Chapter 16(Chapter 16 (Three in One)...)

The father and son spent ten minutes in the supply and marketing cooperative, and half an hour outside to pick a basin.

There was no other way. They really couldn't bear to buy an iron basin (mainly because they were afraid of being scolded), so they thought about buying a wooden basin. The wooden basin was big and cheap, and they could use it to wash clothes and vegetables.

As long as the new basin bought without the consent of the family was good and the utilization rate was sufficient, the father and son were unlikely to be scolded.

Of course, they would not be scolded, but they would still be criticized.

This kind of wooden basin that requires traditional skills cannot be bought in the public. Song's father took Song Yao to choose from the roadside stalls, asked the price one by one, and compared them one by one.

Everyone set up stalls on the same street. Today was a small market, and there were still many people on the street, but Song's father stood out and attracted the attention of many vendors.

After all, everyone compared prices from three stores, but he compared prices thirty times.

They watched Song's father ask questions at each wooden stall, from beginning to end, from end to beginning, and then from beginning to end again.

The key is that he asked very detailed questions, such as "What kind of wood is your basin made of?" "Let me see how heavy it is." "It feels smooth to the touch, is it tight?"

Anyway, every time he walked again, he could ask different questions.

Someone was tired of being asked and asked him: "How many times have you walked this street? Aren't you tired?"

Song's father deliberately raised his voice:

"It's rare to buy something, so of course I have to buy the best. I will use it for many years in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the vendors selling wooden basins, wooden bowls and wooden chopsticks became excited.

The title of "best" is still quite attractive.

Especially since there are so many people listening here, if their basins are selected, it is also a kind of affirmation.

When Song's father came to ask again, they didn't find him annoying, but tried their best to recommend how good their own basins are.

Song Yao, who was held by his father's hand, took everything in and looked thoughtful.

When he couldn't walk and was picked up by his father, he whispered to Song's father and asked:

"Dad, how do you know so much about wooden basins?"

Although Grandpa Song could make some things with bamboo, woodworking is generally passed down from generation to generation. It is difficult to learn without someone to teach. Grandpa Song could only make tables and chairs by himself at most, but not wooden basins.

Song's father also quietly answered his son: "Just ask whatever you see. It doesn't hurt to ask more anyway."

He always buys things this way, and he hasn't made a mistake yet.

Song Yao suddenly realized: "Everyone is so enthusiastic about us now, Dad, you are really amazing."

Song's father was proud: "Just wait and see, Dad has something even better."

After choosing for half an hour, he finally stopped in front of a stall after attracting everyone's attention.

The stall owner didn't expect that he would choose him. He was overjoyed for a while and looked at other wooden stalls with a little pride.

"Comrade, which pot do you want?"

Song's father squatted down: "No hurry, let's talk about the price."

Stall owner: "..."

Song's father put on his righteous face and calculated it for him with reason and evidence:

"I have observed your pots. They are indeed well-made. I really want to buy them, but the price is much higher than the second one in the east."

The stall owner immediately entered the battle mode: "Comrade, you also said that my pots are well-made, and it is reasonable to have a higher price."

Song's father said steadily: "Of course it is reasonable for you to be a little higher. I think it is worth the price, but it is really too high.

In fact, if you reduce it to the price I said, I believe that not only I will buy it, but other comrades will also want to buy it."

After that, he turned around and said to the customer who was looking at the pot next to him in a very familiar way:

"Right, comrade, if he reduces the price to this price, you will also buy it, right?"

This customer didn't know much about buying pots, but she could see that Song's father was very picky.

The wooden basin he liked was definitely good, and now the other party was blocking the way and lowering the price, so she was of course happy to see it happen.

Since we are buying a pot anyway, it would save a lot of effort to buy one that has been carefully selected:

"If this pot is really as good as you say, then it will definitely be good."

Song's father held his son and assured him confidently:

"I walked around this street seven or eight times and asked every store. How could it be bad? You can't go wrong buying from him. He makes pots very carefully. If you don't believe me, ask him."

As he said that, he looked at the vendor who didn't react at all:

"What are you standing there for? Tell him how you made this pot."

Vendor: "... This, this is not made by me, but by my father."

Song's father: "Then tell me how good your father made it. Oh, how can you be so honest and not even know how to attract customers? I feel anxious for you when I see you."

