Xue Guixiang's face turned red. She wanted to rush over and fight, but was stopped by the soldier on guard. The soldier was also helpless about the scene in front of him. "Let's go to the leader together and ask the director of women's affairs to mediate..."

Another woman next to her said, "Then let's go together. She doesn't care about her own children, so it's no big deal for her to bully other people's children."

"Bah, you young people, you have to report to the government for every little thing. Our Zhuangzhuang doesn't even want any crappy books. I have to send my child to kindergarten in a hurry..." Xue Guixiang didn't dare to make trouble. If she really made trouble to the leader, their family would not be any good. This place is different from the village. The wives here are all relatives of military officers of all ranks. It's useless to make trouble here. Even if they are the family members of the leaders, they cannot act recklessly. So many people are watching. She said in a humble tone: "Zhuangzhuang, grandma will take you there on her bike."

Zhuangzhuang slapped Xue Guixiang on the leg, pointed his finger and said angrily: "Then hurry up."

Zhuangzhuang is also a child who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He knows that he has encountered a tough guy today, but his grandma is useless. In his heart, he does not blame others, but blames his useless grandma.

Xue Guixiang carefully coaxed her Zhuangzhuang to leave. Although her voice is loud and thick in front of outsiders, she is particularly careful in front of her grandson.

She coaxed her little ancestor to leave with all kinds of concern.

When Qin Rou saw this scene, she suddenly remembered a scene she had seen when she was eating noodles at the gate of a primary school. It was also a pair of grandparents and grandchildren who went into a noodle shop to eat noodles. Perhaps in order to save money, they ordered a bowl of wonton noodles. The grandson was only in primary school, but he had already grown a fat head and big ears, with a big belly. Even through the primary school uniform, the outline of the fat on his chest could be seen.

The grandson sat opposite the table, eating wonton noodles with great relish. The clear soup noodles were sprinkled with chopped green onions, which made them particularly tempting. It was evening, just after school, and he was feeling hungry. His grandmother sat opposite, swallowing hard. She couldn't resist the aroma of the soup, so she begged her grandson humbly to let her have a bite or drink a sip of the soup...

She begged several times, but her grandson didn't even raise his eyelids. His face was fat from eating too much, and his eyes had become slits. He just squinted at his grandmother through the slits and continued to eat his wonton noodles slowly like Maitreya Buddha.

This scene has always left a deep impression on Qin Rou. The grandson also said several words to his grandmother in a flat tone, but she can no longer remember them.

——It is best for them to bear the consequences of their spoiled grandsons.

Qin Rou and Sun Zhiqiu sent the children to kindergarten together. Sun Zhiqiu originally wanted to send the child to the second class, but now he decided to send his son and Zhou Zhou and Dumpling to the first grade class together.

"My child is easy to be bullied, so I'd better let him study with younger children." Sun Zhiqiu sent the child to the first grade class instead of Zhuangzhuang's class, and she felt more at ease now.

"Mom..." Zhou Zhou and Dumpling gave Qin Rou the picture book of the little shark in their arms.

They decided not to take him to kindergarten.

Qin Rou smiled and took the book into her arms, kissed the two little kids on the face, and sent them to the first grade class.

As soon as they entered the class, the pair of brothers who looked exactly the same immediately attracted the attention of the crowd.

"Wow!"

"Look alike!"

"Which one is the older brother and which one is the younger brother?"

...

Principal Wu Min came over and chatted with Qin Rou for a few words, praising her: "Your two children are really smart and have good looks."

"There will definitely be many girls who want to marry into your family in the future."

...

Qin Rou chatted with her briefly for a few words, and left the kindergarten. She also had to go to work. At the end of the day, she couldn't help but worry about the two little kids in the kindergarten. After all, they were still too young.

I don't know if they can get used to the life in the kindergarten and how they get along with other children.

When I went to pick up the two little guys in the evening, they happily threw themselves into their mother's arms, and Qin Rou felt relieved.

It seems that the kids have opened up the way to the kindergarten. However, after four or five days, Zhou Zhou and Dumpling refused to go to the kindergarten.

Qin Rou asked them, "Why don't you want to go?"

"No! No!"

The two children just shook their heads and didn't say anything.

Later, Qin Rou went to the kindergarten to inquire and found out that it was because of... carrots. The kindergarten had eaten carrots for lunch for two consecutive days, and the two little kids who didn't like carrots broke down.

Although kindergarten is fun and there are friends, it refuses carrots.

Qin Rou: "..."

