A five-year-old child would not be as eloquent as her in the 1960s, and a ten-year-old boy would not reach Tao Yi's level.

But when they were talking together, Zhuo Lin felt Tao Yi’s extraordinaryness, but Tao Yi didn’t think there was anything wrong with her.

Even after she complained, she still shared the same hatred for the enemy: "What do they care about you? Just be yourself well? If you want me, don't you have to play with them, it will simply lower your IQ. A group of young P children who haven't grown up don't think about how to change their destiny by relying on knowledge, they all think about useless things."

Damn, do you dislike yourself for not being suspicious of me or not? The more she listens to this, the more she feels something is wrong.

She felt that her guess was correct at all. Tao Yi had a problem. Not only did he have problems, but he was still young. He just didn't know where he came from?

But she couldn't ask, she was really suffocating.

The fight between the children happened at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Tao Yi asked her to grab him with her nails. She couldn't do it if she didn't catch her. She had to do it.

After he grabbed it, he had injuries on his neck and cheeks. It happened that their family had started selling tofu these days. In order to achieve the promotional effect, they exchanged one pound of beans for two and a half pounds of tender tofu, or two pounds of old tofu. They didn’t dare to make too much at the beginning. After all, they were afraid that they would not be able to sell it. So they changed the tender and old tofu every day. For example, they made all the old tofu today and all the tender tofu tomorrow, which would save trouble.

Of course, making old and tender depends on the proportion of your tofu today. If you have too much water, it will be tender. If you have less water, it will be old. If you have too much gypsum or salt, it will be old. But no matter how you make it, the tofu will be formed first. You can't come up and cut it, and the tofu will fall apart. So don't you wait to make a joke?

Because I didn’t prepare much every day, only 10 or 20 kilograms, I could sell it out every day. Today is the fifth day, and I have added 30 kilograms.

There are a group of people before noon and a group of people before dinner. Now it is cold and you can store the tofu. If it is summer, you may make less, and at least sell it before 8 o'clock in the morning to avoid spoilage.

The more people came to their family, the darker the child, Tao Yi, sat down to a place that these people could see, and specially raised his face and gave it to him.

Then my grandmother and uncle also protect their shortcomings. We must not let others think that they were beating and scolding the children, so we would chat and talk about it, and the topic would be about the children's fights. At this time, my grandmother would say with a heartache.

"You also know that among the victims who came with Tao Yi, he stayed there. The others kept one or two meals and were driven away. So the children in the village called them beggars and were the long-term workers who were specially stayed to work in the Zhuo family. They also said that we either beat or scold the children. Do you think this is what people say?"
Chapter completed!