"It’s really an emperor. I just guessed at random, which really made me guess right." Master Jia got Zhang Ting’s affirmative answer, and he looked puzzled.

Zhang Ting looked like he was scared silly. Master Jia continued to hold his arm and said, "Well, the old man, I told you what we think of him now, and Xiao Xi doesn’t want us to treat him as emperor."
"Oh, good" should finish this sentence. Master Jia bowed his head.
Suddenly his eyes stared at Zhang Ting’s hand holding his arm as if to pop out.
"Smelly girl, your hands are too dirty. Look at all my clothes." Master Jia angrily pushed Zhang Ting on his arm.
Zhang Ting looked down and saw that his soiled hands had been painted with a yellow imprint on Master Jia’s white sleeve.
Zhang Ting spat out his tongue and pulled a embarrassed smile. "Old man, you should throw this dress away from your ass. That piece has been mended. It just got dirty today. I think you should change it."
"What made it up? My embroidered mother embroidered something for me. I haven’t worn this dress yet, you prodigal girl." Master Jia glared at Zhang Ting angrily and scolded him.
Zhang Ting smiled awkwardly. "Ah, that place was embroidered with something. How can I look like something has been mended?"
"I’m not like your Hao Ren, who wants clothes and clothes. Someone will help him do it as soon as he says so. I’m a loner, but I can’t think of me except doing it at home." Master Jia shook his head and sighed.
Zhang Ting looked at him like this and chuckled, "Old man, don’t you just want me to make you a dress?"
Master Jia blushed and glared at Zhang Ting. "Did I say that, old man? Did I say that? Don’t talk nonsense, okay?"
Zhang Tingli said, "Well, since you didn’t ask for it, forget it. I want to make clothes for you, but if you don’t want it, forget it."
Master Jia quickly turned his head to look at Zhang Ting and stared at Zhang Ting excitedly. "Girl, what did you say just now?"
"I said I wanted to help you make a dress, but it seems that you don’t need it, so forget it." Zhang Ting looked at Master Jia and said.
Master Jia immediately shouted at Zhang Ting in a hurry, "Who said I don’t want clothes? Do it for me quickly. You said I heard it and must do it for me."
Looking at an unreasonable picture of Master Jia Zhang Ting’s intuition is really funny. It should be said that there is an old family like a treasure.
The next day is a dull life. The only thing that makes Zhang Ting feel a little interesting is that Ye Yuanyuan got married not long ago. I heard that marriage is still a big shot in Beijing.
Hao Ren will also go home every half a month or once a month.
Of course, this discussion is still about Princess Hong coming out to Lord Hong.
At first, Lord Hong didn’t agree that there were men who worked outside and rushed home every once in a while. It’s not like they didn’t wean their children.
Later, Princess Hong wrote and asked Prince Hong if he wanted to be a grandfather. Finally, Lord Hong agreed to this proposal.
Finally, it’s not like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl who only meet once a year. Zhang Ting and Hao Ren don’t know that the couple have made Wang Ye and his wife Hong a tool for giving birth to grandchildren
Time passed quickly, and half a year passed. In the past six months, Hao’s family has changed a lot, but it’s not too small.
It can be said that Zhang Ting is sitting at home now, and there is a lot of silver sent to her outside.
There is nothing to worry about outside. Zhang Ting has recently put everything into educating Han Xiaobao.
Now Han Xiaobao runs faster than rabbits and speaks faster than adults.
"Miss Zhang Ting, go and see Master Xiaobao. Did he fight with the village children again?" In the hall to mend Han Xiaobao’s clothes, Zhang Ting had a long face in front of him.
Zhang Ting let go of the needle and thread and looked up at Qingxia. "This is good. Why did it come to blows again? Didn’t it be good when I went out just now?"
Qing Xia pursed her lips and her face was hard to show. "Qing Xia is not sure that Master Xiaobao is not allowed to get too close when playing."
