The entire Ye family hall was filled with the serious atmosphere, as if a joint trial was being held!

"Ye Mingchen, I'm asking you where you took your sister. You're back so late. Don't you know how worried your family was?" Mother Wang Yitong said sternly.

"I'm sorry, Mother, it's my fault. I asked my brother to take me up the mountain, and I wasn't paying attention, which made you worry." Yingbao said with red eyes, feeling very guilty.

"Mother, it's not my sister's fault! It's my fault. I... I'm older than my sister and I'm still immature. I make you worry about me and my sister every day while you're busy working. Mother, punish me if you want!" My sister is a girl, and she's so small. How could she bear the pain of a spanking? I'll do it. Anyway, I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of being beaten.

Seeing that their younger brother and sister looked remorseful, the older brothers and cousins ​​quickly pleaded for them, saying, "We didn't teach our younger brother and sister well. If you want to hit someone, hit us instead!"

You siblings are quite united, and you treat each other with brotherly love and respect.

“If you do something wrong, I won’t hit you or scold you; but we have to punish you so that you won’t forget. As the saying goes: a country has its laws, a village has its rules, and a family must also have its rules.”

Mother Wang Yitong: "Yingbao, Mingchen, you two will start memorizing poems tomorrow. Memorize ten poems. After we finish the farm work in the fields in half a month, I will test you two. Whoever makes a mistake will have to copy it ten times. Anyone have any objections?"

Just as the boy was about to speak, Yingbao grabbed him and said, "Mom, we know we were wrong, we're not upset." Seeing that the whole family's expressions had softened, Yingbao cleverly added, "Mom, we promise to finish the homework you assigned."

Auntie: "Oh! Yingbao, Mingchen, you two really scared everyone here today. When we got back, it was so late and you two still hadn't come back. Nobody knew where you were. The whole family was so worried. What would we do if something happened to you? It's not that we don't want you to go out. We know you two want to help us out, but you need to be punctual. Come home early, or at least let us know where you're going!"

"Okay, Auntie, we won't do it again. We'll definitely let you know where we're going," the two little ones solemnly promised.

Yingbao lay between her father and mother, thinking, "Why don't I tell my mother that I have a space with lots of supplies, like the four-leaf clover around my neck? Then I won't have to keep tricking my brother into going out and getting punished every time."

To be honest, I still can't figure out why the four-leaf clover necklace my grandma gave me in the 21st century is exactly the same as the family heirloom my grandpa gave me in this era. What's the connection between them?

"Little Yingbao feels like there's something she hasn't done today, but she can't remember what it is." She thought for a while but couldn't figure it out.

I thought to myself, "I'd better wash up and go to bed! I'm a baby now, my brain just can't keep up!"

In the early morning, before dawn, Dad and Mom got up to cook. They went to the kitchen to find the wild mustard greens that Yingbao and Mingchen had dug up yesterday, washed the dandelions, one to make a cold salad and stir-fry, and the other to make soup. They also took out the pickled radishes from the cellar a while ago, and made two baskets of wild vegetable buns. It was a delicious and visually appealing meal.