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The butcher was a little sad, his little mouse hadn't been in the Imperial Prison for long, and he stopped hugging his father when he saw him.After thinking about it, he should be more stable outside than at home. He cleared his throat and said very calmly, "Xiao Hua...Xiao Hao."

"Ah?" Tu Hao raised his head to look at the bandit father, why did he suddenly become serious and called him Xiao Hao?

The butcher looked at his son's posture and felt that his neck was straining for him. He endured it and bent down to hug him, touched his son's little head, and greeted Xu Mingxu who had stood up earlier: " The dog is shapeless, if there is anything wrong with it, Xu Shaolang will teach you a lesson, you are welcome."

Xu Shaolang?Tu Hao tilted his head to look at his father, then looked at Xu Mingxu, happened to meet the look in the eyes of the beautiful boy, squinted his eyes and smiled, and then immediately relaxed when he saw Xu Mingxu's slightly tense expression.

"Student Xu Mingxu met the butcher's son." Xu Mingxu saluted Tu Ye respectfully, and said, "Xiaohao is very good and takes good care of me."

The butcher gave his son a suspicious look.

Tu Hao stared back, stretched out his hand and pushed his father's shoulder: "Put me down." Tch, what look in his eyes, he wondered if he would take care of others?His daughter... No, it's his sister who was raised by him!Although he has grown a tigress, it's definitely not his problem, it's his grandfather who didn't teach him well!Is it rare for him to take care of others?

The butcher's body was as golden as jade, and after holding his son for a short while, his arms were already sore.At this moment, he put the little mouse down in a good manner: "The imperial court is already on holiday. Today, Dad came to give a lecture. By the way, you can ask Xiao Qi to tidy up and see if you want to bring something back. I will take it with me first."

"Oh, good." Tu Hao sounded a little bored.Sure enough, going to work is better than studying.In the previous life, there were at least winter and summer vacations for studying. Not only did they not have winter and summer vacations in this life, but those who went to work during the Chinese New Year holidays were even earlier than those who went to school.shameful!He also wants to be a shameful adult.

Then the butcher was led by his son around the small yard, pointing: "The small house is well built. The bathroom is a bit small. Leave a gap in the door when washing, and don't close it tightly. When the weather gets warmer, Let someone come over and plant a bunch of grapes." My son loves to eat grapes, but the wisteria is beautiful, but he can't eat it.

"Xiaoqi has already drawn people's attention to good grape varieties, and I want to see if there is anything new at Hushang's place." The giant peaks, roses, and Zuijinxiang seem to be new varieties researched by later generations, so he won't go there for the time being. think about it.There should be mare's milk grapes, right?I don't know if I can adapt to the climate here.Anyway, there will be a gardener at that time, and he only needs to be responsible for eating and watching.

"It's just a shelf of grapes, why are you bothering Hu merchants? Did you bring a message to Hu merchants last year? Generally, people don't bring this kind of things for nothing." There's nothing wrong with the son's specialization.

"It was agreed last year." A group of Hu merchants were less smart than monkeys.He originally wanted to buy spice seeds, and Hu merchants rely on spices to make money. Naturally, he refused to sell spice seeds. He took a step back before agreeing to bring some fruits and flowers including grapes. The price is very expensive. Not yet.Bullying does not have a certain treasure now, so I can't give a bad review, tsk.

Seeing that his son was successful, the butcher let him go. He turned his head to look at a piece of limp moss in the stone gate, and looked at his son: "You planted it?"

"Hmm." Well planted?

The butcher son always felt that he didn't understand his son's brain circuit: "Why do you plant this?"

"This is my grassland!" Tu Hao answered naturally.

"...Oh." The butcher felt that he still couldn't understand his son.

The boy came over and urged him to prepare for class, but he could only leave reluctantly.

The father is in class, and the son has to go to the personal stage no matter what.Tu Hao turned around and went to pack his things. He didn't need Qi Qi, he carried his schoolbag on his back, dragged the beautiful boy and walked outside: "Brother, let's go take a seat."

In fact, he was a little unsure if he wanted to sit in the front row so that he could listen carefully; or should he sit in the back row and feel the deterrent power of his father?You can't go wrong if you arrive early anyway.

Xu Mingxu was not in a hurry, and tugged Tu Hao: "Go slowly. The butcher should go to greet the gentlemen, it's still early." Just now, the Tu family and his son were walking around in the small courtyard. While reading a book, in fact, two ears have been paying attention to two people.

He thought that a person as strict as the butcher would definitely take the homework of the little mouse first when he arrived, but he didn't.It took half an hour for the butcher's son to go out, and he didn't mention a word about his homework, and he didn't ask about his son's food and clothing. He was only concerned about the inconvenience of the little mouse's daily life.

It turns out that other people's father and son are like this.

