As soon as the ox cart arrived at the village entrance, he saw Zhou Xiaohua leading Wen Hao to look on the road.

"Xiaohua, your Dalang is back!" The carriage met a villager who was carrying firewood to the town to sell. The man turned around and shouted at Zhou Xiaohua.

Zhou Xiaohua's tears fell down, and her hands were unconsciously exerting force.

"Mom, your hands hurt." Fang Wenhao's little hand was tightly clenched by his mother. He shook his arm and wanted to pull his hand back.

Wiping away tears, Zhou Xiaohua cried and laughed, she pushed her son, "Wenhao, hurry up, your father is back, your father is really okay, wuwuwu"

"Dad!" Wen Hao, a child who grew up to four years old, had never been separated from his father for so long. When he heard his mother's words, he ran towards the ox cart.

I ran too fast, and I wore a lot in winter and the road was not smooth. Halfway through the run, the child mixed his left foot with his right foot, and with a thud, he fell and ate his shit.

The pain was secondly, mainly because of grievances. He hadn't seen his father and uncle for a whole day, so the child just lay down and cried while calling him dad.

The three people on the ox cart heard the child's crying, and Fang Dalang was anxious to support his body with both hands and was about to get up.

"Brother, lie down, I'll go and take a look." Fang Zheng pressed Fang Dalang's shoulder.

As he said that, he stopped the ox cart. Fang Zheng glanced at Feng Qing and said softly: "Come down, I'm in the village. Today I will meet the villagers. I happen to take you to recognize him."

This was exactly what Feng Qing wanted, and she and Fang Zheng got off the carriage one after another.

On the other side, Zhou Xiaohua coaxed Fang Wenhao while looking at the ox cart anxiously. She wanted to see how her Dalang was doing.

Yesterday, I heard Uncle Lu say that Dalang is fine, but she didn't watch it with her own eyes, but she still couldn't feel at ease.

"Sister-in-law, go and see your brother. I'll take Wenhao back." Fang Zheng was about to come to the front and he said to Zhou Xiaohua.

"Oh, okay." Usually, except Fang Zheng, the men at home are not at home, and Wen Hao likes to follow Fang Zheng's butt and listens to Fang Zheng's words the most.

"Get up." There were three steps away. Fang Zheng stopped and looked at Fang Wenhao who was crying on the ground indifferently.

"Wow" Fang Wenhao cried and burst into tears, and it was so pitiful.

As a new member of the family, Feng Qing felt that she should have expressed something. She secretly pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve and whispered: "Why should I go and help me up?"

Fang Zheng shook his head.

"Fang Wenhao, see what this is?" Fang Zheng slowly shook the oil paper bag in his hand.

"What?" The child was crying vigorously. He looked up and before he could speak, a snot bubble burst out from his nose.

Cough cough

Feng Qing laughed. Although she had seen her for the first time, she felt that she liked this child.

Fang Zheng was covered in black lines and said angrily: "Get up."

Fang Wenhao kept lying on the ground, considering whether to be obedient.

"If you can't afford it, this whole pack of snacks is elegant, just smell it." Fang Zheng winked at Feng Qing and took the lead.

There are a set of skills to raise and teach children. Feng Qing doesn't understand it very well. Since Fang Zheng doesn't let her help, it's not easy for her to go against the words of other people's uncle.

But I was very sad, and Feng Qing chuckled and said, "This is the best snack in the town. It smells fragrant and tastes delicious, with lots of sugar and soft."

Fang Wenhao's eyes widened, he wiped his nose with his sleeve, got up and ran towards Fang Zheng.

"Uncle, I won't cry anymore, give me a piece of food."

Seeing that his little claws were about to touch his clothes, Fang Zheng raised his voice a little, "Stand and don't move."

With one sentence, one instruction, the child is determined to be in place.

"Call me, Auntie." Fang Zheng pointed at Feng Qing, "This snack was bought by your Auntie."

"Auntie!" Fang Wenhao's voice was loud and crisp, and his big eyes wandered around Fang Zheng and Feng Qing twice, and then said, "Auntie, you are so beautiful, just as beautiful as your uncle."

Feng Qing felt a softness in her heart. She reached out and rubbed Fang Wenhao's not-to-order hair.

Fang Zheng snorted lightly, but did not correct Fang Wenhao.

I opened the paper bag and twisted a piece of red bean cake for Fang Wenhao, "Go, if someone asks, I will say it was bought by your aunt."

Four-year-old children occasionally speak amazingly, but most of the time, they still need adults to teach them to speak.

Fang Wenhao grew up so old and ate it once when he was only two years old. He forgot about it. He carefully held the red bean cake and licked it first. He felt that the taste was really soft and sweet like what my aunt said. He walked up to Feng Qing carefully and was rarely shy, "Auntie, it tastes delicious."

After saying that, he ran away.

Major events have happened to the Fang family in the past two days, and the villagers of Dongliu Village all paid attention to the movements of the Fang family intentionally or unintentionally.

As soon as the two entered the village, Feng Qing's attention was attracted by the two little girls on the roadside.
Chapter completed!