Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 89 No.80 Chapter Eight: So Diligent
Song Qiu was finally forced to accept the money bag, put it on his body properly, and dug a hole at the foot of the bed to bury it.

After all, Zhang Yang is a man of great strength and strength, so he tied up several bundles of firewood in twos and threes, dragging two bundles with one hand, and went down the mountain.

Zhang Lihua curled her lips, dragging her bundle of firewood to follow behind.

Song Qiu, who was holding a hatchet with both hands relaxed, was full of black lines, and quickly helped Lihua to hold half of it, and the two of them went down the mountain with a bundle of firewood.

The road down the mountain is actually not easy to walk. If you don’t pay attention, you may be thrown forward if you don’t pay attention. Zhang Yang looked back at the two little girls from time to time, and told them to walk slowly.

After walking for a while, he suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Is there anyone new to our village recently?"

"Yes, a peddler who sells copper parts came here yesterday. He sold them from door to door, and he said that he would accept any copper parts from the house, and he would not be afraid of rust." Zhang Lihua answered quickly. .

"Brother, why do you ask this? I haven't seen you caring about the affairs of the village before when you came back?"

"I'm just asking." Zhang Yang shook his head, but didn't say anything more.

Song Qiu, who had been listening all the time, felt a little strange for some reason.

She suddenly remembered that what some men in black mentioned that day seemed to belong to Fifth Master.

And last time, Zhang Yang seemed to tell her, what Hong Wuye are you doing with?

Besides, Zhang Yang didn't come back sooner or later, but he came back at this time.

The person who killed the man in black came to look for that thing, would Zhang Yang do the same?
Song Qiu felt that she was a detective, but there was nothing she could do. Her brain turned faster than ordinary people, and with the fact that there were so many dramas, it was no wonder that she had a big brain.

What if, that's what she thought?
Song Qiu suspiciously looked away from the back of Zhang Yang's head, thinking whether to hold back and take a look?
Zhang Laodou was sitting in the yard talking to the old man Zhang who came to chat with him from the same village.

The three people can be seen from a distance from the mountain downhill to this side.

The old man Zhang also heard that Zhang Yang was back. He liked this clever kid since he was a child, and wanted to say something nice for him, lest his grandparents always think he was out of tune.

He laughed and said, "Brother, is your kid Zhang Yang back? Hey, it's really hard work to collect so much firewood from the mountain just now."

Zhang Laodou hummed twice in his heart, but said in his mouth: "This kid just doesn't want to stay at home, so he is still diligent."

But as soon as the words fell, Zhang Yang, dragging two bundles of firewood in one hand, went straight into the Song family's yard, and said with a grin, "Aqiu, I'll move all the firewood to the stove for you to put away!"

Then he swaggered into the stove house, and then came out empty-handed, before heading towards Zhang's courtyard, "Hey, Uncle Zhang is here, how have you always been?"

The old man Zhang, who wanted to praise others but praised a lonely one, smiled dryly, "Okay, okay, it's hard for you kid to remember me, your mouth is so sweet."

Zhang Yang then boasted a few words, then slipped out of the courtyard and disappeared.

Zhang Laotou looked at Zhang Laodou's face, "Brother, I have been out for a long time, and I will go home now, and I will come to see you tomorrow."

"Hey!" Zhang Laodou responded, but he didn't look angry.

The old man Zhang went out with his hands behind his back, and he shook his head a lot thinking about it. This kid is clever, but he just offends his family. With such a sweet mouth, why doesn't he know how to please his elders.

Old Yuan Shi followed Song Qiu into the stove house, and seeing someone pouring water, he couldn't help saying: "Why did Zhang Yang come back to help collect firewood?"

Song Qiu was dumbfounded, he must have done it himself.

Old Yuan Shi sighed, changed his tune and said, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go hunt pigweed."

In addition to pigs and chickens, the family now has a mule, which is a lot of work.

As for what to feed the mules, Song Qiu also inquired from the old man. Farmers can't feed the animals with good things, but the mules need to pull, so they can't just eat grass, but they can also feed them with some beans.

So when Song Qiu came back, he bought a bag of soybeans at the grocery store. The beans from previous years were about to come out, and they were even cheaper, and they weren't worth much at all.

In addition, the grass also needs to be fed.

So today Song Qiu also changed into a pannier, and went out with Zhang Lihua to Nanniwan.

Zhang Lihua dared to say it all the way out of the village, "Aqiu, look, my brother must have nothing to eat tonight."

"I'll cook a handful of extra rice later, and leave a bowl of porridge for him," Song Qiu said.

Zhang Lihua was worried, "It's not a big deal. You said my brother always runs out, he's too old, so don't rush to talk about his wife. There is no land in this house. Where can my wife live? What's more, Aqiu, you said that if my brother really asks for a wife and comes back, he won’t be forced by my grandma to do endless work every day, right? That’s going to hurt his daughter.”

Zhang Lihua muttered, and Zhang Yang, who came out of nowhere, pulled her hair from behind and made a face at her, "Little girl, why worry about so many things? Old lady!"

"Your brother, I need you to worry about this? Don't worry about it, just take care of yourself."

After all, she ignored her, and went to Song Qiu on his own, "Aqiu, what are you going to do? I'll help you, and drive the car. When will you learn? Or start tomorrow? Learn early and learn early." OK."

Song Qiu listened, and remembered the conjecture just now. If Zhang Yang came back for that, he might have a mission on him, so he couldn't stay at home for too long.

She didn't know whether that fifth master was good or bad, but looking at Yang Zhengqi's facial features, she never felt that he would do anything bad by adultery.

"Then start learning early tomorrow morning. If I learn early, I can drive my own car and go wherever I want."

Zhang Yang nodded, grabbed the sickle in Song Qiu's hand, and got busy.

When he talks a lot, he talks a lot, but when he does things seriously, he is very serious.

Song Qiu didn't have time to move, and soon asked Zhang Yang to fill a basket.

Zhang Yang finished playing Song Qiu's basket, saw his sister was still squatting busy, gave her a very disgusted look, walked over to squeeze her away, "sit while sitting." Then he went to work.

Zhang Lihua pursed her lips, and happily sat next to Song Qiu. The two of them watched the ducks play on the wet mud and the sunset in the sky. It was very pleasant.

Two people sitting, one person working, this situation, as usual, seems to have returned to many times in the past.

Zhang Lihua sighed reminiscently, "Brother, Aqiu, let's go play in the small river ditch tomorrow!"

"You think you're still young." Zhang Yang buried his head in his work, only freeing his mouth to say something to her.

Zhang Lihua looked as if you didn't have a good taste, "Aqiu, forget it if he doesn't go, let's go tomorrow, catch some small fish and shrimps, move some crabs, and you fried the one last time, okay? It's delicious! My mouth is watering just thinking about it now!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Yang immediately turned around, "What are you frying? Are you eating small fish, shrimps, and earth crabs? That's delicious? Can you really eat it?"

Zhang Lihua ignored him, just cupped her face and looked at Song Qiu, "Ah Qiu, the craftsmanship is the best!"

(End of this chapter)