"Oh." Tu Hao stopped his jumping steps, and suddenly felt that he was a little too happy to see the butcher father.But what does it matter?Anyway, he is a child!

"What are you thinking, brother?" Don't you usually talk so little?

Xu Mingxu was stunned, only to realize that the two of them had already walked into the classroom, and directly dragged Tu Hao to sit in the front row: "I was wondering... Are there many novelties at Hushang's place?" New grape varieties, and new of what?If the money his shop earns every year is used to buy land, even if there is a harvest in a year, it is nothing but mediocrity.But by planting some fashionable fruits and the like, they might still earn some money. Even if they don't earn much, just like Tu Hao, it's not bad to carry a few baskets to give away every year.By the way, how many sheep are you raising?Didn't the little mouse say he had planted a grassland?

There were already several people in the classroom, and some came in one after another after them.The classroom, which was originally small, quickly became crowded.

A slender young man with delicate features looked left and right, and walked towards Tu Hao directly, smiling with a pair of peachy eyes: "Little mouse, cousin sits with you?"

This young man's name is Zheng Yun. He is now the grandson of Aunt Tu Hao's grandma.Because they live together in the capital, and the Tu family members are few, their daily contacts are quite lively.It's just that Tu Hao is much younger than them in age, and the little friend often looks at them with a look of "a bunch of cute little brats" in his eyes, but it's not that close to them.

"No." Tu Mouse resolutely refused.

Alas!Zheng Yun's peachy eyes stared: "You little mouse, you are too disrespectful to your cousin, do you know that you should respect the old and love the young?"

"I'm young, are you old? If you're old, I'll let you sit." Brat, if you dare to be shameless in front of him, Tu Daxian, you can't be cured!

"Of course I'm old! I'm much older than you! I'm more than twice as old!" Zheng Yun took off his face and threw it on the ground, in order to get a seat!

People are shameless and invincible, as expected, boys are not cute at all!Tu Hao resentfully put away the things on the table, pulled the small schoolbag, and laid the whole mouse on Xu Mingxu's lap, squinting at Zheng Yun: "Tch! I'll go back and tell my aunt." Relatives move around a lot during the Chinese New Year.

Xu Mingxu didn't say anything, he pursed his lips and watched the two cousins ​​bicker, and hugged Tu Hao on his lap.

Zheng Yun didn't treat Xu Mingxu as casually as he did to Tu Hao, so he hurriedly said, "Hey, what are you doing? Let me hug my little mouse?"

Xu Mingxu avoided Zheng Yun's hands without thinking, and said, "It's okay, the little mouse is not heavy, let me hold it. The butcher is here, sit down quickly."

Even though he was related, Zheng Yun was also afraid of the butcher's son.Moreover, because of his relatives, he was often frightened by the butcher when he was a child, which was simply the shadow of his childhood.Although he has reached the age at which he can start a family now, when he heard the word butcher, his scalp tingled reflexively, and he quickly sat up straight.

The butcher walked into the classroom and found his son sitting on the lap of another boy, not moving at all on the surface, but he felt really strange in his heart.What kind of virtues does his own son have, as a father, wouldn't he know?The little mouse has always been kind to girls, but to boys, it is like a ferocious beast that flashes its claws and swipes twice.

Hmm... This ferocious beast is just what Tu Mouse thought.

Now the little mouse is clinging to a boy?The butcher scrutinized Xu Mingxu while attending class and came to the conclusion after a long time, is it because Xu Mingxu looks the most like a little girl?Also... It's not impossible.

The butcher came and went from class to class, on the surface he was serious, but in fact, he didn't know what to do with his two minds.

After class, Butcher still has to face many questions from students.Xu Mingxu is also among them.

Tu Hao is small, so he won't go there, and that's his father, even though he's in a prison now... no, the Imperial College is not a cell, and no one stops him from passing letters, so he won't be unable to ask questions.

He just sat on the stool with his small schoolbag in his arms, squinted his eyes when he looked at it, and fell asleep straight away after squinting.When he woke up again, he was already in the dormitory.

Xu Mingxu called him softly: "Little mouse, get up and eat."

Tu Hao was still a little confused, so he leaned over and rubbed against the situation: "Father, I want to eat fried shrimp, not boiled."

Xu Mingxu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know why he suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart, his face sank slightly before he returned to normal: "Get up, your father has already gone back."

Tu Hao yawned, and finally came to his senses half-awake. Not knowing what he said just now, he stretched out his hands for someone to help him get dressed, and when the rice bowl was placed in front of him, he still looked up Look at Xu Mingxu.

With a helpless expression, Xu Mingxu hugged the child back into his arms again, and while feeding him, he said, "This is the last time I will feed him, do you know that I will eat by myself in the future?"

"Yeah." Every time is the last time, he understands.