The Anarchic Consort Chapter 1145: Bai Shao teaches children to write.

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Actually, the little bald head can run so fast because she has to practice and carry water every morning in the temple.

The nephews felt that her combat effectiveness was too strong, so they tied a circle of gravity iron to the child's leg.

Now the little bald head is down the mountain, without any restraints on his body, of course the speed is extraordinary.

Li Xiaobawang wailed out of breath from behind: "Bai Zhun, you also said not to go too far, you think your child is like the kind of person who can't go too far."

"The child is active." The four words Bai Zhun dismissed Li Xiaobawang. At the same time, he probably had a general understanding of his younger brother. Originally, he saw that the child was young, and the masters in those temples should not It will be handed over to the little man. Now it seems that he has underestimated the master's way of calling people.

Actually, Bai Zhun didn't underestimate the old monk, but he couldn't resist that the little bald head would teach himself.

The children are always noisy when they play.

I saw a passing chief and nodded with a smile: "When you see these children, you can remember when we were young, right?"

"That **** in my family doesn't do homework!" This is Li Xiaoba's father.

The person next to him smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Bai family is in charge."

"It's also a child, why is the difference so big." Li Xiaobawang's father wanted to cry when he talked about it. Could it be a genetic mutation?

Over there Li Xiaoba is still yelling: "Damn, Wang Dazhuang! Don't pull your grandpa Li's pants, left, climb left!"

"Li Hailou! Go back to Laozi!"

In this way, the first day Xiao Bald came to the military area compound, he ended up with Li Xiaobawang being chased by his father in the compound.

The little bald head plays very comfortably. She has to exercise every day. If she doesn't toss and toss like this, she can't run out of energy.

By the time Bai Zhun took the child home, it was almost six o'clock.

It’s time to eat again. This time I don’t have to say it myself. Aunt Wang made a table of vegetarian dishes, such as beans in tomato sauce, cold lotus root, stir-fried fungus, vermicelli and baby dishes.

The stew in the pot is rice, and Aunt Wang usually stews the young master in a small pot. After seeing the appetite of the little bald head, she decisively changed the big pot.

The little bald head was holding the hot white rice, eating it wailing, raising his head from time to time, and smiling at Bai Zhun.

For the little bald head, the happiest thing in the world is to have white rice to eat!

Bai Zhun realized that the child's favorite is not steamed buns, but rice.

After Young Master Bai discovered this, he immediately called the canteen of the compound and asked them to bring all the rice that had been transported from the northeast.

The prerequisite for raising a child is to feed her.

The little bald head was really full, and he was running around with a small stool with a swollen belly.

She wanted to wash the dishes by herself, but Aunt Wang said that she would not let her children touch anything.

The little bald head has nothing to do and starts to move the stool again.

Young Master Bai stretched out his hand to hold the child, and took her out for a walk.

The little bald head walked slowly this time, so he let the little brother lead him very obediently, and the white cat walked in front of her.

An old leader asked when they saw him: "Yeah, who is this boy? How do you dress up?"

"My brother, just got down from the mountain."

When Bai Zhun saw him, everyone said that the child belonged to his family.

When I came out for a walk at this time, I ran into the old men in the compound.

Bai Zhun’s move is undoubtedly to reveal the identity of the bald head.

Young Master Bai has always thought of a lot since he was a child. Since he is his own child, he must be mixed in military and political affairs in the future. He has to cultivate the toughness of cultivating the child again, at least so that no one else will provoke the young. A nine.

Boys, just need to be more prudent.

This is what his grandfather often said when raising him. Young Master Bai thought that this method should also be applicable to Xiao Ajiu.

The little bald head was originally soft and cute, and several old heads who were up in the past had to hug her when they met.

"Amitabha." The little bald head bowed, and the model shook his head in a mockery: "Ajiu is too heavy, grandpa can't hold it."

The adjutants who followed will not let the old chiefs hold them, coaxing the old people like children.

You can't hug anymore, you have to squeeze.

Who knows that the Bai family’s guards are very good, and when they see them doing it, they say: "Grandpa, it’s too early, Jiu has to go back to wash his hands and sleep, and I will take her out tomorrow morning to accompany the grandpas. Fighting military physical boxing."

"Go, go, what a little fox." The old chiefs liked the boys of the Bai family, and there were grandchildren among them, but the fire burned when they thought of their grandchildren.

Children, they were more sensible when they were younger, and when they grow up, they become farther and farther away from themselves...

After Xiao Bald returned to the villa, he obediently asked her little brother to wash her hands, then arched his body and took out his little package.

There are scriptures, some monk clothes, and other messy things, all related to the Buddha.

The little bald head first opened the scriptures and scribbled the scriptures on the wooden table seriously.

This is what she does every day before going to bed. If she doesn't do it, the Buddha will blame her.

After copying the scriptures, the little bald head began to write a diary.

After finishing the diary, it must be mailed to a place on a regular basis. Although the master hasn't said it, the little bald knows in his heart that it must be her mother and brother that they are not worried about her, and let her write in her daily life.

So since that day, the little bald head has been writing in the diary very seriously.

"My little brother and I came to the city today. The houses in the city are so big, and there are planes that will dust. My little brother is very good to me, he gives me white rice to eat, and people come to wrestle with me, although The level of those people is not very good, but I am still very happy. People at the foot of the mountain are not easy to communicate. Buddha Wuli said that time is omnipotent, and I will slowly let everyone..." The little bald head wrote here, scratching Scratched his head.

Bai Zhun, who was just wiping his head after taking a shower, was originally still watching. Seeing the little guy stopped, he chuckled and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Little brother, jeshou, how do you write the two words? Ah Jiu forgot." The little bald brows were tangled in distress.

The smile on the corners of Bai Zhun’s lips grew stronger, and he hugged the little guy over and placed it on his lap. Then, with his white fingers, he passed Xuan Ajiu’s hand, and the beautiful words appeared clearly. In the diary: "Accept."

The little bald head looked at the handwriting that was obviously different from his own, and felt that she wrote too much like a dog crawling. Why?

"My handwriting is not good." The little guy looked up and asked: "The handwriting is not good, will you take a duck egg?"

Bai Zhun squeezed her face and comforted: "No, the writing is not good, it is usually inherited."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

I have to say, in some respects, Master Bai gave the truth all at once.

The little bald head finally finished writing today's diary, combined the small book and said: "I'm going to wash it for nothing."