Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 25: 025 Tired

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As it was near noon, the sun became more venomous, and after the three old trees were knocked on and picked up, everyone was sweating.

Yang Yong climbed down from the tree, pulled off his headscarf, took off his uniform, his whole body wet with sweat as if he had just come up from the water. He wiped his sweat, panting with his mouth, and said to the potential grandfather: "Dad, you can go home with the two children. Next, we can take our time."

In the ground, with the help of Zou Baiqiong and others, Qian Liqin sewed more than a dozen packs of snakeskin bags and sack with big needles. This year's harvest was pretty good, but unfortunately my family has too few hands. Those who care about this and lose the other, and those who roll down the sweet potato field have no time to pick up, so they all enter the baskets of others. There are two or three bags, which really hurts.

After the bag was sewn, Qian Liqin turned around and took out some ripe "flowering" slab millet from the basket and distributed it to the boys. These fruits are relatively the best, red and big, and very pleasing. It seems that they can sell for a good price this year. Today, thanks to these boys, they are not inferior to adults at all. As far as work is concerned, three daughters of one's own family are not worth one Zou Baiqiong. Qian Liqin couldn't help sighing: It's the boy who is so strong.

Therefore, Zou Baiqiong and others said goodbye to the potential family, and drove the cattle that had eaten almost to go home.

Seeing that the three most important old trees had been settled, the grandfather of Qianjia saw that the couple could handle the rest of the work, so he went to the shade of the trees and picked up the tired and sleepy grandson, and returned with Qianmai first. Home.

Qian Xiaohai has his own grandfather of the potential family holding him, and sleeps by himself. Qianmai is miserable. I am enjoying the scenery all the way in the morning and I am very interested. I don't feel that the road is far away. At this moment, dragging the tired body back, the legs are so heavy, it's like being filled with lead. The road is so long, as if it never ends. How do you feel that even the very fresh and lovely wild *** in the morning has his head drooping? Do they feel tired under the sun

Fortunately, when she got home, Qianjia's grandma had already cooked the food, and even fed the pigs.

The temperature of the rice is in the electric rice cooker, Qianjia’s only electrical appliance. There are three dishes on the table of the Eight Immortals, one plate of braised pork with dried bamboo shoots, one plate of fried pumpkin shreds, and one plate of dried prunes and dried vegetables and pork. Qianjia's grandma also stewed Qian Xiaohai an egg in the drawer of the rice cooker alone, and was slowly feeding him at the moment. VIP-level special treatment, no wonder Qian Xiaohai always likes to eat rice here.

This is the first time Qian Mai returned to eat at Qian's grandparents. The fragrant white rice, the dried bamboo shoots are thick and tender, the pork belly is crispy and rotten, and the pumpkin shreds are refreshing and delicious. It is delicious and very delicious. Qianjia's grandma is good at craftsmanship. When it was put in 2009, some people must have commented: "Home-style cooking, returning to the basics."

But at this moment, latent wheat doesn't have the time to chew and eat well. It's been a long time since I've been doing farm work for so long. I'm tired and hungry. I can't help but eat big mouthfuls, hoping to go back to my room and take a break. Qianjia's grandfather was also a little tired, Qianmai couldn't help wondering whether Qian Xiaohai was too heavy and tired him. Grandpa Qianjia was not in a hurry to eat, so he poured half a cup of rice wine by himself, and slowly drank the dishes on the table. Until Qianmai has eaten a bowl of rice, the wine in Qianjia's grandfather's cup has not yet bottomed out. Calm, calm, these years will not treat people in vain, at least it will leave some special marks and temperaments on people.

Qian Maimai wanted to clean up the stove, so Grandpa Qianjia stopped, and told her to go back to take a nap, and wake up to practice calligraphy.

Qian Maifei also ran back to the house and took a battle bath. My body was already greasy and greasy with sweat, and there was more tree powder and dust on my hair, which made it itchy when I got into my neck. I just screamed badly in front of the adults, and felt even more uncomfortable when there was no one in the house.

Who said that, who said that "the countryside is a beautiful paradise". He was fined for three months of farming, but he still dared not say anything. Qianmai thought bitterly about Meng Zhougong.

Wake up in the afternoon and have to deliver food to Yang Yongqian Liqin. Under Qiuhuo's raging barbecue, Qianmai put a towel on his head, and finally delivered the meal to the destination before he fainted.

In the afternoon, the wild scallops are similar to the Maosu, and the branches and tails are covered with small green thorns. Although this slab millet tree is slightly smaller, it is much harder to strike than the boss millet. Yang Yong couldn't help but couldn't help but bang all his strength.

It's too much effort. Qianmai stood below and couldn't see it. He couldn't help but shouted, "Dad, don't fight. These slabs are not meatless. They won't be able to collect a few catties."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Yong suffocated his energy and smashed it down. Unexpectedly, this time, Bansu's smashed land was like raindrops, and the burrowing wheat hugged its head, and it was inevitable to avoid it. The whole body was smashed and hit hard, and even the hair was covered with four or five spikes. Pointy small slab millet. It hurts, as if the whole body was stung by a bee.

"Forehead Bansu, I shouldn't say bad things about you, this time I'll be punished." Qian Mai is confessing to himself, who knows that he inadvertently slipped his foot and watched his small body about to land.

Ah~~No, there is Bansu underneath...

Latent Wheat Aoao woke up, grunting and complaining: "Uh, my butt hurts, this dream is so real."

I raised my head and looked out the window. The sun on the wall had faded halfway. It was getting late, and it was time to get up and practice calligraphy.