Traveling through the ages: the apocalyptic couple salted fish lie down and win!

Chapter 211 Dig the cellar again
Mu Dalin, who is about to scare people: Where is bored at home?Besides, he wouldn't go out alone.

When the three of them walked to the door, Jian Qingling pretended not to know anything and reached out to push the door open.

The door was pushed open easily, and then
"Ah, Dad, so you are at home." Jian Qingling took a step back pretending to be surprised.

The five old people sitting in the living room turned their heads to look at the door at the same time. Seeing that she was frightened, they all laughed.

Jian Qingling patted her chest and went back into the living room to call out, "Ms. Liu, Aunt Zhou, Uncle Hu, Aunt Hu, you are here too."

"Here, we saw smoke coming out of your chimney at noon, so we came to your house with Lao Hu and the others. Didn't it scare you just now?"

This frightening idea was proposed by the host, the old man Mu.

After Zhou Lanxin finished speaking, she stood up and walked to several people, looked at the child in Mumu's arms, and saw that the child was asleep, so she sat back without disturbing her.

"Do you think I didn't look like I was frightened just now? You really are..." Bored.

But she didn't say what she said later, so as not to offend others, she could only replace it with a helpless expression.

Everyone immediately looked at Father Mu, it's no wonder they, the instigator is here.

Father Mu showed an embarrassed smile.

"Grandpa, I'm back, Grandpa Liu, Grandma Zhou, Grandpa Hu, Grandma Hu, hello." At this moment, Mo Han's voice sounded like heaven from behind Jian Qingling, and at the same time broke the awkward situation .

"Little Mohan, come over to Grandpa." Father Mu immediately raised a smile and beckoned people to sit beside him. Little Mohan came at the right time and relieved him.

Mo Han hurriedly ran to sit down beside his grandfather, and sat quietly. When someone looked at him, he would smile at that person with crooked eyebrows, very well-behaved.

"You continue to chat, I will carry the child to the room to sleep."

Seeing that everyone was talking and laughing again, Jian Qingling hugged the child from Mother Mu's arms, said hello to the rest, and went back to the room.

"Old Mu, is Xiao Ling angry with me?"

After she left, Mother Mu went to sit next to Father Mu and looked worriedly at Jian Qingling's door.

Father Mu stared at Mother Mu, and scolded: "What are you thinking, Xiao Ling is not that kind of person."

If you really want to be angry, you are also angry with his father-in-law, who made this ghost idea.

Jian Qingling placed her daughter on her small wooden bed, then opened the luggage on her back, put them one by one into the cabinet, packed them up, and left the room.

As soon as she left the room, she heard Mrs. Zhou and the others say she was going back.

"Ms. Zhou, we just came back and haven't had a good chat yet. Why are you leaving?" Jian Qingling hurriedly left a message.

"It's getting late, we won't sit down, come over to play tomorrow." Zhou Lanxin waved her hand and refused.

In fact, I was worried that they would talk too loudly and wake up the children Wanwan, and they could chat any day they wanted.

"Oh, remember to come and play with my parents tomorrow." Jian Qingling warmly invited.

However, she didn't think that way in her heart. There was only one door between her room and the living room. It was impossible for these people to sit in the yard all the time when they came to play.

If they chat in the living room, won't it affect their cultivation?
"Don't worry, we will definitely come." Aunt Hu promised with a smile.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, are you leaving now? Why don't you sit a little longer?" Mu Ziteng just came out of the kitchen, just in time to meet several people walking to the gate of the courtyard.

"I won't sit down today, there are still things to do at home." Teacher Liu replied with a smile.

Mu Ziteng didn't force him to stay either.

"By the way, third child, is that food you picked up just now?" After the guests left, Mother Mu thought of asking her son.

"Yes, I brought it from my hometown, and I will bring over the grain from the cellar over there one after another." In fact, after Mufu Mumu came over, Xiao Lingzi went to the cellar to collect all the grain into her space .

"It's fine to bring them here. There's no one over there, so it's not safe to put them there. But, where are you going to put them? There's no cellar or anything like that here." Father Mu picked up the pipe from his waist and walked towards gazebo.

Mu Ziteng also came to sit down at the gazebo, thought for a while and asked, "Why don't we dig a cellar here too?"

"Success, where are you going to dig? Is it in your room or mine?" Father Mu stopped loading the tobacco leaves, and looked at Muziteng with bright eyes.

"I can't do that, it made my daughter rest."

Mu Ziteng refused to dig in his room without thinking about it. With his father here, he would definitely dig the cellar with him, and the speed of digging the cellar would slow down. Besides, he had to get food from his room every few days , how inconvenient.

"Then dig in our room, and start tomorrow." Regarding the sleep problem of his granddaughter, Father Mu decided decisively to dig in his own room.

"Okay, Dad." Fortunately, the digging tools they took out at the beginning were not retracted into the space.

Jian Qingling took the sheet and quilt into Mo Han's room to make a bed for him. As soon as he came out of his room, he saw him releasing his supernatural power on a cage of vegetables by the side of the vegetable field. It was twice the size of other dishes, and she immediately interrupted her heart suddenly.

"Xiao Han, I've already tidied up your room, you can go back and practice."

Don't give birth to that cabbage here again, if the elders find out, they will think you are a monster.

"Okay, Mom."

Mo Han let go of the hand holding the cabbage, only then did he realize what he had done, and looked up at Jian Qingling with a guilty conscience.

"Mom." Mo Han shouted, then lowered his head again, like a child who made a mistake.

Uh. Although he looks like a child, his soul is not.

Isn't it hypocritical to make such an innocent gesture?
Noticing Mo Han's embarrassment, Jian Qingling smiled unkindly. Is it too late to discover the mistake at this time?

Sighing secretly, he knelt down and patted the child on the back. After all, it was a child, "Go."

Jian Qingling brushed the cabbage with her hand, and the cabbage entered her space.

"Thank you, mom." Mo Han saw that his mother had helped him finish it, and immediately thanked him with a smile, and then ran away cheerfully.

From the next day, Mu Ziteng was called by Mu's father to dig a cellar in his room, Mu's mother was in charge of cooking at home, and Jian Qingling was in charge of taking care of the children.

At night, after Mu Chenwan fell asleep, the two of them quietly left the room and teleported away from the yard.

A few minutes later, it was the same operation again, pulling the last cold noodles away from Xiaomei's house, but this time there were two more pots of seasoning.

(End of this chapter)