Their little kids didn't fail in the shy social interaction in kindergarten, but failed over two radishes.

"Eat radishes at home, too."

"No radishes, no radishes!"

"No radishes!"

It's ok to eat radishes at home, but why do they have to eat radishes in kindergarten? The two little guys protested seriously.

"Okay, okay, if you eat radishes in school in the future, we won't eat radishes when we go home, okay?" Qin Rou thought to herself that radishes weren't that bad, so why did their two little kids hate radishes so much.

"I don't eat radishes in the garden!"

"I won't go to the garden."

...

"How many radishes did you pull from mom?!" At this point, Qin Rou wanted to investigate the past excavation activities of these two little brats.

These two little brats were also thieves. Because they hated radishes, the first fruit and vegetable seedlings they knew and remembered deeply were radish seedlings. Qin Rou planted radishes in the yard several times, but they were all pulled out by these two little guys with excavators.

They dug more accurately, paid special attention, and were determined not to leave radishes in the yard.

Pulling and planting, pulling and planting, Qin Rou was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and finally gave a lot of radish seedlings to Zhang, the head of the next door. No matter

how many radishes you pull, you can't destroy your mother's determination to grow radishes.

"If you don't go to kindergarten in the future, mom will take you to grow radishes at home. We will plant radishes all over the terrace, red radishes and white radishes. The little radishes are so cute."

"You will be radish babies in the future, you must protect radishes."

Plant radishes at home? Plant radishes all over the home?

In the world of the little kids, this is simply more terrifying than the end of the world.

And protect radishes? They just want to destroy radishes.

The two brothers Zhou Zhou and Dumpling shook their heads wildly: "We won't plant radishes, we won't plant radishes..."

"It would be great if we planted radishes. Mom would make radish steamed buns, radish dumplings, braised radish, sweet and sour radish, radish and eggplant, stir-fried radish shreds, radish cubes, radish slices..."

No no no no!!!

Qin Rou put her hands on her hips and looked at them. "Are you going to kindergarten now? Brother, talk first."

Zhou Zhou said, "Go to kindergarten."

Dumpling pouted. He pulled his pants and looked at his brother as if he were a traitor. Finally, he said aggrievedly, "I'm going to kindergarten too." If

his brother went to kindergarten, then he would go to kindergarten too.

"You have to go to kindergarten, and we have to plant radishes. Mommy will show you how radishes grow, okay?"

No! Okay!

The two brothers hugged each other and refused! Refusing radishes!

Qin Rou thought, I am still kind to you. Zhang, the leader next door, has planted a lot of bitter melons. When you eat a bitter melon planted by Zhang, you will know how delicious the radishes your mother gave you are.

Looking at these two little kids, Qin Rou thought that they would definitely not want to play the game of guarding radishes. If they wanted to sing, they would definitely like to sing "Pulling radishes" and pull out the radishes planted by their mother one by one and throw them away.

"Uncle Zhang's bitter melon next door is ripe. Do we want to eat radish or Uncle Zhang's bitter melon tonight?"

"Radish."

"I prefer radish."

Compared with bitter melon, the two brothers decided to have radish. There was no hesitation.

The younger brother Dumpling added: "Radish dumplings, dumplings with radish."

After eating boiled radish in kindergarten, the two brothers now think that the radish and shrimp dumplings made by their mother are not so unacceptable.

...

The children's days in kindergarten were uneventful. In November, the elder sister and brother-in-law's family were going to settle down and build a house in Dajiao Village. Qin Rou took the two children to see the new home of the elder sister and brother-in-law.

By this time, the publishing house had remitted two sums of money through the post office, one was 800 yuan for the children's picture book, and the other was 500 yuan for the little shark. Qin Rou originally wanted to split the money for the children's picture book 28%, after all, she was just an idea, and it was mainly Grandpa Chen who drew the picture. However, the Chen family disagreed and said they wanted a 50-50 split. Later, they discussed it and decided to split it 46%.

Qin Rou earned 820 yuan at a time, which was more than her annual salary, but this was not a good way to make money continuously, because she could not necessarily repeat her past successes. She was not a professional painter, and she was mainly selling her ideas. Many authors often reached their peak of inspiration with their first book, which was the peak of their debut, and gathered all their past experience. If you want to copy the past later, it is more likely to be a dog's tail and a marten, and you may not be recognized by readers.

Forget it, Qin Rou did not force it.

In Dajiao Village, the piece of residential land allocated to the Chen family was not good. Of course, as outsiders, people would not allocate Feng Shui treasures to outsiders, and the Chen family was satisfied with this piece of land.

