Smallholder Farming Daily

Chapter 41

The next day the sun rose high, the family members went to work, Pomegranate also made breakfast, and Qian Feng hadn't gotten up yet.

Pomegranate came to pull him, "Get up quickly, didn't you say you want to chop bamboo?"

Pomegranate didn't pull Qian Feng up, instead, Qian Feng pushed her hard and threw herself on Qian Feng.Qian Feng put his arms around the pomegranate and kissed him, his hands were dishonest and fumbled everywhere.

"Didn't you kiss and touch last night?" Shiliu shook her head and refused to let Qian Feng kiss.

"Last night was last night, and now is now." Qian Feng was about to take off Pomegranate's clothes when the door was suddenly pushed open, and two little guys ran in.Qian Feng was so frightened that he got under the quilt all at once, Shiliu hurriedly sat up and straightened his clothes.

"Second uncle, your silkworm baby has no mulberry leaves to eat!" Song Qiu came to lift the quilt, and Sui Er also came to help.

When Qian Feng heard that there were no more mulberry leaves, he sat up suddenly, put on his clothes indiscriminately, and ran out to see his silkworm baby. Song Qiu was right, the mulberry leaves were eaten to the brim.Qian Feng picked up a basket and ran out of the yard with the two little guys. Shiliu shouted: "Qian Feng, you haven't eaten breakfast yet!"

"I'll come back to eat after I finish picking the mulberry leaves." Qian Feng didn't feel that he was hungry, but he felt sorry for the silkworm baby.

Picking mulberry leaves was fast, and a basket full was picked in half an hour. Even though Songcone and Sui'er were children, they could help pick a lot.When they came back, Pomegranate had gone to the river to wash the clothes, cleaned the house, and fed the pigs.Qian Feng washed his face, brushed his teeth and ate breakfast. Pomegranate spread mulberry leaves with the two children, and played with the silkworm baby in his hand.

All the silkworms came out, and they climbed a dustpan densely.Qian Feng looked at the bowl while eating, and said, "It seems that at least fifteen dustpans need to be made."

Pomegranate asked in surprise, "Huh? Why do you want so many?"

"At this time, they are about the size of ants, but when they grow up, they will be very fat. If you don't prepare more, it will be uncomfortable to live in such a crowded place."

"Oh, then we have to chop a lot of bamboo."

"Don't worry, cut a little every day. They don't grow up overnight." After eating two bowls of porridge in a hurry, Qian Feng and Shiliu took their two children up the mountain, and took the cow with them along the way.In this way, the cattle are freed, and the cattle can help carry the bamboo when they return.

There are a lot of bamboos in this mountain, and the common people don’t have much use for it except to cut some baskets and baskets. Usually, they cut less, and it’s not good to use them as firewood. No one wants this, so there are as many bamboos on the mountain as they want. How many.

The pomegranates worked fast, and they cut two large bundles in a short time, while Qian Feng only chopped two small bundles.

"Pomegranate, how many dustpans can we weave from these bamboos?" Qian Feng thought to himself, he should be able to weave two of these.

Pomegranate looked at it and said, "I should be able to make up six or seven."

"Can you make up so many?" Qian Feng didn't quite believe it.

"Of course, there are a lot of these bamboos that have been split into pieces. It doesn't take many pieces to weave a dustpan." Although Pomegranate is not very smart, he still understands these things.

"Okay, call it a day and go home!" Qian Feng happily hung the bamboo on the cow.

Song Qiu picked some unpalatable wild fruits from the mountain, and ate and threw them together with the tassels. The delicious ones had already been picked.

"Pomegranate, you will be weaving the dustpan at home this afternoon. I'm going to tell a book." Qian Feng was still thinking about this when he was sleeping last night.

Shiliu didn't want to miss this new experience, "I also want to listen to your storytelling, I want to go with you!"

Qian Feng scratched his head, he felt that if he spoke badly, or if he didn't earn any money, he would lose face in front of Pomegranate.But seeing that Shiliu wanted to go so much, he had no choice but to agree, and then whispered in Shiliu's ear: "If you don't make money, you are not allowed to tell your parents, don't tell anyone."

Shiliu nodded confusedly, "Why can't you say it?"

"Just listen to me. If you earn money, I'll buy you something to eat." Qian Feng coaxed pomegranate like a child.

Pine Ball and Spike yelled, "I want it too! I want it too!"

"Well, well, all have a share!" Qian Feng began to brew a story in his heart, and he must tell the story wonderfully.

It was noon when he came back, and Qian Feng was thinking about stories when he was cooking, and he was also thinking about stories when he was eating.After eating, he hung a small table and a few small stools on the back of the ox for balance, filled two gourd water cans, and was about to set off.

Ge Taohua's head hurt again after seeing it, "Why do you take the cow with you wherever you go?"

Qian Feng smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, do you feel sorry for the cow? Don't worry, when I finish the cart, I won't need the cow."

At this time, Qian Feng saw that Pomegranate was still hanging two small bundles of bamboo on the cow, "We are going to town to tell stories, why are you bringing bamboo?"

"I'm making a dustpan while listening, otherwise I'd be sitting idle."

Seeing that her son was really going to tell a story, Mrs. Yang sighed, "What are you bothering about? Rapeseeds have not been planted, and sesame seeds have also been confiscated. Do you still want to live a good life?"

(End of this chapter)