Chapter 218

Well, another thing was turned over. The master of Ji Feng and the master book were relieved. They couldn't help but look at man Bao curiously again.

Children who can always say something difficult to them adults are also very powerful to a certain extent.

However, man Bao was originally young, coupled with congenital deficiencies, even if he is now white and fat, but his height is very short, coupled with his fat little face, he looks very tender.

No one will blame her for her impoliteness, but think she is childish.

Looking at Bai Shanbao again, the person who knew the sharp edge smiled. He was just a seven or eight year old doll. It was too far fetched to pull things into the taboo of men and women.

But that said, after lunch, master Bai asked Fu County Magistrate and his party to go to the guest room to have a rest. After a while, he took the two children to the study to talk and decided to teach them the art of speaking.

I'm not young. I should learn this too. Otherwise, I'll always offend people when I go out. I'm afraid I don't know why I'm covered with sacks. That's too miserable.

Old Zhou tou also felt that the little girl was too talkative and wanted to talk to her. As a result, he listened to her at the door of the study for a while, and he quietly left.

He thinks that if he makes tofu at home in the future, he can't just send it to Shanbao's house next door. Master Bai's house here should also send some.

Although magistrate Fu wanted to be diligent, the environment of the Bai family was really good. In addition, he didn't have enough rest for a long time. He didn't get enough sleep. Once he had enough to eat and drink, he couldn't help falling asleep.

After a while, he fell on his couch and fell asleep.

The master book and the master were also very sleepy. They also fell asleep in their guest room.

No way, Fu County Magistrate didn't have enough rest, so did they, because Fu County Magistrate went to the countryside for inspection, and they followed him almost the whole time.

The county magistrate and the county magistrate can do other things. They stay in the city and don't come out, but the master bookkeeper and the master can't. the former is in charge of money and food, wants relief, and wants statistics, so he has to go; The latter is because the Lord has gone to the countryside. Of course, he has to follow the situation and give advice.

The three slept for a long time. Man Bao and Bai Shanbao not only listened to master Bai's temporary class on the importance of the art of speaking, but also discussed with each other. Then you and I took a soft couch and took a nap.

When he woke up, county magistrate Fu had not got up yet. As soon as man Bao's eyes turned, he immediately went to get a paper and pen to write a letter.

Maybe she had learned a lesson. She first looked around and made sure that she and Bai Shanbao were the only ones in the study. Then she said to him, "sister Fu Er is really good. I'm happy to talk to her. Alas, if I hadn't done a lot of things every time I entered the county, I really wanted to talk to her from morning to night. "

Bai Shanbao wanted to make a book friend like man Bao. She was unhappy to hear that. She hummed: "she is so much older than us. What can I say to her?"

"She knows a lot. She can understand a lot of things I say, and I can understand what she says."

"I can understand everything you say. Can't you understand what I say?"

Bai Shanbao looked at him strangely, "yes, but you have only one person. Now, with sister Fu Er, there are two people. If you can also become good friends with sister Fu Er, the three of us can play together and talk about homework."

Man Bao frowned and said, "Bai Er is too stupid to discuss his homework with him. He doesn't understand a lot. It's very boring. It's interesting to tell you and sister Fu Er."

Mr. Zhuang has always opened a small stove for the two people. The books he taught them privately are different from those of Bai er. Just before the Dragon Boat Festival, Mr. Zhuang has informed the two people that they will read the same books as Zhou Bin and others.

Such things happen from time to time, perhaps because there are not many students in the school, and Mr. Zhuang's mind is on the students all day, so he pays great attention to teaching students according to their aptitude. The process of some children is different from that of other students.

There are manbao and Bai Shanbao who have a fast process, and naturally there are Bai Erlang who is a little slower.

Zhou Bin is the eldest grandson of the village head. He entered school two years earlier than Bai Erlang. His homework process is different from theirs.

They discussed their lessons with Bai Erlang. Of course Bai Erlang couldn't keep up with them.

Although man Bao has good reasons, Bai Shanbao still feels that there is no need to have another person in their study group, and that person is still far away from the county, so everyone has to write letters for communication.

Instead of being so troublesome, it's better to find Zhou Bin to communicate with them.

Seeing that Bai Shanbao really didn't want to make a friend with Miss Fu Er, man Bao could only regret, gave up the idea of putting his letter in her letter, and then began to write to Miss Fu Er.

When magistrate Fu woke up, he washed his face and took a sip of tea. Man Bao ran to pass the letter to him, hoping that he could give it to his second daughter on behalf of her.

County Magistrate Fu curiously took a stack of letters folded into a square and asked, "why don't you seal them in an envelope?"

"The envelope is so expensive. Anyway, it's not far away and it's not delivered. Just hold it in your hand. I don't mind. Sister Fu Er doesn't mind either."

Magistrate Fu: "... Is the envelope very expensive?"

Man Bao nodded fiercely and sighed, "it's expensive. The cost of an envelope is enough for me to write letters to sister Fu Er ten times."

If she hadn't bought all her paper from the mall, she wouldn't be willing to write so often. The paper in the bookstore was too expensive.

Bai Shanbao said, "it's definitely not enough, because you write too much."

Man Bao hummed, "because I have a lot to say to her."

County Magistrate Fu especially wants to know what she has written. She can write such a thick stack. No, no, no, this is not the key. The key is that she is so young. Isn't she tired of writing so many words?

You know, his son is older than her. Asking him to write two big words every day is like killing him.

However, magistrate Fu was very disciplined in front of people. Although he wanted to see it, he still didn't read it. He put the letter away and said with a smile: "don't worry, I'll take it back for her."

In the afternoon, they mainly went to see the disaster situation in Qili Village. Although the summer sun was long, they couldn't stay too late, so county magistrate Fu cleaned up and went with everyone to see the crops in the field.

This time, not only man Bao and Bai Shanbao followed, but master Bai also brought Bai Erlang, who was hiding in the backyard to enjoy the cool.

So the three children walked with a group of adults in the sun. Bai Erlang's face was red from the sun. He couldn't help muttering to them, "why do you want me to come? I don't know how to farm."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao were wearing straw hats. Together with the adults, Bai Shanbao advised Bai Erlang, "you'd better wear a hat and be careful of heatstroke."

"No, it's ugly."