monk family

Chapter 913 Catastrophe
Red Ridge Mountains.

Fu family.

The war is coming.

Fu Zhihong ordered the clansmen to move into the Seven-Color Pagoda as quickly as possible, with priority given to monks, and now there are only [-] clansmen without spiritual roots still living outside the pagoda.

It is golden autumn in October.

The paddy fields surrounding the colorful pagodas are patches of yellow and orange rice.

at this time.

The sun has set.

However, in the paddy field in the west of the city, there are still two figures, two big and seven young, busy in the field. Behind them is a pile of rice that looks like a hill. The two adults at the head, Jasmine, put the cut ears of rice behind her, Supporting her waist, her stomach was already swollen, and it took a lot of effort to straighten herself up. She finally stood firm. She twisted her neck and said to the female doll closest to her:
"Jasmine, you go home and feed the pig food first, and then bring over the pancakes and torches baked last night. At noon tomorrow, it will be our family's turn to enter the tower. A paddy field has been cut."

Take these two acres of rice.

Their family of nine can fill their stomachs once they enter the tower.

"Okay, mother."

Jasmine didn't lift her head.

He cut a few more handfuls of rice neatly before getting up.

The pear flower next to her paused at the speed of cutting rice, and did not get up. She looked down at Jasmine who was going further and further away, with envy flashing in her eyes. When she returned home, although she was still working, she always straightened up, and She could still have a full meal for the first time, so she ate a pancake and a bowl of porridge in the morning, and her stomach was already singing empty city tricks.

"Hey, I don't know what my mother thinks."

Pear Blossom muttered.

She eavesdropped on the conversation between her mother and father at night. She had accumulated half a year's worth of food reserves in the granary, but the meals only made people three-thirds full. The work was light on weekdays, and they could still withstand it. Going to the fields to harvest rice for three days is hard for a grown man, let alone the seven sisters.

but.

Mother was born in a month.

Leng didn't say a word, and followed them to work from dawn to dusk, how could they dare to complain.

"Hey!"

Lihua glanced at her mother's big belly above her.

Sighed deeply.

Mother and father are desperate, and they also want to have a younger brother and sister with spiritual roots.However, their ancestors have never produced spiritual root monks in the last three generations, no matter how hard they try, the hope is very slim.

"I hope mother and father's wish will come true this time."

Pear Blossom imagined in her mind.

At this moment, the sickle in her hand was infused with spiritual power.

She just swipe.

All the rice in the field can be brought down neatly.

in this way.

Their family can go back to have breakfast and sleep well:

"very hungry!"

Lihua is the third among the seven sisters. She is like an invisible person on weekdays, but when it comes to the dinner table, no one eats faster than her. When it is time to eat with an open belly during the Chinese New Year, she eats more than her father.

"So hungry!"

"Grumble!"

Lihua tightened the waist rope again and again, but she was still hungry.

suddenly.

In the rice fields ahead of her.

There is a green vine, which bears a bright red fruit, the size of a thumb, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Gudong!"

Lihua couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

She stretched out her hand unconsciously, and then retracted it like lightning:
"no!"

since childhood.

She was admonished.

Unknown wild flowers and fruits should not be swallowed carelessly.

(End of this chapter)