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Chapter 43 Chapter 43

The next day, Barley and Wheat drove chickens and ducks to the back mountain forest as usual.

However, the two sisters have made a deal that no matter what the situation is, they will leave a person guarding them, so as not to be black-handed again.

Although duck meat is delicious, they want to save duck eggs for food.

And Xiao Xiya, who was so aggressive that she wanted revenge, ate a duck leg with her two new millet teeth, and after sleeping, she forgot her hatred to Java, and watched the chicken and duck gulping down her saliva.

Either with the two elder sisters, Mi and Xiaomi, playing wildly in the yard, the little thing who can't walk, gets up like flying, and is very energetic.

Qian Xingfang came to drop by when she had nothing to do, and pulled weeds with Grandma Wu in the shade of the backyard.

"I heard that two of your ducks were killed by someone?"

There are no secrets in the countryside. If there is something wrong with someone's family, the whole village will know it after a while.

Grandma Wu nodded and said: "It's a pity that there are two ducks, and the belly is full of egg fetuses. The two girls, Barley and Wheat, who never cry, are hiccupping from crying."

Qian Xingfang frowned: "It's really heartless. I don't fear retribution for doing such a sinful thing."

She cursed and comforted Grandma Wu: "Don't get too angry, I will let my family pay more attention to this matter."

Grandma Wu forced a smile: "I'm going to cause trouble for you again."

Qian Xingfang didn't care and said, "What's the matter, it's what an old man should do."

"Don't blame my old man for being incompetent. There are so many things to do every day. He wants to protect everyone, but he doesn't have the energy."

Grandma Wu laughed and said, "How can we blame the captain, who can guard against people who want to do evil."

"It's also my fault that our family has too many grievances, not others."

Qian Xingfang sighed, it's not that the Wu family has many grievances, but those who have shallow eyelids and suffer from pink eye disease.

When others are prosperous, they don't dare to do anything. Once the other party is down, they rush to make trouble. What a villain.

Qian Xingfang stopped mentioning this: "By the way, I have something else to ask you."

Grandma Wu smiled and said, "Why can I still ask for it? If you have something to say, you can just talk about it. There is no need to be polite between us."

Qian Xingfang smiled: "I'm just waiting for your words, so what, my youngest daughter-in-law is pregnant, and it's been three months, so I dare to say it outside."

"According to the date, it will probably be born in the twelfth lunar month."

"I thought, as the Chinese New Year is approaching, I have to draw a picture to celebrate it. I happen to have a piece of red cloth in my hand. I heard that you are good at embroidery. Can you help me embroider a quilt with the word "Fu"?"

Grandma Wu looked surprised: "Qiangguo's daughter-in-law is pregnant? That's a great thing, okay, take it here, and I'll embroider it for you."

"However, won't the eldest and second son of your family know how to talk?"

Grandma Wu and Qian Xingfang got along well, and they had less scruples when they spoke, and they could say some things casually.

Qian Xingfang waved her hands indifferently after hearing this: "It's okay, the cloth and cotton are both the dowry of the youngest family. If the eldest and second family want to talk, let their natal family give it too."

"I'm a bowl of water, and I don't have the habit of using what's from one son to make up for another son. Whoever has the ability will enjoy the blessing."

"When something happens, brothers should help each other to think about it, but there must be a limit."

Grandma Wu nodded: "You are right to think so, you can't hurt another son's heart for this son."

"Fingers have different lengths. We can't be completely fair, so we try not to participate in the affairs between brothers and let them work hard on their own."

"No matter how capable you are, how big the bowl is, don't talk to anyone, just help at critical times, so that the brotherhood can last forever."

Qian Xingfang should be.

The two talked again, and agreed to deliver the things when they were free some other day, and asked Grandma Wu to wait before leaving.

In Lixia, the wheat seedlings are growing steadily, and the flat fields are prepared for planting rice seedlings.

Xiaoman has a mild spring mood, prevents aphids, wheat stalks and flies, topdresses rice fields to promote sins, and fleece and shears to prevent cold wind.

Mango planting has little rain and high temperature, corn thinning and fixed seedlings, buckwheat seedlings for moisturizing, and weeding in rice fields.

In June, the sun was scorching like fire, and it was extremely warm.

In the fields, everyone was covered in sweat, swaying like rain.

Although there is a lot of work in the field, Wang Shangui is worried that the members are too tired and the weather is too hot, so they will fall ill in the field.

So I usually work early in the morning, go home to rest for three hours at noon, and do a little more at night under the moonlight.

Zhao Lian and Wu Bo are dedicated to making the five girls in the family and Grandma Wu live a good life, and they are all working hard.

When others rest, they carry water from the river to water the fields.

This year, the corn is planted more and grows well, which is the hope of the whole family, and the couple will do their best to take care of it.

Grandma Wu feels sorry for her son and daughter-in-law, and tries her best to eat well.

Most of the pheasants and hares and the two ducks that were smashed to death had been eaten by the family. Compared with previous years, where there was no meat all year round, the standard of living this year was much higher.

Eating well and having something to eat proves that their hard work was not in vain.

So whether you are an adult or a child, even if you are tired, you are very happy.

At noon, Wu Bo and Zhao Lian came back after pouring water, their bodies flushed with heat, and their heads and faces covered with sweat.

Grandma Wu hurriedly brought out the cold mung bean soup: "Take a drink and rest, I boiled hot water, and I'll go wash up after rest."

"It's still a while before I go to work. I'll go to sleep after washing. I'll call you when it's time."

The couple should be fine.

Wu Bo looked at the little bud next to him with big black eyes looking at him, and hugged his lap with a smile.

"Our Xiya is getting better and better, why didn't we take a nap with our sisters?"

"Ah..." Not sleepy.

The little meat dumpling leaned against Wu Bo's arms, soft, obedient and cute.

Wu Bo kissed her chubby face, full of satisfaction.

Zhao Lian glared at Wu Bo: "I'm not tired enough, I don't know how to take a break, give me Xiya."

Without waiting for Wu Bo's response, he hugged Xiya from his arms, put it on his lap, and took two bites to the little fleshy face.

"Did your mother's Xiya miss her?"

"Ah..." I thought about it.

Routuanzi nodded obediently, and Zhao Lian kissed Xiaopang's face again so beautifully, the little man giggled happily.

Wu Bo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "If you want to hug Xiya, just say so, why are you beating around the bush."

Zhao Lian glared at Wu Bo and ignored him.

Teasing Xiya and talking: "Did Guaibao obediently listen to grandma at home?"

"Ah..." Xiya is the most obedient and obedient.

As she spoke, her small chest was quite straight, and she looked very stinky, Zhao Lian couldn't help but laugh.

The little guy develops faster than children of the same age in other aspects.

Only the vocalization seems a little slow.

Children over half a year old can occasionally utter some words and syllables, but Xiya can only do it from beginning to end, which is very standard.

Fortunately, the whole family has been together for a long time. With her words and her small expressions, it is easy for everyone to guess what she wants to express.

But going on like this is not an option.

Holding Xi Ya's fleshy little claws, she taught her word by word: "Xi Ya, call me mother, mother, father, grandma, baby, call me."

"Ahhh..." Mother, father, grandma.

Zhao Lian slowed down and taught again: "It's... Mother..."

"Ah..." The little guy slowed down in coordination, the rhythm was right, but the pronunciation was completely different.

Zhao Lian wanted to continue teaching, and Wu Bo felt distressed.

(End of this chapter)