An oilcloth shed was set up on the Zhu family's land.
What is extremely eye-catching is the light from the torches and the illumination of several oil lamps in the shed.
There are desks and chairs in the shed.
Luo Junxi was reading with his eyes closed and muttering to himself, and from time to time he would pick up his pen and wave the pen and ink.
Next to Luo Junxi's desk is a recliner. On the recliner is Mr. Zhu, who has been freshly washed and dressed cleanly.
Every time Luo Junxi refills the lamp oil, he will come to Mr. Zhu and feed him some saliva, and ask if he wants to urinate and if he wants to sit up and move around.
This time I brought everything together.
There is not only a urinal in the Zhu family shed, but also a chair made by Xiaodao's trustee.
Xiaodao thought of this and asked Zhu Xingde to quickly give him the money. Well, it finally came in handy.
So if the old man wants to sit up and go out for a look, it is no longer an extravagant wish.
Luo Junxi can push people out of the tent as long as he carries the old man on his back.
Outside the tent, there was a fire made of wood and a large charcoal pot.
Mosquito-repellent mugwort burned in a charcoal basin.
Mr. Zhu waved his hand and told Luo Junxi to go read a book and leave him alone.
He wanted to sit outside all the time.
When he waved his hands, the expression on his face was very calm.
Luo Junxi followed Mr. Zhu's gaze and smiled slightly. He stopped trying to persuade him and just put a small quilt on Mr. Zhu's body.
not worried.
If it were him, he wouldn't want to lie down in the shed, but would rather watch his family being busy.
That scene is so comfortable.
He doesn¡¯t even want to go back.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡ª Zuo Maimai is in charge of the land closest to the Zhu family¡¯s tent while guarding her husband to avoid being harassed by pigs.
Luo Junxi took advantage of the opportunity to push Mr. Zhu out, thought about it, went into the tent to get the water bag and went to look for wheat.
"Why are you here? Do you have any bad feeling?" Zuo Xiaomai pulled off his headscarf and asked hurriedly with sweat all over his face.
"No, no, there's no bad feeling. I'm just afraid you'll be thirsty."
Luo Junxi saw that Wheat¡¯s hair was all stuck on his face.
The wheat head has always been covered with a headscarf for scraping, but it is conceivable that the shape of the eyes is really not good -looking, and the hair has long been pressed.
If Luo Junxi¡¯s classmates saw her, they would definitely sneer and wonder where they could find a village girl.
But in Luo Junxi¡¯s eyes, she was still so beautiful, ¡°Drink water quickly.¡±
After wheat finished drinking the water, he handed the water bag to Luo Junxi and was about to rub the water stains around his mouth with his arm.
Luo Junxi blocked it with his hands: "Don't move."
Zuo Xiaomai was stunned and saw her brother Junxi's face getting closer and closer.
With eyes wide open, she felt the water stains on her mouth being kissed away, again and again.
"Brother Junxi, don't be like this." Xiaomai took a step back in embarrassment, almost being knocked down by the rice pole at his feet.
Seeing his wife in such a panic, Luo Junxi suddenly laughed, revealing a dimple on one side of his smile and said: "I know, my wife is not thirsty, but you are hungry again. When I just came closer, I heard your stomach growling. ¡±
These words were more embarrassing than being kissed outside. Xiaomai¡¯s face suddenly turned red, and he didn¡¯t want to admit that he could eat it: ¡°Who, who said that, I didn¡¯t scream.¡±
Luo Junxi looked at the sky. The eldest brother-in-law and the others were probably going to work until midnight. It was unrealistic to expect them to eat right now. "I'll roast corn for you."
Then he smiled and said to Xiaomai: "Next time I go out, I will buy you some snacks to try. I heard that those wealthy and well-off people, in addition to eating normally, also have snacks from time to time. Women who come to visit me at home, Eat as much as you talk."
Zuo Xiaomai was amused all of a sudden. She no longer looked shy when Qin He found out she was hungry again. Her smiling eyes were bright, and she was very satisfied that Brother Junxi had the intention to buy her snacks:
"You go out a lot and come into contact with many people. The things you hear are like those told in a storybook. If you can eat snacks when you chat, how rich will your family be? Our family can be willing to give someone a snack when chatting. Steamed buns are pretty good. Haha, tell me more about new things like this, and I¡¯ll just listen, we can¡¯t afford to eat them.¡±
"Why can't you afford it? Not everyone eats it. Don't forget that your husband's family has more than thirty acres of land. If you really want to eat it, you can't afford it. I even bought it for my husband four times. . It¡¯s just that my mother is too stingy. If it were for my own family to eat, she wouldn¡¯t buy it.¡±
Xiaomai smiled even more happily. Indeed, the person the man was talking about was her mother-in-law.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Luo Junxi suddenly became depressed after being laughed at by Xiaomai. After roasting the corn and handing it to Xiaomai, he turned around and left. He no longer wanted to relax outside the shed.
It¡¯s better to go back and study hard.
Luo Junxi stood in the tent, looking at the pile of books spread out on the desk and turning around:
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Outstanding scholar, farmer, industrial and commercial man, when you wait for him to be admitted to the rank of sergeant, he insists on letting Xiaomai be like those young ladies from rich families who can chat with others while drinking tea and eating snacks. Also use a silk handkerchief to wipe the snack residue around your mouth.
It must be done.
must.
And Mr. Zhu, who was outside the tent, was no longer depressed at this moment, and the idea that Mr. Zhu's family could not fall became clear again.
Zhu Xingde was at the front of the land, hugging Baomi.
Manshan, Erzhu, and Liuzi, who were standing side by side with Zhu Xingde, seemed to be competing with Zhu Xingde. They stared at their brother De with bared teeth and swung their sickles unwilling to admit defeat.
Mr. Zhu saw several strong young men shirtless. Their muscles were hard to see and touch at night, but he could imagine that they were very strong.
????????????? Actually, it¡¯s not good to be shirtless, so why don¡¯t you want to be naked? It is easy to get sick if you keep sweating just like that.
But maybe, let¡¯s call them young people.
Look at his little grandson, he is doing so well.
¡°In the past, he always kept saying, we are farmers. If we don¡¯t cultivate the land well, what will happen in the future?¡±
¡°I just found out today that his little grandson doesn¡¯t know how to do it, he¡¯s just too lazy to do it. If you really do it, it's not bad.
When he went crazy, he was like fog, rain and wind. None of the boys in the village could catch up with his little grandson's crazy energy.
Mr. Zhu felt a little inexplicably excited.
What is this called? This is called the momentum of being destined to live a better life than most people.
When Mr. Zhu looked at the children behind Zhu Xingde, he was even more pleased when he heard Dawang Erwang and they rushed to shout: "Fourth uncle, please drink some water and rest for a while. Let's do it."
Ever since he learned about the family separation, Mr. Zhu was worried, fearing that these people would be completely different from each other. Until this moment, he finally stopped being so entangled.
The hearts of the family members became twisted again.
"Look at his great-grandchildren. Only after what happened today did they know about their uncle, okay?" The fourth uncle is called "How dear" every word.
Even the little girls in Lao Zhu¡¯s family were sitting on the edge of the ground picking corn.
The sweet stalk, which is not much bigger than the sweet water, is dozing off while putting corn into the basket.
Just when Tian Zhan almost fell into the ground, Zhu Xingde picked up his little niece and put her on the cart, which was filled with corn.
Since there is no mule cart at home, Zhu Xingde and the others have to rely entirely on manpower to push the grain from the fields to their home. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com