Seeing that Song's father looked like he was eager to attract customers for him, the vendor was a little at a loss and a little moved, and quickly stammered:

"Well, my father always takes a long time to choose wood..."

Father Song: "That's not what we're talking about. Forget it. I'll teach you. Come on, come on, look..."

He picked up a basin and started: "First, let's touch the inside. Is it slippery? That means it's easy to wash. Then touch the outside. Do you see these lines? This will make it easier to hold.

Then look at the sun. No light can get through. So you don't have to worry about water leaks. Also, do you know why I chose yours instead of others?

Because the edges of yours are made very carefully, you can hold them with your hands directly, and you don't have to worry about slipping. And, and..."

He couldn't stop talking, and the vendors and customers were stunned. Even other people who wanted to buy wooden basins for their homes squeezed over and listened with relish.

Song Yao hugged his father's neck and also found advantages:

"Also, this basin is very beautiful. If you buy it home to wash clothes, you will definitely be proud."

Song's father nodded in praise: "That's right. Although we ordinary people don't care about this, we will buy beautiful ones if we can. It will make you feel good when you see it at home."

The vendors were stunned. He sold it at a high price because he saw how much effort his father spent on making these wooden basins. He didn't expect that his family's basins had so many advantages.

But, but his family's basins are so good, why didn't he sell any of them?

Father Song seemed to know what he was thinking, and spoke the next second:

"The only disadvantage is that it is too expensive. Buying a basin from you is enough to buy one and a half from other places."

The vendor felt that what he said made sense, but also felt a little unwilling:

"The quality of my wooden basin is better than theirs. I have compared them."

"I didn't say that the quality of your basin is not good. No matter how good your basin is, you have to consider whether everyone can afford it. We are all ordinary people. Who spends so much money on basins?"

Someone next to him immediately joined in: "Yes, yes, everyone can save every penny, yours is too expensive."

Song's father struck while the iron was hot: "The price I just told you is just right, expensive, but not too expensive, everyone can afford it. Otherwise, no matter how high the price is, if no one buys it, you will not make any money."

The vendor was shocked: "How do you know no one will buy it?"

Song's father couldn't believe why he asked such a simple question:

"Of course, if you have money, you will buy an iron basin. Those who buy a wooden basin must be poor."

"Look at the people around you, do you think they are willing to spend so much money to buy a wooden basin?"

Song Yao immediately raised his face proudly: "Our family is poor!"

Stall owner: ... We are poor, so why are you so proud?

But look at the other people who come to the small market, most of them are dressed simply and in a hurry... They really don't look like people who are willing to spend more than double the price to buy a wooden basin.

His persistence is already shaky.

Father Song enthusiastically gave him advice: "Listen to me, lower the price. Once you lower the price, I guarantee that there will be a lot of people buying it. It's better than not making a penny."

The stall owner was urged by him and thought more and more that what he said made sense.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Sell it at the price you said!"

As soon as he said it, Father Song, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately took out the money and handed it over, and then quickly picked up a pot that he had long been eyeing:

"It's a deal, here, give you the money, I want this pot."

Even though he felt that the other party was right, Father Song's quick and urgent attitude still made the stall owner a little uneasy: "Why are you so anxious?"

Father Song said confidently: "I'm afraid you will regret it. Who knows if you will regret it tomorrow and change the price back."

Song Yao also slid down from his father and nodded his head in agreement:

"That's right, so we have to buy it as soon as possible. We have handed over the money and the pot at the same time. It's useless for you to regret it."

Stall owner: ...

Other customers who were still waiting were reminded.

Yes, the stall owner has been told to lower the price, who knows if he will regret it later.

Although he doesn’t know much about pots, this pot looks really good, and the price has just been reduced from a high price. Now there is an additional possibility that “the other party may regret and raise the price back”, so those who originally planned to buy wooden pots immediately stepped forward to pay.

Even those who originally did not plan to buy began to think about whether they needed to buy another pot for their family.

Before the stall owner could come to his senses, he was surrounded by a crowd.

Although most of them were just joining in the fun, there were indeed several people who immediately paid for the pots.

As soon as the money came into his hand, he instantly became happy again.

Although the price was reduced, selling so many pots today was also a considerable extra income for the family, and his father would definitely be happy if he took them back.

