Her voice was sweet and soft, with a hint of pity and coquettishness.
Fu Ciyi frowned when he heard the voice, and his cold eyes fell on her.
I saw her palm-sized face, skin as white as snow, and watery almond eyes, as if she would burst into tears at the next moment.
Finally he said, "Let's write it five hundred times today."
The sound is clear and pleasant, like the sound of clear spring hitting rocks or pearls falling on a plate.
"Okay, I've written enough, exactly five hundred times. Please take a look!" Yan Funing smiled and handed over a few sheets of rice paper. "I'm going to sew some clothes."
Suddenly, the pain in my hand stopped.
Fu Ciyi gritted his teeth.
He was actually arranged by her.
I wanted to say that the 500 horizontal lines she wrote were useless, but I found that there were several good ones, and the more I read, the more they looked.
Forget it, he didn't bother with her.
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When it was time to make lunch, Wanniang was in a dilemma. She had taught her daughter how to cook, but since she couldn't see, she only taught her how to make soup.
While the mother and daughter were discussing what to eat for lunch, Yan Funing went to the kitchen.
When Fu Nanyao saw her coming, she pursed her lips and called out, "Sister-in-law, are you here to cook?"
It's really strange. At first, she called her sister-in-law in a crisp voice, but now she is so gentle and soft. This is the first time.
Yan Funing didn't mention this and said directly, "We don't have much food at home. We'll have two dishes for lunch: braised pork ribs and stir-fried cabbage that you had left over from yesterday."
Fu Nanyao said repeatedly: "Okay, okay."
She didn't dare to talk about the food now. If there really was nothing to eat in the future, that would be a big problem.
Wan Niang also wanted to eat the food cooked by her daughter-in-law, so she said to Fu Nan Yao, "Help your sister-in-law light the fire."
Fu Nanyao agreed and sat behind the stove.
Yan Funing deftly peeled all the remaining taro she had bought last time and chopped a few ribs.
When braising the spareribs, cut the taro into pieces diagonally and stew it together with the spareribs.
Wan Niang sat in the kitchen, smelling the fragrance of the food and chatting about Ali.
"Fu Ning, how do you handle the matter of taking in Ali?"
"Mom, he said he wanted to have a full meal and was willing to work, but that's just what he said. We have to see if he's actually willing to work."
Yan Funing flipped the spatula and stir-fried the cabbage.
Fu Nanyao interrupted, "I've seen many people in the village basking in the sun all day peeling their fingernails, and they don't do any work. And Ali's clothes are so dirty, and he doesn't even know how to wash them. He's obviously lazy."
"That's not true. What if he doesn't have any other clothes?" Yan Funing said, "But our lives are not easy either. That's the truth."
Wan Niang nodded: "Yes, in our family, only you, Fu Ning, and Ci Yi are busy. If we add someone who only eats and does not work, it will definitely not work."
Yan Funing said, "Mother is kind-hearted and wants to help, but it's better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish. Spring has arrived, and the crops in the fields need to be planted. Since Ali is from the village, he naturally has land. Teach him some planting techniques so he won't go hungry."
Fu Nanyao nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, I have difficulty walking. If he can help with the work, he can also help with farming our fields."
Wan Niang mercilessly exposed her daughter: "You are actually lazy and don't want to go to the fields."
Fu Nanyao retracted her head and stopped talking.
Yan Funing said, "Let's continue to observe Ali. Bei Mo is kind-hearted, so it would be best if the people around him were kinder as well."
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At lunch time, Fu Beimo came back from playing and brought Ali over.
At this moment, Ali was wearing a new set of clothes.
His clothes were probably from a few years ago, with the sleeves and trouser legs a good deal shorter, but they were clean. Furthermore, he had washed his hair, and looked quite handsome.
"Mom, can you give Ali a bowl of rice?" Fu Beimo stepped into the main room.
Ali stood outside the fence as usual, awkwardly pulling at his shortened sleeves.
Wan Niang said: "Lunch was prepared by your sister-in-law, you have to ask your sister-in-law."
Fu Beimo looked at Yan Funing with a smile and called out coquettishly, "Sister-in-law..."
Fu Ciyi raised two fingers and tapped Fu Beimo on the forehead: "Call me nicely."
Fu Beimo covered his forehead: "Sister-in-law."
Yan Funing went to the kitchen to get a bowl of rice with pork ribs, taro and cabbage, and then stood at the door of the main room, looking at Ali.
"Come in if you want to eat. Be brave."
Ali looked at Fu Ciyi anxiously, and when he saw that he didn't react, he moved forward.
Yan Funing handed him the bowl and asked, "Do you want to eat at home, or at our house?"
Fu Beimo waved at him: "Come in and eat."
Ali shook his head: "I've finished eating squatting at the door." Then he looked at Yan Funing cautiously, "Thank you sister-in-law, thank you Bei Mo, thank you aunt, thank you brother and sister Bei Mo!"
Fu Beimo gave him a small stool and said, "Sit down and eat."
Ali waited until everyone in the main room had sat down before he sat down on the small stool, tightly gripped the bowl, and took a big mouthful of rice.
Yan Funing asked, "What do you grow in your fields?"
Ali shook his head: "My father drank all his money, so he sold the land."
Later, he was the only one left in his family.
Yan Funing was silent. Her plan to teach him how to farm so that they could live a good life was dashed.
Fu Ciyi suddenly said, "I have three mu of land that needs to be tilled. Since you've eaten at my house, you should do some work."
"I can dig the soil." Ali stood up excitedly. "Don't look at me because I'm skinny. I'm strong enough."
Fu Nanyao muttered, "If I don't eat enough, where will I get the strength?"
This person said this simply because he wanted their family to take him in.
Fu Ciyi glanced at his sister indifferently and said coldly, "This afternoon you will go to the fields to dig the soil and weed. Bei Mo knows where the fields are and he will take you there. When you complete your task, come to my house to get two kilograms of rice and you can cook at home."
A woman works hard to cook, but if she has to cook for another man, he will be unhappy.
Ali nodded heavily: "Okay!"
Fu Ciyi added, "If you come to my house to help in the future, we will pay you accordingly, so that you can also have an income."
Ali happily agreed: "Thank you, Brother Beimo!"
Yan Funing smiled: "You can call him Master, or you can just call him Brother like Bei Mo."
"I'd better call the master."
Ali smiled shyly. He didn't dare to call Brother Fu Beimo directly. Brother Fu Beimo was the kind of person who made people intimidated at first sight and seemed very distant.
What they said now was actually the same as what he wanted.
He was very grateful.
The food was so delicious that I was so happy that I even shed tears.
Tears fell into the bowl and went into my mouth along with the rice.
Seeing this, Fu Nanyao frowned and said, "Hey, I said you just ate your tears with shredded radish pancakes, and now you eat your tears with your meal."
Ali sniffed and said, "I am happy. There are so many families in the village, but no one is willing to give me food. Only you give me food..."
I burst into tears again and couldn't speak anymore.
Yan Funing looked at Fu Ciyi deeply.
The powerful and decisive Prime Minister rarely shows sympathy to others, but now he actually takes Ali in.
It really surprised her.
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