughter is smart." King Jing said.

"Yeah, you can sue at a young age." Xiaohua looked at her daughter who sued her with a half-smile.

Just as she was talking, Xie'er came over and rubbed against her mother's leg. Xiao Hua dropped the book in her hand and hugged him up.

"Our son is also smart, better than my sister, right?"

Xi'er rolled in her mother's arms, showing a shy smile to Xiaohua.

Chunxiang's home is in Jingzhou, and she can go home every year.

The time was not long, depending on the distance, Chunxiang had a seven-day vacation this time.

Chunxiang went out from Tiren Gate, and after checking the baggage she was carrying, she went to a nearby hut to have an old palace official stare at her and changed her clothes. The standard clothes of King Jing's Mansion are not allowed to be taken out, including nothing is allowed to be brought out of the mansion, only silver or things rewarded by the master.

Chunxiang's monthly money is two taels of silver a month, and after two years of saving, there are dozens of taels. The money brought out will be calculated according to the record of the last time you went out and the time left, and it cannot exceed the monthly money you should have. Someone must prove that the excess is indeed rewarded by the master, which is extremely strict.

After stepping out of Tiren Gate, Chunxiang touched his chest, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is no need to change the underwear, otherwise there is really nowhere to hide this thing. Chunxiang didn't dare to delay, and soon found a carriage and horse dealer and hired a mule cart to ride on it.

The mule cart drove out of the city, circled around, returned to the city, and stopped at a bakery.

"Uncle, wait for a while, and suddenly remembered that my younger brother likes to eat the same pastry here, I will come out after buying some."

"Don't worry, girl."

Chunxiang walked in, and there was only one shopkeeper who looked like a shopkeeper sitting behind the counter.

"Boss, give me a bag of peach kernel crisps, the skin should be soft."