After selling several pots and the crowd in front of him dispersed, he counted the money and reacted belatedly.

If the comrade had not just praised his pots for being so good and helped him set a suitable price, others would not have come to buy.

This amount of money is enough for his mother to take medicine for a long time.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel a little regretful.

If he had known that the other party had helped so much, he should not have asked for money just now... No, he still had to ask for money, but the price should be cheaper.

Song Yao and his father, who had already walked out of the county town, had no idea that they had received the gratitude of the stall owner. They were happily taking turns to admire the basin.

Things bought at a bargained price were fragrant, and the two of them found it beautiful no matter how they looked at it.

Song Yao stretched out his little hand to touch the wooden basin again and again before reluctantly letting it go. He finally understood why his father would buy collective utensils every time in the village.

Because his father was really good at bargaining!

Song Yao was not stingy with his praise:

"Dad, you are really amazing. I want to be as amazing as you when I grow up."

Song's father also accepted his son's praise without any modesty, and said proudly:

"You can do it. You are your mother's son. She is smarter than me."

Song Yao also nodded: "Mom is very smart."

The child counted his mother's advantages on his fingers: "She can teach, fight, and make delicious chili sauce."

Song's father agreed: "Yes, when your mother was in Xiaoshu Village, she made chili sauce every year at this time. At that time, I stayed in Xiaoshu Village to eat the chili sauce she made.

Your great grandmother Grandma also liked me, so she let me live there for a long time. Your mother and I have a good relationship, so I have chili sauce to eat every day. "

Song's father began to swallow his saliva as he spoke: "Now that I think about it, I really miss chili sauce... No, it's your mother."

Song Yao also swallowed his saliva: "I miss my mother too. I haven't visited her for a long time."

Song's father immediately suggested: "Your little father likes to eat fish, why don't we send him fish tomorrow?"

Song Yao's eyes sparkled with excitement: "Okay, okay, chili fish head is also delicious, little father likes it the most."

The father and son hit it off immediately, and they were very happy when they thought they would be able to eat chili sauce tomorrow.

Father Song started to think: "Send them some honey too. Your brothers also like to eat sweet things. When you go there tomorrow, ask them to take you to catch scorpions. It will be fun."

Song Yao was very happy and nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I will definitely catch a lot of scorpions!"

Father Song nodded and thought, catch them, it's time to make scorpion wine at home, so he doesn't have to go to catch them.

Of course, he didn't just think about food, he also thought about other things.

"Little one, you said I should go to your little father and ask him about the situation in other counties. If it's good, I will try to sell our honey."

Although Song Yao's stepfather also farmed, the mountains behind their Liuye Village were very deep, so there were also strong men in the village who occasionally hunted, and he was one of them.

And he was the kind with very good hunting skills.

Every winter, Song Yao could eat rabbit meat sent from there, and pheasants in other seasons.

When there are too many prey to eat in the county, he will send them to other counties to sell. Sometimes he has to go to several counties to sell all the prey in his hands.

Originally, Song's father planned to deliver honey after a few days when there was nothing to do in the fields. Otherwise, he would be too idle and busy over there. Wouldn't his wish to have a drink with Song Yaohou's father be unfulfilled?

But because he made his first pot of gold today, Song's father was really itching.

Their county is relatively poor, and most people are just barely enough to make ends meet. Those who are willing to spend money to buy honey can definitely be counted on one hand.

It's no problem to collect honey and sell it now, but doesn't Song's father want to raise bees?

He always has to see if there is a place to sell honey if he really raises bees.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of time if no one buys the honey after working hard for a long time.

So he wanted to ask around, so that he could have a rough idea in his heart.

Song Yao thought about it and thought it was okay: "I think this is a good idea. There are so many people in this world, and there will always be people who eat honey."

If they raise honey and can't sell it in their own county, they can go to other counties to sell it.

He said to Song's father confidently:

"Dad, we have 20 billion people in Zhongzhou! Selling some honey is not a big deal!"

005 reminded him: [Host, 20 billion population is the data when the country was founded 4,000 years ago. ]

Song Yao: [Huh, is that so? 】

Song's father also found that the number was wrong: "No way? The last time I heard your uncle Shun talk about the population, it didn't seem to be so many."

Song Yao felt guilty: "I said too much, I just rounded it off. Anyway, there are a lot of people in Zhongzhou. With so many people, our honey will definitely not be a problem to sell."