Zhang Ting got up. "I’ll go out and have a look. Don’t worry. The villagers know Xiaobao’s identity and won’t beat him more."
Zhang Ting stepped out of the living room.
When I walked to the land outside Hao’s house, Zhang Ting saw Xiaobao still fighting with his partner on the ground.
"Xiao Bao, you fought with others again, didn’t you?" Zhang Ting came and pulled Xiao Bao, who was playing in full swing.
Chapter 577 Not your own!
A face of looking Xiaobao’s face is still different when he sees Zhang Ting’s face.
With a gasp, the sound shouted "Niang" at Zhang Ting.
Just fighting with Xiao Bao, the child saw Zhang Ting low his head and shouted "Aunt Zhang Ting" to Zhang Ting.
"Xiao Pang, come and talk to Aunt Zhang Ting. Why did you two fight again?" Zhang Ting pulled the boy who was fighting with Xiaobao over and asked.
The child who fought with Xiaobao is a boy who looks a few years older than Xiaobao. He is fat and fat, and he knows it is a baby pimple at home.
Neither of the two little guys would talk to Zhang Ting.
The original next to Zhang Ting Xiaobao hit Xiao Pang again.
Xiaopang just wanted to strike back and saw Zhang Ting here. The chubby little horse was released and surrounded by meat. Tears slowly appeared in his eyes.
"Xiao Bao, why are you so unreasonable? Xiao Pang didn’t hit you. Why are you still hitting others?" Zhang Ting was angry with himself for this rude son.
After scolding Xiao Bao, Zhang Ting turned to coax Xiao Pang to cry or not. "Xiao Pang is good and doesn’t cry. Aunt Zhang Ting, here is a candy bar for Xiao Pang to eat or not to cry."
Xiao Pang saw Zhang Ting’s hand. This candy bar just now didn’t cry. Ma let him suck it back. Xiao Pang took Zhang Ting’s candy bar and ran away happily.
Xiao Pang just got away from being next to Zhang Ting. Xiao Bao suddenly burst into tears and shouted in his mouth, "Niang Niang ignores Xiao Bao Niang."
Xiaobao cried in tears.
Zhang Ting looked at the little guy who was held in his hand by his family and sighed.
Because Xiao Bao had no father and mother around since he was a child, his family loved him as a treasure in their hands.
It is precisely because of this incident that this little guy has become particularly overbearing
Now the only one in this family who can control this little guy is Zhang Ting.
"What’s wrong with Xiao Bao? Xiao Pang didn’t hit you. You still hit him. Aren’t you bad?" Zhang Ting spoke to Xiaobao with a long face.
Xiaobao stopped crying, his mouth kept pouting and his eyes kept staring at Zhang Ting.
After a while, Xiaobao pulled Zhang Ting’s skirt. "Mom, don’t be angry. Xiaobao is good."
Zhang Ting glanced at his face and stared at Xiaobao piteously. He sighed and picked up the heavy little guy. "Do you know that you are wrong?"
Xiao Bao nodded gently and cried and answered, "I know Xiao Bao shouldn’t hit people when he is wrong."
Zhang Ting helped the little guy wipe the tears in his eyes. "Well, since our little treasure knows it’s wrong, that mother won’t be angry with our little treasure."
When the little guy heard Zhang Ting’s words, his chubby face showed a cute smile, and his hands tightly picked up Zhang Ting’s neck. "It’s good to be a mother. Xiaobao likes her best."
Zhang Ting, who has been holding his neck, tried to ask Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, can you tell Niang what you want to fight with Xiao Pang? Didn’t you say Xiao Pang is the best for you? "
Xiaobao bowed his head and bit his little finger in his mouth.
Zhang Ting took his finger out of his mouth. "Don’t suck your finger. Have you forgotten that Mom talked to you? There are a lot of dirty things in your finger. If you suck too much, we will have bugs in Xiaobao’s stomach."
Xiaobao’s little face flashed with fear
Holding Zhang Ting tightly, the waxy sound floated into Zhang Ting’s ear.