Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8312 Who is it?

A few people jumped out of the warehouse and went straight to other houses, and as usual, it was the white clothed person leading the way.

He walked in front, knew the way, and there was no obstacle at all.

In the storeroom, the guy who stayed behind was still conscientiously filling the rice bag next to him, shoveling shovel by shovel into the bag, imagining in his heart that his mother would wake up tomorrow morning and see the fragrant white rice on the table. Mi Fan must be happy, and praise him for his filial piety and ability.

Thinking about it this way, the young man became more powerful in his work, and felt that he had endless energy.

Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the twine bag beside him.

The twine bag was placed firmly at his feet, but he tilted his head to look at it, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Then shoveling, there is only the rustling sound of the shovel rubbing against the rice grains in the warehouse.

After a while, he dropped the shovel, picked up the twine bag, weighed it, and put it back.

Scratching his head, he said to himself, "What's the matter, this bag isn't very deep, why can't it be full for a long time!"

Then he looked up, down, left, and right at the twine bag, and there was no loophole. What's going on?

Then he shoveled, and several more shovels passed by. He looked again, and it was strange, the bag was still the same, and it was always only four or five shovels away from being full.

What's going on?

I shoveled so many shovels before, not to mention filling up the rest, even if I get another empty bag, it can be filled again.

Is it evil?

This kid was also a stunned young man, he turned his head and looked around, picked up the shovel in his hand and searched in every corner.

After looking around, there was nothing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, probably because he scared himself, and then went on to shovel into the bag.

As soon as I shoveled, I immediately turned my head to take a look, and after I shoveled, I took another quick look.

Well, this time the previous situation did not happen again, the bag was being filled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He pulled out a rope from his body to tie the mouth of the bag tightly, and was going to find another twine bag to fill in the rice. Good things come in pairs!
"Here, here's your bag!"

Someone passed a twine bag from the side.

He subconsciously took it, and said to the person who handed the bag, "Thank you brother."

"You're welcome!" The man responded politely.

He shook off the bag and was about to continue shoveling when he suddenly froze.

Then, he jumped up suddenly, waved the shovel in his hand and swept it behind him, "Who?"

"I!"

Behind him, at some point stood a man. The man was tall and tall, his facial features were shrouded in shadows, but his eyes were strangely cold and stern.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" The boy holding the shovel asked tremblingly.

The person hidden in the shadows laughed lowly, and instead of responding, he slapped a palm here.

The shovel fell to the ground, and the boy with the shovel went black before his eyes and fell limply. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard screams like killing a pig from the yard outside, as if it was his gang...

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It was dawn, and the sun came out.

When a group of people had breakfast at the big table in the private room of the restaurant last night, they found that two people were missing.

"Qing'er, why didn't Tang Yazi and Xiao An come over for dinner?" The old grandson looked around and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing was instructing the guys to set the dishes and serve morning tea, when she heard the old grandson's question, she turned her head and said, "The two of them have gone to do some errands, and they will be here in a while."

"What are you going to do early in the morning?" Da Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled mysteriously, and kept it a secret.

Mrs. Da Sun didn't continue to ask, because the table was already covered with an assortment of morning tea, and all kinds of scents were entangled, so that Mrs. Sun didn't have the mood to ask other questions, and all her thoughts were put on the rich morning tea in front of her. up.

"Ah, just eat such a rich meal in the morning? Isn't this too extravagant?"

Da Sun picked up the chopsticks, not knowing what to eat first, everything looked so tempting.

"Qing'er, what is this? Why do these dumplings look different from the dumplings we usually eat? They are white and tender, and you can still see the stuffing inside. They are also beautifully wrapped, like willow leaves, but they are cheaper than willow leaves. Full and round!"

"Uncle, grandma, those are shrimp dumplings, crystal shrimp dumplings."

Without waiting for Yang Ruoqing's answer, Feng'er actually helped and took the initiative to answer.

"Ah, Feng'er knows a lot, Da Shunzi, do you know?" Da Sun asked her grandson again.

He found that his grandson was engrossed in eating, and he was at a loss when faced with her question.

Dasun directly sighed, and said: "The children in this capital city are different from those in small county towns, and this knowledge is different."

Xiaohua said: "Auntie, you can't say that. Feng'er only recognized it after eating it last time. It was a blind cat that caught a dead mouse."

Da Sun said: "That's also a skill. Look at my Da Shunzi, he probably hasn't eaten it before, so he can't tell what it is."

"Huangmao, Dajie, I really want to tell you about you. What do you do with the money? If you don't feed the children well, you won't have much knowledge." Both Dajie and Huangmao blushed. Dajie coughed and said, "Mom, it's not as serious as you said."

Huang Mao was also a little embarrassed, and explained: "Mother, it's not that I don't give him food, there are other reasons."

Da Sun said: "I don't care what the reason is, anyway, I think our grandsons are both thin and weak, and they must have not eaten or drank well."

Dajie shook his head straight, "The child can't be too fat, you see, it's so annoying like me, it's hard to move."

Anyway, there were no outsiders here, so Dajie patted his big belly, making it chubby and swaying.

Da Sun said: "It's better to be fatter. If you are too thin, you will be blown away by a gust of wind. Anyway, I don't worry about taking care of the children. Leave the children at home after the Chinese New Year next year. I will feed them!"

"Auntie, if you feed the child, the child will probably be fed into two little piggies by you." Yang Ruoqing walked over, pressed the shoulder of the eldest Sun, and joked.

"I'm angry." Mrs. Sun was still talking.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Why are you so angry? Dajie and Huangmao are in good condition, and they will also deprive the children of food and drink?"

"Besides, Huguang County has a lot of water and rivers, and the fish and shrimp are the most abundant. If you want to eat shrimp dumplings, isn't it a matter of hooking little fingers, right Huangmao?"

Huang Mao nodded again and again, "Yes, I didn't give them prawns because their brothers are a bit allergic to prawns, and if they eat too much, they will easily grow small red spots. The doctor should try to eat as little as possible."

Yang Ruoqing slapped her hands together, and then said to Da Sun: "Did you hear, Auntie? I have allergies and I really can't just eat it casually."

Da Sun's face was full of astonishment, he looked at the two grandsons, and then went to see Da Jie and Huang Mao.

"What's the matter? Every time I write to you, don't you always say that the two children are doing well, why do you have allergies again? You both report good news and not bad news!"

(End of this chapter)