Song's father touched his son's head:

"You are still young. Look how long it takes us to get from the village to the county. It's just a dream to go across the country.

I don't expect to sell to people all over the country. I just want to sell to the surrounding counties."

Song Yao pouted. He felt that he was right. The spacecraft can reach a place in a flash.

According to the spacecraft flight speed he learned, a small spacecraft can fly from their village to the county in less than a minute.

Wait.

The child was full of motivation and thought, I must make a spaceship.

So he briefly got excited again and started to recite what he had learned in the morning while walking.

005 didn't understand why the host got excited before it gave him some spiritual chicken soup this time, but it didn't stop it from happily reciting beside him:

[Learning degree plus five. ]

[Learning degree plus three. ]

Song Yao learned really fast when he was serious, especially this time Song's father was busy thinking about selling honey and didn't talk to him. He couldn't help but immerse himself in learning without being disturbed.

Both father and son walked forward silently with a serious look on their faces.

They walked through the woods, the mounds, the crossroads, and the river.

005, who was happily watching his learning degree rise at a rapid speed: [……]

It couldn't help but: [Host, aren't you going to take the fish? ]

Song Yao, who was seriously calculating in his mind, heard the keyword "fish" and immediately got out of the learning state.

"What fish? Where is the fish? Is it delicious?"

Song's father beside him heard it and was also shocked: "Fish? Where is the fish? I want to eat it too."

Both father and son were a little confused. They looked at each other, looked at their father (son), and then looked at the river behind them, and finally reacted.

By the way, their fish is still hidden behind.

Both of them were regretful.

Unbelievable.

How could they forget the big fat fish.

Running to the top of the river, Song Yao was worried after realizing it:

"Dad, our fish won't be taken away by someone, right?"

Song's father was very confident: "Absolutely not, there is no one here, and even if there is, we hide it so tightly, they will only see a piece of grass, not the fish."

Before they left, they arranged it according to the surrounding environment.

It is guaranteed that even if you see it up close, you can't see that there is a pit below, let alone standing on it and looking down.

He said proudly:

"I have always been good at hiding things. As long as it is something I hide, I guarantee that no one can find it!"

Song Yao also nodded proudly: "Me too! No one can find what I hide!"

The father and son looked at each other, and their hearts were instantly filled with a sense of security.

It was already good enough for them to hide things alone, and the two of them were a perfect match, hiding it perfectly.

Song Yao was full of confidence: "Then let's get the fish out quickly."

Song's father also laughed: "Okay!"

The father and son smiled at the corners of their lips and took a step forward happily.

Then they stared at the identical grass in front of them, and their smiles gradually froze.

Father Song turned back uncertainly: "Is the pit we dug under the tree on the left?"

Song Yao: "...I remember it seems to be the tree on the right...It looks a bit like..."

The two looked at each other again: "..."

Father Song: "You don't remember it either?"

Song Yao felt guilty. His memory was actually very good, provided that he wanted to remember, but wasn't he busy looking at the fish at the time?

"I was only looking at those fish at the time."

Father Song: "...Me too."

When the two of them think about it now, they can clearly remember the appearance of each fish.

Which part of the fish has no scales, which fish is fatter, and which fish looks good, they all remember it clearly.

...But I don't remember where I hid them.

There is no way, the father and son can only look for them one by one.

But their ability to hide things is really too strong, and they can't see anything wrong from a distance or close up.

No matter which area they go to, it's just an ordinary piece of grass, and there is not a trace of it.

Song Yao was now completely convinced that no one would take their fish away.

——Because even they themselves could not find where the fish was hidden.

The two struggled to find their way through the grass that was as deep as their calves for more than 20 minutes, which was even more tiring than walking for an hour.

Song Yao sat down tiredly on the ground, and suddenly saw a bright color in his eyes. After looking at it for a few seconds, he suddenly jumped up:

"I remember it!!"

Song's father, who was also exhausted, immediately cheered up: "Do you remember where the pit we dug is?"

"No!" Song Yao said excitedly: "I remember where I planted the poisonous mushrooms!"

Song's father: "?"

The child saw that his father did not understand what he meant, and hurried to pull him:

"Dad, have you forgotten? The poisonous mushrooms are not far from the pit. We just need to look for them nearby."

