Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 120 The moon is gone!
The little fellows around Yue'er all stood up with a whoosh, retreated to the side and stood with their heads bowed, holding their works in their hands.

"Girl~"

He secretly raised his eyes to look at Shu Yingtong, saw her frowning and staring at Yue'er covered in mud, and took another step back at the same time.

Take her to play like this dirty ghost, and the next one won't be able to escape.
Yue'er's happy little face froze, she got up and said, "Miss Shu is well." The fingers clasped on the lower abdomen uncomfortably picked the mud on it back and forth, her little face flushed slightly with shame.

It's the first time I'm so rude in front of people, my mother will definitely reprimand me when she finds out
"Hello Miss An." Shu Yingtong nodded in response.

"Sister Erya, look, these are the rabbits made by Yue'er! I'm going to take them to Sister Dani to burn them for me later!" Shuan'er held the wooden board up high as if offering a treasure.

Shu Yingtong glanced briefly, and there were five rabbits of different shapes on it.

The squatting ones, the upright ones, the flat duck ones lying down, and the most interesting thing is that there is a little rabbit lying down under the belly of a big rabbit.

Each one is pinched in a naive manner, and the three-petal mouth seems to be smiling, full of childlike fun.

"Not bad, ingenious." Shu Yingtong praised pertinently.

"Wow, I've never been praised like that before!"

Shuan'er looked enviously at Yue'er, who lowered her head and pursed her lips, snickering, tentatively pushed her boat bowl forward, and looked up at Shu Yingtong expectantly, begging for praise.

"what."

Looking at this unspeakable work, Shu Yingtong did not make rash comments.

Based on what she knew about Shuan'er, he definitely wouldn't knead something like an old cloth shoe and burn it in a porcelain kiln, right?
"Bowl!"

"Bowl?"

The corners of Shu Yingtong's mouth twitched, and he glanced around at the little Doudings next to him. He thought he was quietly showing their works in front of him, and secretly glanced at her, his face full of excitement that he tried his best to suppress.

"It's all bowls?"

Little Douding nodded in unison, raised his hands a little higher, and the expectation in his eyes was self-evident.

Shu Yingtong looked around carefully, and found that the workmanship was rough, and some of them could barely see the prototype of melons and fruits.

They are all four to six-year-old kids. Although they don't do very well, they are very creative.

Dare to break the inherent tradition, this kind of innovative thinking is only dared to show in front of people when they are ignorant children, and most of them will follow the trend and disappear to everyone when they grow up.

"It's interesting to watch. It would be better if it was made more similar." Shu Yingtong commented lightly, without too much expression on his face.

But the little bean dings came alive, with smiles on their faces and excitedly yelling at the companions next to them.

Girls rarely compliment people!

I didn't think they were dirty like others did, and I didn't say they were fooling around!
Zhuangzi looked at the pumpkin bowl in his hand, licked his lips, looked at Shu Yingtong nervously, and responded in a low voice:
"We want to look a little bit more similar, but we haven't seen each other for a long time, and I can't remember exactly what they looked like."

The words made Shu Yingtong lower his eyes and meditate, feeling a little sour for no reason.

The requirements are higher.

They are all hungry people fleeing from the famine. These children have indeed not seen fresh melons and fruits for a long time.

Some of them were only three or four years old before last year. How carefully can they be expected to observe?
"Okay, then I'll modify it for you."

Shu Yingtong went back to the room with the drawing in his arms, found a long and thin nail, and reached out to meet their expectant eyes, "Give me the pumpkin bowl."

Zhuangzi was flattered, and timidly handed over his pumpkin bowl. After thinking for a while, he rushed back to the village and brought a pony back, "Girl, sit down!"

Shu Yingtong carefully pinched the pumpkin petals to make them more curved, and sat down casually, "Thank you." The long nails in his hand carved out the grooves between the pumpkin petals.

Not long after, a decent pumpkin bowl was handed to the stake.

"Wow, that's right, that's what pumpkins are like!" Zhuang Zi howled happily, completely forgetting to be afraid of Shu Yingtong.

"next."

The children saw that the pumpkin on the pile was changed to look good, you look at me, I look at you, eager to try but not too daring.

"Mine!" Shuan'er excitedly held up his boat bowl and handed it over, his bright black eyes flickered at Shu Yingtong, "Can you carve a fish outside!"

"Yes." Shu Yingtong pointed to the outside of the hull, "Written here?"

"Oh! That's right! Mine is a fishing boat!"

Shu Yingtong nodded and began to modify the basic shape of the boat.Hearing that it was a bowl, I made it a little rounder. After all, it is a container and not an ornament.

"Ah? Is it still engraved!"

The little bean dings gathered together and whispered, discussing with great interest what patterns to engrave for their bowls.

Qi, who came back from the vegetable field, put the tools back in the tool room. Before returning to the room, he took off his muddy shoes and tidied up his appearance.

Even if you come back from doing farm work, you still have to maintain the dignity that an official wife should have.It is not only to protect her own face, but also to protect her husband's face.

"Yue'er, mother is back."

Qi pushed open the door and habitually looked at the square table by the window sill.

But I didn't see my daughter who was sitting upright at the table as usual, put down her brush and got up to greet her.

Probably went to the toilet?
Qi lowered his head and shook the dirt stuck to his cuffs, shaking and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Walking to the table and staring at the copybook on the table, his expression slowly froze.

It's only half a page, which doesn't make sense.

With a panic on his face, he didn't have time to change his shoes, so he hurried out the door.

With her personality, she absolutely could not do the vulgar behavior of calling out her daughter's name aloud, so she ran to the large drying ground with a lot of people anxiously.

She doesn't usually walk around in the village, and she is not familiar with the terrain here. These women work here all day long, so someone should have seen where Yue'er last appeared.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen the little girl?" The voice raised slightly, trying to be heard by everyone.

But the large drying yard is a place where women live together, and the scene is very lively, with people hanging down their heads and working while chatting and laughing loudly everywhere.

Only those who were close noticed Qi.

"Sister Yao, go and see Mrs. An, she seems to be in trouble."

A young woman who didn't like to gossip with others saw Qi Shi running over regardless of her appearance when she raised her head and stretched her neck, and quickly grabbed Yao Shi who walked past her with a basket in her arms.

Yao looked back, "Oh, I'll go take a look!"

I have never seen Mrs. An look so panic-stricken, she walked over there quickly as soon as the basket was put down.

"What's wrong with Mrs. An? But what's the matter?"

Before Yao shi could finish speaking, Qi shi seemed to see a savior, his eyes turned red, he clutched Yao shi's sleeve and trembled all over.

"Yue'er is gone, Yue'er is gone! I asked several people but they didn't see it! What to do, what to do!"

Tears were falling down, if it was her husband's enemy who took Yue'er away quietly, then what would she do? Is Yue'er in danger?
He was so panicked that he had no clue, his mind was in a mess, his feet were cold to his heart, his teeth were chattering, and he was clutching Yao's sleeves tightly.

She is the manager here, she is a capable person, seeking her help is the most effective way!
Yao's complexion changed, and he tried to comfort her calmly, "Mrs. An, don't scare yourself. Your room is right here. I'll ask everyone."

As he spoke, he raised his voice and yelled: "Stop! Has anyone seen Miss An go out of the room!"

She never thought about the possibility of being held hostage by outsiders, and she had already explained what the girl said, and paid more attention to whether anyone deliberately approached Mrs. An's room when she was doing her work.

(End of this chapter)