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

"Just wait and see the good show tomorrow." The system became more and more excited as he talked, "Sure enough, both sides need to have brains. Only when they fight each other will it be interesting."

The one-sided abuse is not unpleasant, but it lacks a bit of thrilling tension.

Song Hongguo wasn't as excited as she was, and Feng Qiuping wasn't stupid either. If someone came to blackmail her, she would definitely find a way to settle the matter. She didn't need to worry too much about dealing with that kind of woman. She was expecting Chen Guowei to take action.

Even though Chen Guowei was so ruthless in dealing with Wang Erni, he also knew that Feng Qiuping would have to peel off her skin if he got entangled with him. Evil people must be punished by evil people.

The next day, Song Hongguo had a rest, but got up earlier than usual. She went into the kitchen before dawn and was busy cooking. Zhao Zhenhua and Zhao Zhensheng would come to help plant wheat later, so they couldn't do it on an empty stomach. Work.

When the two of them came to the door with the plow, Song Hongguo had already prepared the stew and the water in the other pot was boiling. She poured the cut hand-rolled dough into it, rolled it for a few minutes, picked it up and put it in the bowl. A layer of red and attractive braised meat is poured on top, including diced pork, mushrooms, fungus, and some chili oil, and the aroma is immediately overflowing.

Zhao Zhenhua sniffed hard, "Cousin, are you eating it now? Hehe, you are eating it before you even start working. I can't open my mouth..."

That's what he said, but he took the bowl without any ambiguity, and he didn't even raise his head when eating.

Zhao Zhensheng and Song Hongguo didn't have that close relationship, and they were a little reserved, but after taking a bite, they didn't care about anything else.

The two of them each ate two large bowls of stoneware bowls with blue rims. They ate until they hiccupped, then wiped their mouths and carried the plow to the private plot to plant wheat.

The stomach was not empty, and the work was more energetic. The two of them spared no effort, one held the plow, and the other pulled it in front. They worked for a while, and then changed positions. Holding the plow required skills, but pulling the plow relied on strength. After a while, the two of them started to work hard. Her clothes were soaked with sweat. Song Hongguo waited for them to take a break and sent the two children the sugar water she had prepared in advance. In the sugar water, she dropped spiritual spring water, which could restore her physical strength.

Sure enough, after the two of them drank a large teacup of water, their fatigue was significantly relieved, but they didn't think much about it and just thought it was the sugar water they drank to increase their energy.

It took less than two hours to complete the work in less than two hours. The two of them worked carefully and pressed the plow deeply. In this way, the land was thoroughly cultivated and the wheat was sown evenly so that the seedlings would not be sparse or dense. They all require experience and skills. Song Hongguo was curious and tried to hold a plow. As a result, it was not as simple as she thought. The coordination of her two arms was not enough, and the wheat was not only planted crookedly, but also easily planted. , in short, without any experience, I can’t handle it at all.

After finishing their work, it was only seven o'clock, and the two of them had to go to the factory to work again. Song Hongguo made them another bowl of sugar water with Lingquan to drink, and stuffed each of them with a bag of food.

The two of them were not polite. After they got out of the door, they opened it and felt that it was a bit regretful to hold it because it was hot to the touch. They just thought that the things were not heavy, so they didn't take them seriously. Who knows, there are not many things, but they are expensive. .

The snow-white and delicate yam cake, White Rabbit toffee, and spiced dried meat were obviously reserved for them to replenish their health in private because they felt they had made an effort.

Zhao Zhenhua smiled bitterly, "I originally thought I would come to help and repay a favor, but I didn't expect that I ended up taking advantage of my cousin again. This whole thing..."

Zhao Zhensheng asked, "How about we give it back?"

Zhao Zhenhua teased, "Are you willing to give up this rare thing?"

Zhao Zhensheng choked and blushed.

Zhao Zhenhua laughed and said, "Why are you embarrassed to admit it? Don't talk about you, I won't let it go in anyone's hands, and I am the same. That boy in Manyuan, I don't know how much I want this toffee, but I don't have any candy tickets." Buy it for him? Even if you have a ticket, you can’t get it in a department store.”

Zhao Zhensheng said, "Tiger heads also rarely eat toffee."

Zhao Zhenhua sighed, "My cousin does things in an open and open manner. Look, even the things she delivers are so neat and tidy. The toffee is for the children at home to sweeten their mouths, the yam cake is for the elders, and the dried meat is for us." To satisfy your craving, I do everything with care."

Zhao Zhensheng reminded, "We have eaten so many noodles, two big bowls, and poured several spoonfuls of the stew. Cousin, you are really down-to-earth." It's not like they go back to other people's homes to help with work, but it's not like this for anyone who takes care of the food. The generous and honest, pure white noodles allowed them to eat until they burped.

I don’t know if they are here to help or enjoy the blessing this time.

Zhao Zhenhua thought of the braised noodles he had just made. He chewed the noodles and thought about it for a moment, then asked in a narrow voice, "Then next time, if my cousin has work at home, can we help out?"

Zhao Zhensheng nodded without thinking.

"Next time, we can't collect anything anymore."

"Well, just take care of the food."

After the two left, Song Hongguo used a rake to level the ground. In the next few months, there will be no work in the ground. She will wait for next spring to water and fertilize again.

The row of apples and hawthorn trees planted on the private weir were ready for picking, but they were only planted this year and there were not many fruits. Song Hongguo and her two children picked two baskets of the big ones first, and the rest. Leave it on the tree for a few more days and it will taste better.

When Song Hongguo entered the kitchen to prepare vermicelli, she suddenly remembered something. She forgot to tell Zhao Zhenhua that it would rain tonight.

"Let's go grind sweet potato powder first." Shi Nianzi was at the entrance of the village. On the way there, he happened to pass by Zhao Baoqing's house. Song Hongguo greeted the two children, put the dried sweet potatoes into a sack, put them on a small cart, and pushed Then he went out the door.

At this time, everyone in the village went to work, and the road was very quiet.

Arriving at the door of Zhao's house, Song Hongguo called out, "Uncle, are you at home?"

She also asked, without any hope.

Who would have thought that it was such a coincidence that Zhao Baoqing had something to do. He had just returned from a walk in the fields, drank some water, and was about to go out again, but he happened to bump into him.

Zhao Baoqing looked surprised, "Hongguo, why are you here?"

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "There's something I want to tell you."

"What's going on?"

"I heard from the forecast that it will rain tonight. It won't rain heavily, but it will rain for a long time. It will still be cloudy in the future. I saw that there are still sweet potatoes drying in the fields..."

Zhao Baoqing's expression changed, "When did you hear the weather forecast? Why didn't I hear it?"

Song Hongguo said without changing her expression, "Yesterday, I was afraid that the forecast was inaccurate, so I asked someone who knew how to read the sky and asked again. He said that it was indeed likely to rain at night."

Zhao Baoqing frowned when he heard this and said irritably, "Isn't this adding to the chaos? The dried sweet potatoes are less than half dry, and there are still some fresh sweet potatoes in the ground that I haven't had time to cut. If it rains, I'll have to do all the work later." delayed."

The village is waiting to finish processing the dried sweet potatoes so that the land can be fertilized and plowed to plant wheat. One crop after another, any problem in any crop will affect the progress. Wheat is related to tomorrow's harvest in the first half of the year. If it cannot be planted in one day, On the other hand, he never felt at ease in his heart.