Liu Zhixia watched the scene straight.
In order to please his wife, Feng Qingbai acted as a leading role in the team of the masters. The husband and wife should go together outside.
Just to coax them to wear a glove, as for
However, his vomit lowered his voice, and he was right next to Feng Qingbai, so the words were not heard.
On the ridge, the woman was already briskly returning to the shade of the tree. On Feng Qingbai's side, his face remained unchanged after being caught.
"Sheng Sheng got up in the middle of the night and gave me water soaked in medicine. I woke up early in the morning and sewed this glove." Feng Qingbai's voice was faint, his hands were cutting rice continuously, and his tone couldn't be heard. From the side, you can see the corners of his mouth, "She loves my hands more than I do. Wearing a glove can make her feel relieved, why not wear it."
Liu Zhixia lowered her head and looked at the weird gloves with flat and fine stitches on her hands. He didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes overflowed with soft colors.
Not far away, there was a mumbling from the family bastard, "It looks a little weird, it looks like a piece of dough, but it's okay to wear it."
"Hurry up and work." Liu Zhixia buried her head, and the three of them almost went forward together, starting the process of tearing down the rice grains.
The soreness and fatigue from the heavy work on the first day were still there, but the movements of the three young men did not slow down. They were like chicken blood all day, and the harvest was faster than yesterday.
There are a total of ten acres of land in the family, and the rest will be enough for another day of work tomorrow.
They were responsible for harvesting, and the harvested rice was piled in the field. After the tying, Wei Lan and Weihong helped pick them to the sun drying field, where there are old men and women in the town, and gathered a bunch of old guys in the village who could not go to the fields to thresh and dry them.
Methodical.
The work ended smoothly.
The closing time of other people in the village is almost the same as theirs.
When the rice fields of all households were harvested together, a group of elders yelled at the Liu Family Compound to set up a dragon's gate that night, drinking heartily.
The whole village has a good harvest.
This is no longer a rare event in Xinghua Village, but everyone is still very happy.
The work is over, and the joy is still there, but you can’t drink to celebrate.
The Liu family stove room was full of people, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
In this hustle and bustle, a few figures slipped out quietly.
He didn't go anywhere else, holding a jar of wine, carrying a few wine glasses, and turning to the inner courtyard.
It is Feng Qingbai, Liu Zhixia, Liu Zhiqiu and Xue Qinglian.
The village masters all talked about how many rice dealers came to the village today, and the price of rice in the village once again soared.
These are not what they care about, and they are really not used to chatting with their throats.
After being in the stove for half an hour, a few people couldn't stand it and slipped away.
The inner courtyard is very quiet, in sharp contrast with the noise of the stove.
At this time, the bright moon was in the sky, and the whole courtyard was bathed in the faint moonlight, surrounded by the unique moon insects that can only be heard in villages. Being in it makes people feel that the soul is also washed by the moonlight, and it is very peaceful.
"Is it time to go back to Beijing these two days?" Liu Zhixia said.
"Well, Liang Dou'er is still in the capital, so naturally they have to go back. The affairs of North Korea also need to be handed over clearly." Feng Qingbai smiled.
Soon, he and Shengsheng will be able to bring their children back here and start living the life they have always longed for.
"My transfer order has also come down. After the farmer returns, he has to rush to the capital when the new prefect returns to make the transfer."
"I thought you would go to Beijing in July."
"In July, you were still in Xiliang, and I was worried that you would go there. Who has the heart to think about that." When Liu Zhixia said this, she seldom brought some emotions. Xinghuacun had to take care of the elderly in advance, but he still had to continue to work hard in the capital, and charged in intrigue.
He was patted on the shoulder, and the man said, "Do it hard, Feng Mohan will leave it to you." Liu Zhixia was stunned with anger.
"Feng Qingbai is going back to Beijing, eldest brother is going back to Yunzhou, you are on the road together. Is Xue Qinglian going to the capital?" Liu Zhiqiu also has a small abacus.
Of the three people present, he absolutely can't beat three of them.
He hopes that they will all leave so that he can continue his position at the top of the food chain for the younger generation in his home.
As soon as he said this, the three of them looked at him together, "Why, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate the king?"
"Then how can you be, you are all people who do great things. It's the same when you come back after you have done it. You have to deal with it well and make sure you have peace of mind in the future? Isn't it possible for our family to run away in Xinghua Village? When will we come back? No? I'm not in a hurry." Liu Zhiqiu smiled, opening his eyes and talking nonsense.
"Fuck you, don't pretend to be honest, you can't pretend to." Liu Zhixia said.
"I didn't pretend. If you don't believe me, look at my eyes." How sincere.
In this regard, the three gave insightful evaluations.
"Thief brows and rat eyes."
"Roehead Rats."
"Unsightly."
Liu Zhiqiu has no complete body, "Grass!"
No one answered him.
The other three basically assumed that he didn't exist, and continued the previous topic, "I and Shengsheng will return to Beijing the day after tomorrow. As for Xue Qinglian, you decide whether to go or not."
Xue Qinglian was silent.
He knew what Feng Qingbai meant.
In the capital, Xue Zhong was still in Nanling Palace.
No matter what Xue Zhong has done, his uncle is both in name and in fact. Feng Qingbai only asks this question because of his face, and gives him the opportunity to decide for himself.
Decide whether Xue Zhong is dead or alive, how to die and how to live.
His silence was not because of confusion, nor was it because of soft heart. It was just looking back at the days when he was dependent on each other, and he still had a little unwillingness in his heart.
He wanted to know, after being with him for so many years, he had tried his best for his uncle, what role he was in his uncle's heart.
Relatives? Or tools
Or maybe there was a moment when my uncle used to treat him like a nephew.
He was silent, and the three people around made no sound. Give him time to calm down and think.
"I... go to the capital with you." After Xue Qinglian spoke for a while, her voice was a little dumb.
Feng Qingbai responded, "Yeah."
Liu Zhixia and Liu Zhiqiu were patted on the shoulders. This was their comfort and support.
No matter what decision he makes, they are all in his control.
These people appeared in his life, he was fortunate, this is his friend better than his relatives.
And everyone in the Liu family compound actually regarded him as a member of the family a long time ago.
In the second entrance courtyard, he has his exclusive position.
Thinking of this, the haze that just covered my heart suddenly disappeared.
Xue Qinglian laughed, lazily, revealing the unruly radiating from his bones.
"That's the end of my hand. After the solution is over, no matter how you deal with the matter over there, I will return to Xinghua Village first. I am a bit tired after traveling through the rivers and lakes for so many years. I will leave it here for retirement in the future."