Shoufu's favored wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 432, serving the ancestors

If you look closely, you can see the dense cyan crabs looming in the mud pond, and the dark red crayfish are also swimming up and down among the aquatic plants.

The apocynum planted on the saline-alkali soil at the bottom of the mountain has matured, bending its waist with a gust of wind.

It was originally a wasteland, but the road leading to the east end of the village has been completely opened, the weeds have been cut off, and a large flat land has been cleared. Looking east from Xiaoqing's house, you can vaguely see a huge waterwheel, day and night. Constantly irrigating the tributaries.

After one rain after another, the tributaries have become abundant, moistening the farmland on both sides of the river. Rows of neatly painted houses and smoking brick kilns all indicate that this place is under construction in full swing. The backside of more than a dozen rows of houses has been doubled, and even the vegetable field has been reclaimed more. At this time, green vegetable seedlings have emerged, and a batch of finished products should be harvested before the frost.

"Moo~"

The old cow in the field let out a long cry, and whipped the mosquitoes and flies leisurely with its tail, as if telling passers-by that this large vegetable field was plowed out by oneself.

In the brightest room among a large group of blue-brick houses, there is the sound of a child reading loudly:

The world is dark and yellow, and the universe is wild.

The sun and the moon are surging, and the stars are listed.

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

Run more than adult years old, Lu Lu adjusts Yang.

A tall and handsome figure stood in the hall, with a straight figure, and the light shone into the room. The young man's unparalleled face was calm and focused, patrolling every immature child's face.

There is a small sand table in front of each child, Liu Yingfeng writes the words on the board in front, and the children will carefully trace them on the sand table stroke by stroke.

Listening to the clear sound of my children reading, the shirtless men outside worked harder.

Squatting on the roof and banging on it for a while, I habitually looked up at the entrance of the village. If there was no one, I continued to work hard.

However, when he looked up again today, he saw three horse-drawn carriages coming towards the village along the winding path. Looking from a distance, the troika is getting closer, and there is still something behind the carriage.

I didn't see how the man moved, he jumped off the roof quickly, and ran towards Li Zheng's house quickly without even splashing dust from a distance of several meters.

"Chuanzi, what are you doing? The shit is in such a hurry?"

The one who answered was the one who came back in one step, grabbed the jacket next to him and put it on, and then ran away without a trace.

Bullock carts are parked in front of Sun Ming’s house all the year round, and they have to deliver goods to the town every three to five times, or the yard can’t get out of the way. After the crops are finished, there will still be a month's work. This is the last time for things to grow on the mountain. When the mountain is covered by heavy snow, you can pick some Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms, and all the remaining fruits will be buried under the heavy snow. Take root and sprout, or rot into mud, no one can dig it out.

"Smash, smoke, smoke, smoke less, and smoke the child again!"

Wang Guihua was kneading noodles and preparing to steam steamed buns. Seeing Sun Ming sighing and wrinkling his face like old tree bark in the yard, he knew that he was thinking blindly again.

"Let me tell you, that child is a lucky star, and everything can be turned into good luck. Don't worry about it. If you have time, wipe off the edge of the oil tank for me. There are one or two in this family. Everyone is waiting to eat ready-made ones, treat me as an old woman, right?"

"Papa" slapped the dry noodles in her hand, Wang Guihua scooped a ladle of water into the cauldron, turned around to pick the small wild garlic, and chattered non-stop.

(End of this chapter)