It is a place with high terrain. Of course, houses are not usually built in low-lying land. The Chen family plans to build a two-story small building. The main part is a brick and tile house, and two or three wooden houses are built on the side. Qin Rou helped to plan the design sketch. Taking advantage of the right temperature at this time, they asked the villagers to help build the house.

Country people build houses very quickly, and generally do not need much wages, but they have to provide enough food. Qin Mian asked her sister Qin Rou for a lot of salted mackerel to steam rice for the workers, and they ate very satisfied.

"Sister, you guys are here."

When Qin Rou brought the children to play, the roof had been mostly built. Zhou Zhou and Dumpling went to the mountains to play with several cousins. The little guys just couldn't sit still. Qin Mian stayed in a temporary wooden house. This small wooden house temporarily served as a kitchen to cook for the workers. Qin Mian also moved the sewing machine over to help the people in the village with sewing.

Qin Mianjiao stepped on the sewing machine and talked to Qin Rou: "Sister, you should buy a sewing machine too."

Qin Rou smiled: "I don't know how to use it."

"You can learn how to use it. Women are born good at using it. Look at girls from all families, don't they all like to have a sewing machine when they get married?"

"You can embroider beautiful little fish on your son's clothes, why can't you use a sewing machine? You can learn how to use it, and make clothes for your son with your own hands..."

Qin Rou was also a little tempted after hearing this. Maybe it would be a lot more convenient to have a sewing machine at home. After these two little kids go to kindergarten and elementary school, their clothes and pants will easily be scratched and torn, and she can't always go to her sister's house to mend clothes.

As for making clothes for children... Qin Rou really didn't trust her tailoring skills. Although her hands were quite delicate, she felt that making clothes was not something that could be done casually. To sew some cute little colorful patterns for children, she only had to trace them according to the drawings, and the rest... Tailoring clothes looked simple, but if they were made crookedly, it would be a waste of fabric.

Qin Rou was also very distressed about the fabric now and was reluctant to waste it. There was less cotton fabric now, and it was not easy to buy Dacron fabric. The domestic production was small, and only in big cities like Shanghai and Guangzhou could Dacron shirts be sold. It was said that it was hard to find a piece of clothing. In the past few years, in order to grab Dacron shirts, there was a stampede, resulting in casualties.

Nowadays, fake Dacron collars are still popular in the city, because people cannot afford to buy too much Dacron cloth, but they want to pretend to be fashionable and pretend to have several Dacron shirts to wear in rotation. Therefore, the Dacron cloth they buy is made into fake Dacron collars, which are worn inside the coat to pretend that they have many Dacron shirts.

On the island, fake collars are probably not popular, because they only wear one piece of clothing on weekdays, so fake collars cannot be made. If they wear fake collars, they cannot take off their coats, otherwise their clothes will be exposed.

Although it is not the 1970s or 1980s, no matter what era it is, young people's pursuit of beauty cannot be suppressed. Qin Rou occasionally goes to Guangzhou and can still see young people who perm their hair and apply some strange hair oils in private. Do you think these young people are girls? Most of them are not like that. There are more middle-aged men in their teens. There are many young guys with short hair who permed their own hair and got a big scar. There are also tragic young men who put strange oil on their hair and had to shave it all off.

Qin Rou saw it and could only say, "Awesome, awesome, you are so brave. No matter what era it is, there are always the Shamatte youths of that era."

However, the current atmosphere is not open, and such young guys will also become the target of criticism for their unruly behavior in the eyes of the public.

Thinking of this, Qin Rou was a little worried. She thought that my son should not become a Shamatte youth when he grows up. Shamatte youth is unlikely, but it seems that sunglasses and bell-bottom pants will be popular in the future... Qin Rou tried to imagine and put herself in their family's Brother Lu. Oh my god, it's still hard to imagine.

But if you wear swimming trunks and sunglasses to the beach, this scene is still worth imagining...

"If you buy a sewing machine, I, your sister, will personally teach you how to operate it."

"Okay." Qin Rou agreed, "I'll pick out a sewing machine when I have time."

The two sisters were chatting when they heard crying outside. Dumpling cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, and her brother Zhou Zhou followed behind.

"Benben was robbed, sobbing..." His little fish Benben was robbed.

"Who robbed it?"

Brother Zhou Zhou said, "It was robbed by a monkey."

The eldest sister Chen Juanjuan was also helpless: "It was robbed by a monkey on the mountain."

Qin Rou: "..."

Now your mother can't go to the monkey's parents to argue.