Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Tang Yan was very jealous of the work that Yan Beichen was responsible for.

Brother Yan is just carving chess pieces and painting the chessboard, which is too comfortable. These tasks are relatively delicate, and you can carve them slowly for some time, during which you can enjoy tea and chat.

Tang Yan couldn't figure out what went wrong, why he was assigned menial tasks? He was sweating profusely all day long, and several brocade robes were ruined. He was tired and thin.

"Beichen, I think I'm possessed." Tang Yan said.

Yan Beichen had a chess piece carved on his hand and said casually: "Finally noticed?"

"I'm not stupid!" Tang Yan shook his fan, "Zhang Sanniang used Dabao to force me to work. I guess she must have noticed that my feelings for Dabao are unusual."

Yan Beichen said lightly: "Isn't this obvious? Even the yellow dog at the alley can see it."

Tang Yan said angrily: "I am talking to you about Zhang Sanniang, but you are talking nonsense to me!"

Yan Beichen laughed, "Tell me, what do you think she saw?"

"She sensed that I wanted to steal the child," Tang Yan said with a determined look on his face, "She couldn't possibly know my true identity. The only explanation is that she thought I wanted to recognize Dabao as my son, so she tried to make things difficult for me every day!"

Yan Beichen almost cut his hand with the carving knife. Where have all the books this guy read? It's hopeless.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm not at her mercy!"

Yan Beichen smiled, "I don't believe it."

Sure enough, Yan Beichen's judgment was correct.

Not to mention the frenzied work of chopping firewood and hoisting bathtubs, Zhang Biluo even had to call Dabao when changing window screens and bed curtains. Wouldn't he stab his uncle in the heart with a knife?

When Tang Yan rushed to the neighboring courtyard, Zhang Biluo was still reluctant, "Is it ridiculous for you, a foreigner, to come to my house to change the bed curtain?"

Tang Yan was so angry, "Leave it to me! I've covered all the window screens, and I'll only change the bed curtains for Dabao. I'll leave it to the head office, right?!"

"This is of your own free will. I'm a helpless little widow, so I'm not forcing you."

Therefore, Tang Yan learned to change yarn and account.

"Protecting his nephew" is his belief. Driven by this intention, he has gradually let go of his aristocratic young master's figure and become more and more down-to-earth.

Even Zhang Biluo felt that with Tang Yan's spirit of study, it wouldn't be long before he could even go to the fields and cultivate the land.

Although the new window screen is not as expensive as the soft smoke, it is also a brand new silver-red color. Zhang Biluo smiled and said: "The window screen is so beautiful, if there are flowers all over the courtyard..."

Dabao opened the window and poked his head out of the room, "Mom, I will plant flowers for you."

Tang Yan was anxious, "It's me..."

"No need for you, I'll give it to my mother!" Dabao said very seriously, "Mom, I'm serious, no outsiders need to interfere."

outsider:……

Zhang Biluo was very moved. She thought about it and smiled: "Bao, Mom thinks this yard is still too small. When Mom earns enough money, she can change to a yard with a garden. Then Dabao will plant flowers for Mom.

Okay?"

Erbao shouted from inside the house: "Mom, we will buy you a yard. My brother and I are saving money."

Dabao also said: "We both kept the pocket money that mother gave me. I have only bought flowers for my mother these days, and I have saved the rest for her."

Tang Yan was heartbroken when he heard this. He really wanted to run to the next door, grab Yan Beichen's collar and yell: "Listen carefully, what kind of life is the Yan family and grandchildren living? What did this woman teach, the children?"

They have all become so stingy!

The words of the two children made Zhang Biluo's heart suddenly soften, "You can spend your pocket money as you should, and we will discuss the rest when you grow up. However, no matter where we are, the flowers will belong to Dabao. Is this okay?"

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Erbao was not happy, "I can plant it too."

"Okay, here's my little second child."

Tang Yan was so angry that he trembled, "Why are you so arrogant? They are still children. You, can you treat children well?"

Look, just when he wanted to spare Tang Yan, he pushed himself up, and he wouldn't be sorry if he didn't give in to him.

"Master Tang, please stay." Zhang Biluo walked over with a smile on his face.

Tang Yan was immediately alert, feeling vaguely uneasy, here it comes again, here it comes again, don't come close, don't speak!

Zhang Biluo smiled and said: "My Dabao's martial arts training has been a bit slow recently."

Tang Yan snorted from his nose, "Can you not be slow? Don't even look at what kind of teacher you are looking for? I want to help you find a master you can trust, but you won't listen!"

"It has nothing to do with Mr. Xing. Dabao is stagnant because there is no one to serve as a sparring partner..."

Tang Yan's alarm bell was ringing, danger! Don't let her get around you, don't nod your head, don't listen to anything, don't agree to anything.

"Alas..." Zhang Biluo's routine started again.

Tang Yan was most afraid of her sighing, and he already knew the following words by heart - I am a little widow, what can I do? It is too difficult to raise a child by myself.

Tang Yan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Don't even think about sparring!"

"Ah, Mr. Tang doesn't want to? What should we do?"

"Don't look at me, I refuse!"

"Mr. Tang, you are idle anyway."

"Is this young master's time used for sparring? I still have to chop wood and carry water!"

"Young Master Tang would rather do this than practice swordsmanship with Dabao?" Zhang Biluo was extremely puzzled, "Ordinarily you should agree immediately."

"Zhang Sanniang, I will never let you get what you want!"

"It's strange. It was easy to handle originally, but why is it so hard to use?"

Dabao opened the window again and said, "Mom, don't look for him. I have a famous teacher to teach me, and he knows he can't beat me, so he refuses."

Zhang Biluo suddenly realized, "No wonder! Dabao, although Mr. Tang is not good enough, we can't look down on him. Some people are born with poor physical strength and can't even hold a sword. This must be the reason why Mr. Tang refuses to train with him."

Tang Yan couldn't help but say, "Who said I'm not good enough! I have good physical strength!"

"I don't believe it, you definitely can't do it."

Tang Yan was anxious, "As a man, how can you say no? Although I am not good at weapons, I am not incapable of tying a chicken. Isn't it just sword practice? I have Brother Ji here, who can give me some tips and accompany me.

Your young master can always accompany you."

Zhang Biluo smiled brightly, "You said this yourself. I'm a little widow, so I didn't force you."

Tang Yan suddenly realized, ah ah, this damn desire to win.

Zhang Biluo was satisfied. He didn't know before that the person in the wheelchair was the child's father. Now that he knew it, wouldn't it be a waste if he left it alone? Yan Beichen was galloping on the battlefield and was a great master. With just a few pointers, Dabao would make rapid progress.

Yan Beichen is injured and cannot wield the sword for the time being, so it would be a good idea to let the boy and his uncle serve as sparring partners. Aren't they good friends? They should be neat and tidy.

Although Tang Yan is an annoying uncle, he has a deep love for his nephew. Zhang Biluo really wants to sing a song to him:

Listen to me, thank you, because of you...