Song's father's eyes lit up: "Yes, you are still smart, my youngest."

Seeing the hope of finding the fish, he temporarily forgot his fatigue and excitedly followed Song Yao all the way to a group of poisonous mushrooms.

"It's right here!"

Seeing that a poisonous mushroom was not buried very deep, Song Yao squatted down to help it pat the soil around it to make it firm.

Dad Song didn't understand his son's behavior at all.

Song Yao stood up contentedly. He thought these mushrooms were so beautiful and eye-catching. Even if they couldn't be eaten, it would be good to look at them.

After dividing a range, the two continued to look for them.

Song's father had a reason: "In order to save time, let's first determine where the pit might be."

Song Yao agreed.

The two walked forward together.

"This one looks very empty, there must be a pit inside."

"The grass here grows so unnaturally, it must be here."

"Hey, there is soil around, it must be here."

They guessed many times with full confidence.

Then they found out that they guessed wrong with a confused look on their faces.

After several times, Song Yao was very tired again. He looked around and chose a place to sit down.

As soon as he pushed his hand down, he was shocked.

There was water here!

The child suddenly became excited, as if he had discovered a mountain of gold instead of a puddle:

"Dad!! Here! Here!"

Song's father hurried over and was also happy when he saw it: "You kids have good eyesight."

Song Yao was guilty and didn't say anything.

The reason he chose to sit here just now was that he felt that the soil here was very solid and didn't look like there was a pit.

Song's father didn't pay attention to his son, and reached out to push away the grass on this position.

He pushed one layer.

Another layer.

Another layer.

Song's father: "...Have we done so much to cover it up?"

Will the fish suffocate to death?

Song Yao immediately said that he would not: "I left them some gaps. Although it looks a lot, it is guaranteed not to affect ventilation."

He also thoughtfully added a lot of small stones to the pit. Although the surface here is moist and the water is unlikely to dry up, what if it happens?

Song Yao, who is very eager to play in the water, has a lot of theoretical experience.

After layer after layer, the puddle hidden underneath finally appeared, and there were a few fish that could be vaguely seen in it.

Song's father and Song Yao both breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they sat down and began to rest.

This search for the things they hid was actually more tiring than hiding things.

Fortunately, it was still very comfortable to take a break when they were tired.

Song Yao leaned on his father, listened to the birds and insects around him, and slowly relaxed.

"Dad, the birds are singing so beautifully."

Song's father squinted slightly in comfort: "Yes, it's so beautiful."

Song Yao: "The clouds in the sky are so beautiful."

Song's father was drowsy: "Yes, it's so beautiful."

Song Yao: "The sunset is also beautiful."

Song's father yawned: "Yes, it's so beautiful... sunset???"

He suddenly became energetic, opened his eyes and looked at the horizon with a confused look on his face.

In the distance, the sun's halo, which was already at the end of the get off work period, had weakened, and was still some distance away from the top of the mountain.

Song's father: ! ! !

He jumped up on the spot.

"Hurry up, hurry up, catch the fish, we have to go home."

The child who stayed outside until sunset for the first time looked confused.

"What's wrong, Dad? Why are you in such a hurry?"

He calculated and said, "It will definitely not get dark before we walk back."

So they don't have to be so anxious.

Song's father took a basin to get water: "It will definitely not get dark, but your grandparents will definitely wait anxiously. Tell me, will I be punished or will we both be punished together?"

Song Yao opened his eyes suddenly, it must be them together.

Although his grandparents usually love him, if the two of them make a mistake together, they will definitely not punish him just because he is young.

This time they were just going to the county, and they should go back after lunch at the latest.

But they fished and hid the fish on the way, and then spent so much time buying basins in the county.

Just after leaving the county, they found a place to sit and eat bamboo rice. On the way back, both father and son were daydreaming, and one walked slower than the other.

After finally reaching the river, they couldn't find the pit they dug. They looked for it and rested, and before they knew it, they had reached this point.

It sounds like there is a reason, but grandpa and grandma have waited for them for so long and they won't listen to these reasons.

Song Yao jumped up and quickly caught the fish and put it in the basin.

After putting the fish, they didn't walk leisurely like before, but tried to hurry home.

But even though the big and small were trying hard to hurry, when they arrived at the village, the sky was still dark.

