After entering the book, the young cannon fodder brought his short-lived mother to fly happily

Chapter 235 One Kind of Rice Can't Raise Two Kinds of People

Mrs. Yan thought, what other preparations can you make? If you are assigned a bad seat again, can you still change seats?

Of course she would not say this out loud, so she changed the subject: "Your mother came here before and said that the family was short of money and servants. Did this affect your exam?"

Cao Shuqing was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's barely enough, but my mother doesn't have any source of income, so maybe it's really not enough!"

Mrs. Yan said, "If we add some more, how much do you think is appropriate?"

"Everything is up to Auntie!"

Madam Yan smiled and said, "Qin'er was ill a few days ago and is not in good condition. It is not suitable for her to see guests now. You don't have to see her today. Wait until she is better, and then you can play together!"

Cao Shuqing asked hurriedly: "Are you sick? Are you okay? It's all my fault for not coming back earlier!"

"You are not a doctor either. Her illness is an old one. You don't need to worry too much!" Madam Yan said, "I still need to find a doctor for her. I am a bit busy at the moment. I will not keep you here for now. You have traveled a long way and you must have worked hard. Go back early and have a good rest!"

"Thank you for your consideration, auntie!" When Cao Shuqing heard that Yan Qin was ill, he didn't want to go to see her anymore. Although he knew this was his chance to show off, he was a little upset because he didn't become a scholar and couldn't continue to stay in the child prodigy class, so he didn't feel like showing his courtesy.

After Cao Shuqing left, Mrs. Yan's face darkened.

This marriage cannot be decided. I originally thought that it was just Li's idea. Cao Shuqing is a scholar, even if he is young, he should understand the situation. Now it seems ridiculous. A dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who can dig holes. You can't raise two different people with the same rice!

But she was also a little worried. How should she tell Qin'er about this?

Of course, Yan Qin was not sick and unable to see anyone as she said. In fact, the little girl was giggling happily now.

With Meng Yu's candy beans around, the little girl played more freely.

When Mrs. Yan went to the backyard and saw Yan Qin, her eyes almost fell to the ground.

What did she see?

In the open space in the backyard, two little girls were sitting on the ground playing in the mud!

Yan Qin used mud to make a rabbit and a chicken, and threw dots of mud on her body. When she wiped her face from time to time, it was covered with mud.

Her pretty little skirt was covered with mud, and its original appearance could not be seen.

Several maids and old women stood not far away, looking at each other, as if they wanted to go forward but did not dare.

Meng Yu used the mud to roll balls. Some of the mud balls were as big as eggs, some as big as pigeon eggs, and some as big as soybeans. They were piled up in a pile of different sizes.

Mrs. Yan's mouth twitched violently. Where was her innocent daughter?

This child is so dirty, how can we still keep him?

Yan Qin also saw Madam Yan and immediately smiled happily. He held a rabbit in his left hand and a chicken in his right hand, and ran towards Madam Yan, then threw himself into her arms.

Mrs. Yan: "..."

What could she do? Although she knew that she probably couldn't keep this body anymore, she still endured it and smiled: "Qin'er, what are you playing so happily?"

"I made it, mom, do you think it looks like it?"

"Well, it's somewhat similar, but the rabbit's mouth is a bit pointed. Is this a fox's face?"

"Really? Then I'll go and pinch it again." Yan Qin let her go and happily went back to kneading the mud.

Meng Yu held two mud balls in his hands, looked at Madam Yan's embarrassed appearance, and blinked his innocent eyes: "Aunt, my master said that Yan Qin should play with mud more. So I taught her to make little rabbits!"

Mrs. Yan suddenly realized that although playing in the mud was a little dirty, she could accept it as long as it could cure Qin'er's illness.

Besides, Qin'er played with mud for so long and nothing happened to her, and she was very happy.

She looked at her body, which was covered with mud and a few spots of it. She took a breath and said, "Then you guys keep playing!"

Yan Qin pulled her over: "Mom, can you play with us? I want to play with my parents and me, and our family will be happy together!"

Mrs. Yan instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at Yan Qin's expectant eyes and the already dirty clothes, she made up her mind and said, "Go ahead and play, play, as long as Qin'er is happy!"

So when Yan Yongji came back, he was almost shocked.

How come his wife, who had always been dignified and shrewd, and his daughter, who had always been well-behaved, cute and clean, had both become mud monkeys?

Meng Yu was very satisfied. She said, "Uncle, aunt, I'm going back now. Master said that it's best for Yan Qin to play in the mud once every two days until the medicine is ready. This will help the medicine work!"

Mrs. Yan, whose hair was even covered in mud, immediately said, "Okay, we'll remember this. Thank you, Xiaoyu!" It was strange, both mother and daughter were covered in mud, but how come Xiaoyu only had mud on her hands, which were clean as soon as she washed?

Meng Yu was not talking nonsense. Yan Qin had always been protected too well. It was necessary to let her get more in touch with the world!

Meng Yu did not go home directly, she went to the north of the city instead.

In a dilapidated temple, several beggars were catching lice, scratching their itches, picking their feet, and some were sitting or lying down, lying all over the place.

On the dry grass in the east, there was a young beggar with patches all over his body lying on the ground. He had one foot on the ground and the other leg raised high, biting a straw in his mouth, with an indescribably comfortable look on his face.

This person is Wu Yan, the famous beggar leader in Ningshan County.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown object shot towards Wu Yan with a sharp sound of wind.

Wu Yan narrowed his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he moved his body. The thing hit his side. It was a mud ball.

Two more small mud balls, one accurately hit his upper body and the other hit his leg.

He kept his buttocks on the ground and spun around, still dodging it lightly and nimbly.

He bent over and sat up, looking towards the door, raising his eyebrows: "Xiao Ayu, are you here to test your uncle?"

Sure enough, a small figure appeared at the door, holding a large food box in her hand. The food box was almost as tall as her.

A beggar was tactful enough to take it.

Meng Yu smiled and said, "Uncle Wu refused to admit that he knew martial arts last time. I have tested it out now."

The beggars nearby all laughed: "It's not easy to beg for food these days. Which beggar doesn't learn some self-defense?"

"Yes, there are so many people who look down on others. There are not only bad people but also bad dogs. We are wearing tattered clothes, but we are hiring those things! This is for self-protection!"

Wu Yan looked at her and said, "It's normal for an adult like me to know some martial arts, but it's a little abnormal for a child like you to know martial arts at such a young age."

"Uncle Wu, what you said doesn't make sense. Can't I be born precocious, gifted, and talented?"

"Oh, you use idioms quite well!" Wu Yan laughed: "Just brag! Why are you testing whether I know martial arts?"

"Uncle Wu, you can read and write, and you're pretty good at fighting. Do you have any other plans?"