Pick a Prince and Get Rich

Liucun, Houshan.

Ning Silian wears a straw hat on her head and picks fresh corn in the corn field. Her white cheeks are dyed with red clouds due to her field work, which adds a touch of beauty to her.

"Mother"

From a long distance, you can hear two voices calling out to you. Ning Silian stands on tiptoe from the ground and looks at the track and field path.

Ji Ruchang holds her daughter in one hand and her son in the other.

Clove is still pulling another piece of geographical weeds, Ning Silian picked up the basket, came out and said to her: "clove, you will come back after you hoe this piece of weeds."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Oh, by the way, don't touch those spicy millet!" Ning Silian turned back and said, "if you accidentally touch it, don't rub your eyes."

"Yes, ma'am." Clove bent over to hoe the grass and answered.

Chen Yuan gave it to her three years ago. She had never planted it before. She only planted it at the beginning of spring this year. Now it's red. It looks very festive, but it's hotter than the green peppers. Besides these things, there are other things that didn't exist in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

"Mother." Bun round rolling body forward to explore, not to Ning Silian side has rushed up.

Ning Silian quickly put down the basket and put him firmly in his arms, but also retreated.

"Son, why are you heavy again?" Ning Silian pinched her son's face. At the beginning, she gave him the nickname Baozi and her daughter Tuanzi. I didn't think about it. I'm as fat as a steamed bun.

Ji Yixuan is not happy to hear his mother say that he is fat. He is fat. Is he strong? What's more, he doesn't grow stronger. In case someone bullies his mother and sister, who will protect them.

Pucker up of small mouth Qiao of old Gao, rubbed and rubbed in Ning Silian's arms, smelling the taste on her body.

Ji Ruchang looks at her son rubbing around in Ning Silian's arms again. Holding her daughter, she steps forward and lifts him up from behind.

"Ji Yixuan, what did I say to you?" Don't be angry.

Ji Yixuan's two little fat legs were hanging in the air, and he said with a mournful face, "don't throw yourself in the arms?"

"Well?"

"My mother is weak. Don't let me hold her!"

Ji Ruchang released him with satisfaction. The smelly boy learned a few words in the school with himself, but he dared to abuse them. It seems that he should give him more homework.

Ning Silian laughingly looked at the father and son, stretched out her hand to touch baozi's head, and then looked at the little girl in Ji Ruchang's arms, "are Tuanzi and brother hungry, mother go back to cook corn for you, OK?"

"Good!" Her daughter's soft voice makes Ning Silian full of strength. She is about to leave with the basket and the steamed stuffed bun.

Before taking a step, he saw Ji Ruchang carrying the basket behind him. Then he took her hand and took her and her children back home.

Under the hot sun, the figure of the family was pulled long, envious of others.

Ning Silian looks sideways at Ji Ruchang beside him. After three years, he is still handsome, calm and experienced. Looking back, Ning Silian looks red.

Looking down, I saw the steamed stuffed bun with a pair of eyes wide open, staring at myself, a little uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?" He took the opportunity to touch the small face of a handful of steamed buns, which made him frown.

"Father, mother, those people in the village say that the things we grow in the field are poisonous." Xiaobaozi looked up at them.

"How could..."

Ning Silian just wants to explain to Ji Yixuan, hear the man beside him say: "then poison them!"

"Ruchang, how do you talk to children?" Ning Silian stares at him, very dissatisfied.