The next morning, it turned out to be fragrant white rice. The latent wheat was fried with loofah and ate a large bowl.
Originally, Qianmai only needed to stay on guard. However, Qian Xiaohai knew that he was going to play Bansu in the mountains today, so he would never stay at home honestly anymore. Qian Liqin had no choice but to take him, and Qian Mai was naturally upgraded to a small nanny. Grandpa Qianjia didn't worry about the two children going to the mountains, and in the end it became a mighty family group action.
Yang Yongqian Liqin had set off since early, leaving the grandparents and grandchildren behind.
In the early autumn morning, Qian Mai put on a small uniform over his shirt. The wild flowers on the side of the road are blooming, and the little golden flowers, hidden in the grass, are spotted and fresh and lovely. The rice in the fields on the roadside bends with a heavy smile, and the golden rice waves are rolled up in the wind. Someone has already set up farm tools and started harvesting. The oranges on the mountains in the distance are also green and yellow, set in the lush mountains, dotted with stars, like stars.
Here, nature can satisfy all your reading and imagination about autumn.
After walking for about an hour, I finally came to the self-retaining mountain of the potential home.
Yang Yongqian Liqin cleared the thorn bushes under the tree early, and climbed up the slab millet tree in twos or twos, and was already beating with the bamboo poles. The big millet and the small millet are like hedgehogs, falling one after another.
There are not many slab millet in the potential home, and there are mainly three old trees. The rest are all wild slab millet after the fruits have fallen over the years, and Yang Yong has grown up after picking up and picking up, mostly small and single-petaled. Below these three old trees is our own sweet potato field. Now that the sweet potatoes are dug, they are bare and easy to pick up. Qian's grandfather instructed Qian Xiaohai, and he separated with Qian Liqin and Qian Mai to quickly pick up Bansu. Qian Xiaohai was also attracted by the small hedgehogs on the ground. He awkwardly took the tongs, picked it up like an adult, and put them in the basket one by one, running happily.
It is said that only two-thirds of the harvest can be gained from playing Bansu. Trees with high branches and many branches will definitely hang on the end of the branches and stay on the tree. When late autumn, the fruits are ripe and naturally fall. These are the snacks given to diligent and clever children in autumn. So at this time, the children are always active in the mountains very happily. No, Qianmai has seen acquaintances.
Isn’t one of the few cow-driving teenagers on the side of the road the same as Zou Baiqiong
"Zou Baiqiong, look here." Qianmai waved his hand and shouted, "I invite you to eat millet."
"No need." Zou Baiqiong smiled and jumped from the side of the road and ran over: "I don't eat millet, I will become stupid."
Qian Mai glanced at him: "Don't be so lawless in your imagination. I mean... I mean..." But suddenly there is nothing to say. Both "bansu" and "suzi" are all beatings in Jintian dialect. The pronoun of it.
Zou Baiqiong's mouth widened as he watched Qianmai hesitating and hesitating to speak. At this time, the Qian's grandfather opened his mouth and said, "Zou Baiqiong, can you help our family pick millet? Our family has few hands, and we need your and your friends' help."
"Okay." This guy gave the Qianjia Grandpa face. He immediately called his friends to accompany him, took over the tongs in the hands of the three of the potential family's grandparents, and skillfully clamped the bansu with the basket on his back. The speed was not inferior to Qian Liqin. They are all strong people.
With the addition of masters, the efficiency of the labor team has improved by leaps and bounds. Every time Yang Yong struck down, there were already glaring eyes below him. As soon as Bansu hits the ground, he will attack the target with sharp eyesight and hands, and it will be picked up in three or two strokes. Latent wheat just picked up the leaks with bare hands, and from time to time looked at the people who picked up the baskets and picked the grass under the sweet potatoes: "Small, instead of letting you get something for nothing, I would rather let the friends share it."