Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

Qian Duoduo thought of her seasonings. She planned to grind them into powder after drying, and then put them in a smaller bamboo tube. There should be several holes in the cover of one layer.

Thinking of Qian Duoduo, he simply went to Qian Xueyuan and knelt down on the ground to draw. After finishing the painting, he looked at Qian Xueyuan who also squatted down: "Brother, can this be made?"

Qian Xueyuan looked at it for a while, then nodded: "You can use a section of bamboo, cut one end, and use it as a cover with a hole inside, and buckle it in at the edge, and take the other section of bamboo as the cover. When the outer cover is used, the thinner part is also buckled in."

Qian Xueyuan looked at Qian Duoduo while talking: "It's similar to the bamboo tubes in our house, this can be done!"

Qian Duoduo nodded: "Brother, help me make some this afternoon. First make some smaller ones, about three fingers thick, and wait a few days to make some bigger ones and wrist-sized ones."

"Okay, I'll go up the mountain to chop bamboo!" Qian Xueyuan nodded, and walked happily to the woodshed! "

"Let Xuewen go with you?" Qian Duoduo said to Qian Xuewen who was writing on the ground not far away: "Xuewen and elder brother will go to the mountain to chop bamboo together!"

Qian Xuewen looked up at Qian Xueyuan's direction, but saw him looking at him with hope on his face.

Qian Xuewen's face was very displeased, and he was still bitter about Qian Xueyuan betting his family like this.

Looking at the expression on Qian Xuewen's face, Qian Xueyuan was a little bit disappointed. He knew that Xuewen was the one who had the biggest opinion of him in this family, because he gambled money himself, which prevented him from going to school.

Qian Xueyuan bowed his head guiltily.

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo stopped smiling and looked at Qian Xuewen and said, "Xuewen, go chop bamboo with elder brother, and you can let elder brother teach you how to write in the future!"

Qian Xuewen was stunned, and looked up at Qian Xueyuan, only to see his lost head lifted up, Qian Xuewen had a faint question in his eyes, after all, Qian Xueyuan is a person who has read books, and he reads and writes by himself every day , but still do not know many words.

If anyone taught….

Qian Xuewen had a hopeful look on his face. If someone taught him, he would be able to recognize more characters.

Even if that person is the last person he wants to forgive, but now that the family situation is improving, these are no longer important. As long as he doesn't gamble in the future, he can still accept this proposal.

"As long as the eldest brother promises me that he will never gamble again, I will go with him!" Qian Xuewen stood up, looked at Qian Xueyuan and said.

Qian Xueyuan's face turned pale, and he nodded solemnly: "Brother, I promise you that I will never gamble again!"

"Okay!" Let's go!

Qian Xuewen nodded in satisfaction, and took the lead to walk out of the yard.

Qian Xueyuan quickly took the hatchet and followed.

Qian Duoduo saw the two leaving, so he turned around and walked to the cowshed, untied the ox cart, Qian Wanli drove the ox cart to Wujia Village with Qian Duoduo and Qian Bingtong.

The bullock cart wobbled and soon reached a small alley in Wujia Village, when suddenly two people came not far away.

A man and a woman, when the two approached, the woman suddenly said quietly to the man beside her, "Hey, son, isn't this the fat girl your father ordered for you back then?"

The man looked at Qian Duoduo in disgust, turned his head and said lightly: "Mother, the engagement has been broken long ago, let's go!"