Tang Zhinian doesn't speak any more. He just accompanies his daughter to eat, while Tang Yuxin is sitting alone. She fills her mouth with rice spoon by spoon. She has never seen rice sprinkled. The family's rice is nothing more than noodles and steamed bread. She never says what to eat? Before she was three years old, she was very picky. She liked to go to small shops and ask for food. But after she was three years old, she seemed to grow up. Suddenly, she was so sensible. She seemed to know that the conditions at home were not good. Even her favorite small shop was not seen now.

"Brother, I finished eating," Tang Zhijun put down the bowl, also wiped his mouth, "I went to the field first, turned out the ground, and planted it earlier."

"Yes, you can go," said Tang Zhinian, cleaning up his rice bowl on the table. When the children were settled, he went too. The two brothers were not separated from each other, and the land was all together. They had no woman at home, which was no different from other villagers. They were busy in the land every day, and almost had no leisure time.

Most people in the village live like this.

Tang Zhinian washes the bowl, and then takes Tang Yuxin to Chen Zhong's place. This is to go to the field. The two brothers planted the vegetables earlier, so that they can wait for the seeds to go down to the field, and they are no longer so busy.

Tang Yuxin has been used to it for a long time here in Chenzhong. She is different from the children in the village. The children in the village climb and roll in the mud, but she is just like the lady of a big family. Compared with the mud monkey in the village, she is too clean.

Therefore, Tang Yu's heart has become someone else's child. At least, in the eyes of the villagers, Tang Yu doesn't have to wash his clothes every day, and there is no case of Tang Zhinian beating his child because his child is not good.

Tang Yu's heart is so good that his heart and liver ache.

She is now learning to write with Sun Zhong. She has been writing with a brush since she started. Although she has small arms and hands, after several months of hard work, her little seedling has been almost destroyed and has achieved initial results.

Half a year later, when she grew up, Chen Zhong began to let her practice walking needles. At first, he wrapped cotton in cloth and asked her to prick it into cloth. Every time Tang Zhinian saw her, he felt nervous. He really wanted to put his daughter back. It was a needle. Let such a little older child take the needle. What if he pricked himself?

He had been anxious for more than half a month, and his mouth was bubbling. However, in the end, he found that Tang Yuxin didn't seem to be afraid of needles, and every day he took a cotton ball and pricked it up and down. He didn't see her prick her once.

"It's a big fuss," Chen Zhong turned over Tang Zhinian. "You're a fool yourself. Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"

The thunder was chopped. It really hurt.

Tang Yuxin's initial needling technique and strength are all small, but according to Sun Zhong, the needling person should start to practice from an early age, and the needling practice is like a part of his body, so when he really uses the needle, he can get it by hand. He said that his first needling technique started at the age of Tang Yuxin, but, Tang Yu's heart is much quieter than he was at that time.

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