Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 119 I Shouldn't Be Trusting You

Shuan'er carefully stared at Yue'er's big tear-filled eyes, which were as red as the eyes of hares he had seen before.

The thick black curly long eyelashes were soaked into strands by tears, with small teardrops hanging from the ends.

"I let you go, can you not cry?"

Wei Wei relaxed the strength in her hand, watched her expression change nervously, thinking that if she cries again, she should immediately cover her tightly.

Yue'er looked at the mud prints on the left and the right on his face, with his eyes wide open and nervous, inexplicably wanting to laugh.

Looking back, he was always majestic and leading his friends to run around. I have never seen this kind of low-key behavior.

Nod slightly.

The skirt was already dirty anyway, and mother would scold her left and right, why don't you see what he can do to turn this piece of mud into a white rabbit.

Shuan'er flashed her clear eyes, and slowly removed her palm, watching her every movement and expression.Seeing her frowning and lowering her head, she took out a pink silk handkerchief from the skirt of her skirt, and wiped her face carefully in silence, and then she felt relieved.

She grinned embarrassedly, "I'll get you water!" Turning around, he ran to the edge of the pit, picked up the small wooden bucket and held it up to his chest, "The water is clean, you can only wipe it clean when you wet the veil. !"

Yue'er saw that there was no mud or sand in the bucket, so she squeezed a silk handkerchief, soaked it, wrung it dry, and slowly wiped off the mud on her face against the reflection on the water surface.

Shuan'er looked at her for a moment, lamenting that girls are troublesome, so she washed her face slowly.

Recalling that when I washed my face in the morning, I wiped it all out, how fast it was.

When she soaked the dirty veil in the bucket and scrubbed it, his hands were already sore, and he didn't dare to give up the pick, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to hold it.

"Huh~" Shuan'er put down the barrel and shook his arms, grinning and watching her hang the veil on the branch of a shrub that had lost all its leaves.

Picking up the stick on the ground, he knelt down and continued mixing the mud, and he did not forget to tell him, "Stay far away."

In case she was thrown into the mud again like before, and she cried again, her scalp would tingle just thinking about it.

Yue'er held up her skirt and squatted a little further away, watching him with great interest as he stirred a few times and then poured water into the small wooden bucket.

The little hand hugging the knee moved, and the bright eyes dimmed a little.

Shuan'er made up with the mud, took out a big ball and rolled it into a ball, stared at the round mud ball and said to himself, "Ah, let me think about it. How did the rabbit squeeze it?"

Originally, I agreed with my friends that each person should pinch their own bowl.

Round bowls are meaningless at all, they have already decided, some are made into squares, some are made into half peanuts, and there are various shapes of melons and fruits.

I didn't plan to pinch a little rabbit, I wouldn't do it at all!
The little ones who were hiding in the distance and poking their heads whispered, "Did Shuan Er coax Miss An?"

"It should be, right? She is squatting there, and she can't see her face."

"Then are we still making bowls?"

"Let's go and have a look. If Miss An cries, let's run~"

Five or six little guys discussed the tactics, and rubbed the corners of their clothes little by little.

Everyone strained their ears to listen carefully for the sound of crying.

"Hmph! Traitor!" Shuan'er glared at them angrily, and the clay ball in his hand was squashed with force.

"Hee hee~ Shuan'er is amazing. Let's make bowls~" Zhuang Zi smiled and picked a place away from Yue'er and squatted down, grabbing a big ball of mud from the big mud ball.

The remaining few saw that they had already mastered the stakes, and they all had joy on their faces. They hurriedly divided the mud around the big pit, and subconsciously moved away from Yue'er's squatting position.

"Shuan'er, what are you doing rubbing the ball? Aren't you making boat bowls?"

"The boat bowl will be made later, I promise to pinch a little rabbit for Miss An first." Shuan Er rolled another small ball and put it on top of the big ball, "Which one of you knows how to pinch a rabbit?"

"I, I, I, I will!"

The stake immediately pulled and pinched a corner of the cube of mud in his hand, and rubbed four small sticks of mud to stick to the bottom.Pointing to his masterpiece as if presenting a treasure, he introduced which one is the ear and which one is the foot.

Shuan'er looked at the rabbit who was pinched like a stool by the pile with a complicated expression, and turned to look at Yue'er's slumped face.

"I shouldn't have believed you"

He lowered his head and continued rubbing the mud balls bitterly. No matter what, rubbing his body into an oval shape can never go wrong.

I have seen hares like this when they are squatting before, and the ones that are paralyzed on the ground will not be pinched.

Yue'er silently looked at all kinds of strange rabbits on the ground, her little hands clasped tightly and tightly.

Pursing his lips, he finally couldn't help but grabbed a little bit of mud and rubbed it into a long strip in his hand, pinched the two pointed ends carefully, and moved it over to Shuan'er.

"Rabbit ears."

"Oh." Shuan'er took it, dipped in water and pressed it hard.

"head flattened"

"then you come"

Shu Yingtong came back from the Beicun construction site with the blueprints in his arms, and saw from a distance a group of little peas squatting in the open space next to his room, playing with mud around a pit in full swing.

There is also a small figure in a light yellow dress that shouldn't appear, An Shuyue.

I remember that Mrs. An mentioned to her that this little girl was weak and sick since she was a child, and she almost grew up holding a medicine jar.

So the family has been carefully raising her. She has no playmates since she was a child, and she is also very well-behaved. She stays in the room for a whole day.

Later, when she grew up, she got better, and gradually, she was able to go out every day to let her breathe.

Shu Yingtong is noncommittal about this greenhouse parenting method, and there is no need to comment on how other people's children are raised.

Suddenly remembering the earnest entrustment in An Xingzhou's letter, he quietly looked at the little girl who was squeezed next to Shuan'er.

It is good to say that it is well-raised.

Well-behaved and well-bred, every time we meet each other, I greet her well with blessings.

But at the age of five, he can write neatly with one hand.

Dressing up exquisitely and properly every day is pleasing to the eye.

It is said that there are defects in raising and there are defects.

Only five years old, already living like a boudoir in a mold.At the age when he was supposed to be playful, he was obliterated by the strict etiquette and etiquette.

Seeing her squatting there, her skirt stained with mud, holding something in her hand, tilting her head and talking to Shuan'er in high spirits, this is the innocence and fun that a five-year-old child should have.

It's just that she is so dirty that she must have sneaked out behind Mrs. An's back.

He silently raised his feet and paced over, wanting to see what kind of moth Shuan'er had done to pull Miss An, who was enshrined on the altar, to the ground.

"Yue'er, you are so amazing~ This fat rabbit looks delicious!" Zhuangzi stretched his neck and looked at the rabbit in her hand, it was chubby and beautiful!
"Hey~ rabbits are so cute, how can they be eaten!"

"What, aren't rabbits just for eating?" Zhuangzi scratched his head, unable to understand what she was thinking.

Yue'er glared at him, and put it on the wooden board at Shuan'er's feet, staring expectantly at the boat-shaped bowl he was pinching in his hand.

He already had one, this one was for her, and said he would add two flowers to the hull.

"Yue'er?" Shu Yingtong raised her eyebrows.

The friendship of this group of little bean dings has grown by leaps and bounds to the point where they are no longer Miss An?
　Thanks to Purgatory Snow God for the reward!

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　　Are my babies all busy with their relatives?Finally remembered to come back to read the book, hahahaha.

　　On the first day of the new year, I was thrown off the top [-] bestseller list, and now I am climbing back!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)