Lingquan Space: The group pet, the little lucky girl, is busy with the sea and farming

The next day Yunman got up and saw that the bamboo dug under the fence had been buried.She followed Su Genliang to the bamboo forest on the mountain.

"It's really cold this year," said Su Genliang, who pulled bamboo shoots everywhere but failed. "The thunder drum of Jing Zhe has been beaten, and these lazy people are still lying on the ground."

Su Yunman found it funny after hearing her father's description, but it was true.It stands to reason that the peach blossoms are in full bloom at this time, and spring plowing must be arranged.But it's really cold right now and everyone is waiting for this long overdue rain.

"But this bamboo is very good." Su Genliang played with the bamboo pole that had survived the cold winter.Hearing the sound, he knew that this year's bamboo was very resilient.He couldn't help itching. "Let's cut more. Daddy'll make some little baskets for you to play with."

"Make up for my sister. I use it at home."

"Son, you still remember my sister's diligence." Su Genliang said, but the smile on the corner of his mouth showed that he was still happy for the feeling that the sisters missed each other.

It is easy to cut bamboo, but difficult to transport it.In the past, there were only a few pieces.If Su Genliang dragged them home alone, he would be fine.But now there are dozens of yuan to take home, all of which are fat and big-bellied bamboos.That way we can't pull it manually.

Su Genliang used the vines torn from the side to tie ten bamboos into two rows.After the two men tied up all the bamboos, they carried them to the river below the mountain.He said to Yunmaner: "When I drink tea, you push them into the river one by one. Do you know?"

Su Yunman nodded.

She stayed by the river for a while.She was bored, she fed the fish in the koi pond and told the fish about Li Ce.

To be honest, when she went to see Miss Tian, ​​Su Yunman even threw a few pieces of fish food to pray for Li Ce and Miss Tian.

"Oh, I really wish I could go out and have a look." Su Yunman sat by the koi pond, stretched her hand into the pond, felt the touch of the koi, and was very yearning. "If you don't go out with brother Qingxian, how can I go out when I grow up..."

Jiangnan is more lenient to women, but I haven't seen any girl who can go out alone.

Even Mrs. Zhao's support for the Zhao family is in jeopardy.The Zhao family behind her only regards her as the manager of the family property, and never feels that the family property belongs to her.

Su Yunman was a little depressed, but it was comforting to think of her family.After all, her parents and siblings have always liked her, which is understandable.

While she was in a daze, the time for a cup of tea passed.Su Yunman clapped her hands and pushed down the row of bundled bamboos.The bamboo raft sank and floated several times in the river, and finally floated stably on the water.Then she slowly went downhill with the river.

Su Yunman waited until the first row was far away before pushing the second row down.The last line is tied into two lines.Su Yunman looked at the draft in the front row, took it apart, and tied it into two rows.

Su Genliang hurried to the river section closest to his home and built a small dam with stones and wood.The dam was not built to prevent the bamboo raft from going down the river, but to slow down the bamboo raft so that Su Genliang could fish it up.

Su Genliang had already taken off his shoes and pants, stepped on a stone and threw it into the river.

Although the river in early spring does not freeze, it is unbearably cold.Su Genliang stood on the stone for a while, his legs became numb.

"Father, I'll help you!" Su Haichao came back from Heyuan.When he heard that his father and sister had gone to the mountain to cut bamboo, he came to help.When he heard voices in the river, he came over.

Seeing that he was about to take off his shoes, Su Genliang hurriedly stopped him. "Stand over there later and help me move."

While speaking, the bamboo stool floated out from the corner of the room.Su Genliang was holding a harpoon in his hand, and when he approached, he hooked the vine tied to the harpoon.The bamboo stool slowly slowed down, bumping twice before stopping.