Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household Chapter 426

Chapter 426

Han Qingsong, “Do you rember everything?”

Erwang, “Yes.”

Han Qingsong, “Repeat it.”

Erwang repeated the key points.

Maisui and Dawang then did the sa.

Although Dawang was rebellious, he listened to Lin Lan’s words. He didn’t care if he understood or not, all he had to do was morise it. Otherwise, a punishnt could have been awaiting him.

To be entirely honest, he was still afraid of being beaten by their Dark Lord father.

Sanwang was reminded 3 tis more before he managed to clarify his words. After all, he only managed to recite his mother’s words upon listening to her repeat it for the 3rd ti.

Xiaowang began to sing, “We can’t~ harm others, we can’t~ be unguarded…use ti~ well, study~ hard… be a good person… we can’t~ lack money, but money~ isn’t all~”

“Wow! Xiaowang is great!” Everyone applauded.

Xiaowang was a little shy and his face was flushed, but his eyes were narrowed when he smiled.

Lin Lan kissed him, “Kid, you’re really amazing. Okay, go play for a bit more or read so books before going to bed.”

When the children were playing, Han Qingsong took out the sorghum stalks that were stored at ho, which had been threshed and was left with only the seedlings. Using those, he intended to create a whisk broom.

During that era, there were several kinds of brooms that were used by farrs. The tall ones made of bamboo seedlings were called broomsticks, which were used to sweep the spacious yard; a smaller one made from sorghum was known as a whisk broom.

Han Qingsong got to work quickly and with Lin Lan’s help, he tied up two brooms in a short ti.

Lin Lan tried it before she boasted, “Director Han is so versatile— even sothing as hard as making a broom is no obstacle for him.”

So people truly didn’t know how to weave one properly, which usually resulted in them seeking help.

Han Qingsong was used to her little mouth being as sweet as honey, but every ti she praised him, he wanted to kiss her.

He saw that his work was almost done, but decided to keep it altogether as he no longer felt like doing it anymore.

Lin Lan, “You don’t want to finish it up?”

Han Qingsong, “It’s getting late.”

Lin Lan, “…”

How is it late? It’s so early!

Whenever Han Qingsong implied that it was getting late, it was a signal for them to start so kind of action.

This ant: my wife, it’s ti to claim you; let’s wash up and get on the kang.

Lin Lan whispered a few words to him, letting him know that for today, she had the right to refuse.

Han Qingsong looked at her, “Weren’t there still a few days left?” He rembered her nstrual cycle better than she did.

Lin Lan, “You know that it’s like a weather forecast— the timing is basically inaccurate. It will constantly be two days ahead or late. Being busy, tired, moody, cold or warm affects it a lot, so you shouldn’t care too much about the accuracy of the timings.”

Han Qingsong said, “You should go to an old Chinese doctor and be prescribed so dicine to recuperate.”

Lin Lan looked at him with a very understanding look, “You know about it?”

Han Qingsong, “It says in the commune doctor’s manual that we call it irregular nstruation.”

Lin Lan, “…” It was so strange to hear him say it so solemnly.

“I’ll have so jujube brown sugar drink, so just pay attention to yourself,” When it ca to irregular nstruation, 8 out of 10 won would have it and it wasn’t sothing that was curable with dicine.

That’s just how it was.