Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

On the way back to the dormitory, Chubby covered his mouth, he was afraid that if he let go, such a good thing would come out of his mouth.

"Captain, I endured very hard."

The captain didn't speak, and took out a Hetian date from his pocket and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Hmm, it's delicious." As long as the fat man has something to eat, he can basically put the rest away.

The few friends finally returned to the yard where they lived. Uncle Sun and Uncle Xu were still awake and waiting for them.

Seeing them coming back, the two uncles rushed forward and asked, "What do you say about Xinci?"

The captain smiled without saying a word, took out a note from his pocket, and handed it to the two of them.

Uncle Xu and Uncle Sun read the words on the note several times by the light of the flashlight, and said carefully, "Ten acres of land, kindness is our lucky star. Don't talk about others, be kind." It won't make us hungry."

"Yes, Xinci also said that he has prepared a batch of long-staple cotton. What do you think?"

When the captain asked the question, the friends looked at a loss, they didn't know what to do.

It was Uncle Xu and Uncle Sun who had rich experience and shared their insights and suggestions, "Long-staple cotton is a good thing, but how many people can do needlework nowadays? Unless they are workers in garment factories."

"Old Xu is right. People nowadays buy ready-made quilts, not to mention cotton clothes. I guess if I go out and inquire, there are not many people in Dragon City who can do this job."

"That's right. The long-staple cotton is such a good thing, it's better not to get it here first, so as not to waste the good stuff in vain."

"Forehead…"

The little friends who usually claim to be not stupid feel their brains froze at this moment, looking at each other, they all saw the same few words on each other's faces, I don't know.

Think about it too, before the end of the world, they were all students, and their daily life could not be separated from these things: sleeping, eating, playing, attending classes, and with little free time left, no one would pay attention to long-staple cotton .

"Xiao Ai, aren't you usually very capable, why don't you say anything today."

Xiao Ai gave Yang Xinjie a blank look on purpose, and then replied flatly: "I'm good at pissing off people. I can piss off people who can be bothered by learning and selling now. They can't eat for three days without breath. Long-staple cotton is not good, and the teacher didn't teach."

"Haha, it seems like someone taught me to hate people."

"Hating people is a bonus of their own system, and they don't need to be taught."

"Hahaha."

The little friend who was still tangled just now was easily settled by Xiao Ai with a few words.

...

At the end of Yinshi, more than a dozen teenagers have already arrived outside the gate of the Meng family compound.

Meng Qicheng had already received orders from his second uncle, so he opened the gate at Yin Shizheng.

When Shan Xiaocong came over, he saw Erxi waiting for him at the intersection with his arms around his shoulders.

Seeing Er Xidong's face turn pale, Shan Xiaocong felt very sorry.

"Erxi, your family has moved to Mengjia Village, so you don't have to come here and wait for me."

"I'm afraid you're still waiting for me at home."

"You went to my house yesterday to tell me that you are going to move to Mengjia Village. It's too late for me to be happy for you. I won't do stupid things."

"Well, then I'll go directly to Master Meng Er's house tomorrow."

"Don't wait at the gate foolishly, Master Meng Er said that we should rest in the porter's room."

"Well, I remember it all."

"Let's run, it's too cold."

"Eh."

The two teenagers chased each other to the door of the Meng family compound, and saw Meng Qicheng coming out of the stove carrying two steaming wooden barrels.

Meng Yuluo was holding a stack of wooden bowls, and followed behind with a smile.

The smell of hot noodle tea came from afar, and the hungry stomachs of the teenagers came out at the same time, the sound of "gurgling".

Probably this is the norm, and everyone is used to it. No one cares, but they just tighten their belts habitually.

When Meng Qicheng approached the gatehouse, everyone could see that there was yellow noodle tea in the barrel in front of him, and the alluring aroma was even stronger, and everyone swallowed involuntarily.

Meng Yutang stepped forward with a wink, and helped to open the heavy door curtain.

Meng Qicheng didn't speak, but just smiled at him.

Meng Yuluo, who was following behind, laughed first, and then said, "Cousin, let me use your hand to lift the curtain to the door."

"Eh."

After Meng Qicheng put down his burden, he greeted the teenagers, "Everyone stand in line, don't fight or grab, and each person gets a bowl of hot noodle tea."

After Meng Qicheng's words fell, there was a moment of silence. No one thought that they would still have a bowl of hot noodle tea in the morning.

Meng Qicheng served the first bowl of noodle tea, and seeing the teenagers standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but said loudly, "Don't you want to drink noodle tea?"

"Think." Again in unison.

"I still can't think about it."

"Eh."

The teenagers stood up in a long line in an instant, no one was crowded, and they automatically stood at the back with slow reactions.

When Wang Dabao came over, he saw such an orderly team.He jumped up and said, "If I knew that Grandpa Meng had some tea here, I would have come earlier."

"It's not too late now." Meng Qicheng said, filled a bowl of noodle tea and handed it to Wang Dabao.

Wang Dabao was not too polite, took it to blow on the cool air, and took a sip, "Well, this noodle tea is still delicious, with pure noodle fragrance."

The teenagers also felt the same, but none of them spoke, but the happiness on their faces was as pure as Mianxiang.

After the teenagers drank up the noodle tea in their bowls, at Wang Dabao's request, they lined up according to their size.

Grandpa Meng didn't expect that the appearance of the teenagers would undergo a brand new change under the nourishment of his bowl of noodle tea.

After breakfast, Fu Xinci took Yu'er's little hand and strolled in the yard, when she heard the sound of teenagers running outside the courtyard wall.

Yu'er's big dark eyes revealed a little curiosity and longing, he really wanted to go out and have a look.

"elder sister."

Fu Xinci doesn't want to go out, she slept too late last night, and now she urgently needs to catch up on sleep.

"Sister, I want to go out."

Seeing that her sister didn't answer, Yu'er directly expressed her thoughts.

"This, what my sister said doesn't count, Yu'er has to ask her grandfather."

"Okay, I'll go find my grandfather." After Yu'er finished speaking, she threw off her short legs and went to the upper room to find her grandfather.

Fu Xinci turned her head and followed Yu'er directly to the house where her parents lived.

"mother."

"Hey."

Mrs. Fang was tidying up the house. When she saw her daughter coming, she asked her to take off her shoes and get on the kang.

Fu Xinci frowned slightly when she saw the baskets of needles and threads placed on the kang table, and then she found a very suitable excuse for herself: "Mom, I was chased and ran away by bad guys in a dream last night. I'm sleepy now. What should I do?" what?"

"Go to bed when you're tired, and get a good night's sleep."