In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 67
Last night when I went to bed, I used coal ash mixed with loess to cover the stove. The fire did not go out overnight. After I opened it in the morning, I threw a few pieces of coal into it. After a while, the fire ignited. It is very convenient to boil water and cook.

Song Hongguo cooked the porridge and baked some shepherd's purse cakes. Not long after eating, Zhao Zhenhua brought her a little piglet. It was white with black spots, a little skinny, twenty catties at most, but the eyes were very thin. You Shen, listening to the yelling sound, it can be considered strong. After rushing to the pen, the four short legs were still tossing and turning, which annoyed the big white goose in the next pen, flapping its wings and quacking at it. After calling a few times, it made him calm down.

Ling Yuan watched with relish through the wooden gate.

Ling Zhi was busy feeding the piglets. When Zhao Zhenhua came, he was not empty-handed. He also prepared some sun-dried sweet potato seedlings. After crushing them and adding some grass, he could feed the pigs directly.

The wormwood plucked a few days ago finally had a place to go. I mixed it with water and sweet potato seedlings, and poured it into a stone trough. The little piglet ran over happily, buried his head in it, and began to eat it with a snort.

Even the chickens and geese beside him were hungry, Ling Zhi released them from the pen and let them forage in the yard.

Zhao Zhenhua said, "With this pig and those geese here, your private land will not be short of fat."

Song Hongguo smiled on the face, but felt depressed and wanted to sigh in her heart. She was not short of fat, but she, the shit shovel officer, would not be able to leave her post for a while.

When he left, Zhao Zhenhua looked at the changes in the backyard, and praised a few words, "In the future, you will have no shortage of fruits to eat, and you will be able to continue throughout the year."

"If my cousin wants to grow it, you can take cuttings, and it will grow in two or three years."

Zhao Zhenhua waved his hand, "The yard of my house is not as big as yours. There is only a little land, and we have to keep it for growing vegetables." After a pause, he looked enviously at the peach trees, apricot trees, and jujube trees surrounding the backyard. There are also cherries and grape racks, and he asked for credit, "How is it? It was not a loss for you to buy this house at the beginning, right? Planting so many fruit trees, and enclosing such a large open space to grow vegetables, there are not many in the village. The home is so spacious."

"Well, it's all thanks to my cousin. When the fruit is ripe, I'll pick a basket for you first."

"Hahaha, if you dare to be kind, I won't be polite to you..."

Sending him away, Song Hongguo remembered that she still owed Qiao Yonghui food, so she went out with a small cart and a basket. At this time, she was very glad that her family was far away from the village. give pointers.

The door of Qiao’s house was also closed. She knocked a few times and waited for a while before someone came to open it. She was a girl who looked to be fourteen or five years old, thin and pale, but she had an outstanding appearance, especially her pair of eyes. , like a pool of autumn water, full and moving, she was wearing a black cotton padded coat, which was dark and patched a lot, but it was washed very clean, looking at her at this moment, her expression was disturbed and guarded.

Song Hongguo guessed that she should be Qiao Yonghui's younger sister. The two looked alike. She smiled and said her name, then asked, "Is your brother at home?"

Qiao Jingshu shook her head, the guard in her eyes dissipated after hearing her name, "My brother went to work."

"Huh? Is there life in the field?"

"The members of the team started pushing fertilizer and watering the wheat fields."

Song Hongguo suddenly realized that she was afraid that the wheat in the private plot would go to waste, let alone in the village, if there was a drought, there would be no harvest.

"I'll bring food to your brother, that, did he tell you?"

Qiao Jingshu just went to look at the things in the back basket, her eyes widened slightly, she nodded hurriedly, and quickly moved away, "Song, Comrade Song, please come in."

"You can just call my sister." She was really not used to being called by comrades, so she pushed the cart in and looked at the yard of Qiao's house calmly.

The first impression was that it was clean and tidy. At first glance, she knew that the owner must be a hardworking person. What caught her attention was a spacious shed in the yard, with a lot of wood piled inside, and some tools neatly hung on the wall. It is Qiao Yonghui's carpentry workshop.

At this time, another woman walked out of the room, about 50 years old, with gray hair, but combed meticulously. She looked in poor health, with a sick look on her face, weak steps, coughing before she could speak, and five people followed behind her. Seeing this, the six-year-old boy worriedly called "Grandma," while skillfully helping her to sit down and patting her on the back.

"Mother, are you alright?" Qiao Jingshu stepped forward and asked with concern, not caring about greeting Song Hongguo anymore.

Du Lan waved his hands and raised his head. Although there were many wrinkles on his face, he could tell that he must have had a good appearance when he was young. She greeted Song Hongguo a few words, thanked her, and finally said, "You don't have to. Worry, Yonghui knows that you are in a hurry, even if he goes to work these few days, he will not be able to delay the work for you, just catch up at night."

Song Hongguo really didn't mean that, and she wasn't Zhou Baopi, but seeing her resolute attitude, with a faint pride and stubbornness in her bones, she stopped talking, nodded kindly, put down the food and left .

"Jingshu, see off the guests."

"Hey, mother, you can go back to the house and rest."

Qiao Jingshu sent her out and said some words of gratitude. After Song Hongguo walked away, she realized that Dulan's attitude towards her was a bit weird, too polite, as if she was afraid of getting involved with her Same.

She is not afraid of being implicated, so why is the other party in a hurry to separate the relationship and distance themselves?
She asked the system puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"

The system said faintly, "Probably, it's because I'm afraid you'll fall in love with her son?"

Song Hongguo couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth, "Are you serious?"

The system sighed pretentiously, "Maybe, it's because she's worried that her son will take a fancy to you."

"...you are possessed by Yue Lao?"

"I'm not kidding, I just speculate that you are young and beautiful, even if you don't do anything, you are also fatally attractive to men, not to mention, you are still sending food to Qiao Yonghui now, this is Sending charcoal in the snow, can he not be moved? Can he not treat you differently? Knowing your son is like your mother, Dulan should be nervous, be careful, and plan ahead, it is normal."

"But I paid him that, and it's not for nothing. His mother thinks too much, doesn't he?"

"Did you forget the blueprint?"

"What do you mean?"

The system said meaningfully, "Those blueprints you drew opened the door to a new world for him. I guess, he must have studied it repeatedly in the past few nights. In Dulan's eyes, he just couldn't put it down. , love the house and black, see things and think about people..."

"Stop it! You don't have a big heart, but you have a big brain. If you continue to think about it, a [-]-word essay will come out. Don't you want to cheat your colleagues and use me as a knife?"

"I do not have……"

"Oh, Wang Erni's system first took a fancy to Qiao Yonghui, but now you want to associate me with him, don't you just want me to help you poach your colleagues?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)