It wasn't so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you, but it was true that the surroundings gradually began to get a little dark.

And in such a dark, a small lamp was burning at the entrance of the village.

The warm and bright lights fluttered in the wind, as if waiting for the wanderer to return home. If someone else came back after dark and saw a light waiting for him, he would be very moved.

But after Song Yao and Song's father saw that it was Grandma Song holding the light, there were only three words left in their hearts:

Finished!!!

Ten minutes later, Song Yao and his father followed Grandma Song into the house with their necks shrunk.

In the yard, Grandpa Song sat on a stool with a slash of sword, holding a thin stick that was neither too long nor too short, and it was very suitable for beating people.

Song Yao's father: "..."

Song's father swallowed his saliva and put the wooden basin on the ground as soon as he entered.

He smiled at his parents flatteringly: "Dad, Mom, my son and I caught several fish, all of them are quite fat."

Song Yao also nodded quickly: "Yes, Grandpa and Grandma, we will have fish to eat tomorrow."

Grandma Song was not fooled by them, but glanced at the basin of fish on the ground: "Where did the basin come from?"

Song's father's voice dropped eight degrees: "Bought..."

Grandma Song snorted: "Bought a wooden basin, did you think that if you didn't buy an iron basin and you brought back a few fish, I wouldn't say anything?"

Song's father was completely guessed: "..."

Grandma Song looked at Song Yao again: "What about you, what did you do today?"

Song Yao lowered his head honestly: "Watching Dad fishing, eating fruits, picking mushrooms and growing mushrooms..."

After telling Grandma Song what he did today, he didn't dare to plead with Grandma Song, and looked up at Grandpa Song carefully: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song, who was posing, felt sorry for his son and grandson: "...Ahem, this..."

Grandma Song looked back at her husband.

It was dark, and Grandpa Song didn't see her expression clearly, but that didn't stop him from changing his words immediately: "This... You must be punished if you make a mistake."

Song Yao's little face immediately turned bitter, and he glanced at the stick in his grandfather's hand.

The kerosene lamp was right in front of them. Grandma Song saw her grandson's little action, but she didn't think of ignoring it.

Going out to play when doing things is one thing, and coming back at night is another.

It was late at night, and they didn't bring a lamp. If they didn't come back when it got darker, it was not impossible for them to fall into the ditch.

Although there were no wild beasts in their Dashu Village, who could guarantee that there were no wild beasts in other mountains.

Didn't a village have its crops destroyed by wild boars a while ago?

An adult (still unreliable) took a child to the county town, and they didn't come back so late. Grandpa and Grandma Song were very safe because they didn't go out to look for them.

Grandma Song made up his mind to remember this lesson, and his face was cold: "The hands are stretched out." Song Yao pouted his mouth at a time, but he couldn't dare to disobedience. He could only reach out with his hand carefully and flattened his palms. At that time, he had a sweet little mouth at that time. Even the strictest grandmother Song hurt him even when he grew up. He was beaten, and he was afraid of it. Grandma Song: "Song Youcai, ten hits, Song Yao, five hits."

Grandpa Song looked at his son and grandson (especially his grandson who looked at him pitifully), and couldn't bring himself to do it, so he stuffed the stick into his wife's hand: "You do it."

Grandma Song stuffed it back with a cold face: "You do it."

If he couldn't do it, could she do it?

Grandpa Song: "..."

He finally took the stick.

There was no way, because he was the pillar of the family.

First he walked up to his son, took a look at his son who was strong, tall, and strong, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so strong, he could definitely take a beating.

So he waved his hand and hit him cleanly.

Dad Song screamed: "Ah!"

Grandma Song felt a little distressed when she heard it.

So in order to not feel distressed, she said coldly: "Don't make any sound."

Dad Song: ...Aren't you allowed to scream when you're beaten?

He could only be pitiful and silent as he was beaten. After that, he quickly put his hand to his mouth and blew it carefully.

He was pitiful, and Song Yao was even more pitiful than him: "Grandpa, my left hand was stung by a bee and it's still swollen."

Grandpa Song looked at his fair and tender grandson and couldn't do it: "In this case, it counts as..."

Grandma Song: "Beat the right hand."

Song Yao: "..."

Grandpa Song: "..."

The child trembled and stretched out his right hand.

He took a deep breath.

