Lin Guodong and Qin Shumiao's son is now one year old. Qin Shumiao is holding her child and teaching him to speak.
Seeing Guodong come back from work, I still feel very happy. Isn't this a perfect life?
There aren't many saplings to be had now, and I feel quite content with my life.
"Guodong, quickly hug your son, he's getting heavier every day."
Looking at his child, Lin Guodong's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.
"It's good that he's a little chubby, he's healthy, and I really want our son to be happy."
"I'll go cook, you hold the baby," Qin Shumiao glanced at the father and son.
Tingting quickly reviewed the material with the children, putting Fu Bao and Qiu Qiu's studies on hold for now, since they are already 75 years old.
They were very strict; when Jianjun's second sister-in-law's child came to play, Tingting stopped them.
Tingting's second sister-in-law naturally had her own opinions, as their fourth child had always been their precious treasure.
"What's going on between Tingting and Jianjun? Our son goes to play with her son, but she won't let him."
"I think she has a problem with someone. I don't remember offending her."
"No way, Tingting has always liked our son. There must be another reason. I think you're overthinking it."
"I'm overthinking it. You're underestimating the situation. I think this just shows a lack of respect for our son."
“You know, our son is great in every way, yet they look down on him. Although Jianjun and Tingting are quite capable, it doesn’t have to be like this.”
“From now on, we won’t let our son go to her house anymore,” Guo Ersao said angrily.
Tingting was unaware that her second sister-in-law had a problem with this.
Even if she knew, Tingting had no other choice. Time was too precious right now, and besides, it wasn't like she wouldn't let her child play with her.
These children no longer go to play with anyone from the village who comes to invite them.
Tingting doesn't have time to care what they think right now; she has too many things to deal with.
Tingting prepared milk and walnuts for each child to supplement their nutrition.
Tingting took out all the books she had gone to look for last time and examined them carefully one by one to see if there were any differences.
I led these students to review one by one, making sure they didn't miss a single one.
"Mom, I want to go to the village to play with Fu Bao."
"Go ahead, but don't go to the river. Be careful and come back soon, understand?"
"We understand, Mom. Fu Bao and Qiu Qiu are feeling quite bored, since our older brothers are all studying and Mom and Dad don't have time either."
"Let's go, Ball Ball, let's go play with Little Flower."
"Little Flower, are you home? I've come to play with you."
"Yes, yes, but I can't go out to play today. I have to go up the mountain to cut grass to feed the pigs."
Xiaohua has many younger siblings. She's older and can earn work points on her own, so she often goes to cut pig feed.
"Let's go together then. The three of us can finish faster if we go together, and then we can play together in the extra time," Fu Bao suggested.
"But you're dressed so cleanly going up the mountain, won't you get it dirty?"
Xiaohua envied Fubao. Fubao was dressed very neatly, and her family treated her like a treasure. Her clothes even had small floral patterns on them, which made her look so pretty.
"It's alright, it's almost noon, let's hurry up and go, or we'll be late."
Xiao Hua nodded; with their help, things would be much faster.
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