He took another deep breath.

He breathed several times but didn't feel any pain, so he opened his eyes carefully again.

Then he saw Grandpa Song taking a deep breath.

Song Yao: ...

Grandma Song behind: "Why are you standing there? Beat him."

Grandpa Song slowly raised the stick and brought it down.

Song Yao: "Ah!"

He was stunned after shouting.

Eh, it doesn't hurt.

Grandma Song also heard the shout, and her heart trembled.

Since her grandson was born, he has never been beaten so severely.

She really couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she just walked out.

"I'll go to the toilet and continue beating him. I have to finish it before I come back."

Dad Song stretched his neck and saw that she really left, so he whispered to Grandpa Song: "Dad, be gentle, my little boy's hands are tender."

Grandpa Song: You needn't say that, you little brat.

He raised the stick high again and brought it down gently.

Dad Song tried to watch from the side, fearing that Grandma Song would come back suddenly.

In the end, Song Yao, who didn't feel any pain at all, felt ashamed: "It's not good for us to do this."

Grandma also punished them because they did something wrong.

Song Yao was very scared before the fight, but when Grandpa Song really let him go, he felt that this was wrong.

The child mustered up his courage, closed his eyes suddenly, and stretched his hand forward:

"Grandpa, hit me hard! I'm not afraid!"

Grandpa Song: "..."

You are not afraid, but I am.

But seeing Song Yao's expression of bravery, he hesitated for a moment and raised his hand.

——Snap!

Song Yao was stunned for a moment before he felt the pain spreading from the palm of his hand. He didn't have time to react before he burst into tears.

Grandma Song, who was wandering outside, slipped and hurried into the yard.

"Okay, okay, that's all for today, let's go to sleep."

Song Yao sobbed and spread his hands and went back to the house.

He felt that his hand hurt so much, more than a bee sting... No, it was still a little more painful than a bee sting.

But it also hurts so much, sob.

005 hurriedly coaxed him: [Host, learning can make people forget everything, and you won’t feel any pain when you come to study. ]

Song Yao sniffed: [Really? ]

He tentatively entered the learning system and began to study.

005 was right this time. Song Yao couldn’t help but immerse himself in the study and completely forgot that his hand was still hurting.

After studying for almost an hour, it was time to go to bed, and the child closed his eyes and went to sleep contentedly.

005 saw that he didn’t mention the pain in his hand at all, so he asked: [Host, does your hand still hurt? ]

Song Yao turned around in a daze: "Um...what hand, I’m so sleepy, don’t talk to me."

005: It seems that it doesn’t hurt anymore.

In Song’s father’s room, he tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep, his mind full of his son crying. He used to be unreliable but never considered the consequences, and he regretted it for the first time.

How could he forget that he is now a man with a son? He can’t do this again next time.

In Grandpa Song and Grandma Song’s room.

Grandma Song turned around, thinking whether she should apply some medicine to her grandson tomorrow. This was the first time he was beaten. Would it leave some psychological trauma?

He cried so loudly, would his throat be broken?

Hey, it's all Song Tianduo's fault. He beat his son hard, but why did he beat the youngest child so hard?

She just let him beat her, but didn't let him beat her hard.

Will the youngest child hide and cry secretly now?

Will he not kiss her as a grandmother in the future?

It's all Song Tianduo's fault. He always let her be the bad guy.

And her son, he is unreliable and has implicated her grandson.

It's all Song Tianduo's fault. Her son is like him. Every time the brat made a mistake, he would ask about his health and give him food and drink. Maybe that's why the brat always made mistakes.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Grandma Song sat up suddenly.

Grandpa Song, who was also asleep, knew her very well and knew that she was worried about her grandson, so he immediately said:

"They haven't eaten anything since they came back, so let's get them some food and send it over? How about some hot vegetable soup?"

He felt that he was really considerate, and his wife would definitely praise him for being thoughtful.

Grandma Song did think it was a good idea.

But that didn't stop her from scolding her husband:

"You're the reason they're so naughty. If he didn't know you were backing them up, would Song Youcai dare not come back with his youngest son?"

"What the ancients said about having many spoiled children is true. It turns out that experience comes from the predecessors."

She couldn't quite remember what that sentence was.

But it didn't stop her from making up one:

"A loving father has many spoiled children, that's you!"