Chapter 67: Send food to the Qiao family. Second update

Author: Dongmuhe

Chapter 67: Send food to the Qiao family. Second update

When I went to bed last night, I used coal ash to mix with loess and sealed stove. After a night, the fire was not extinguished. After the fire was opened in the morning, I threw a few pieces of coal in. In a short while, the fire became strong. It was very convenient to boil water and cook.

Song Hongguo cooked porridge and baked a few more shepherd's purse cakes. After a while, Zhao Zhenhua gave her a little piglet. The white background was a little black and a little thin, at most twenty pounds. However, his eyes were very vivid. He could be considered strong when he heard the screams. After he arrived in the circle, his four short legs kept tumbling backwards, causing the big white goose in the circle next to him. He flapped his wings and screamed at it a few times, making it honest.

Ling Yuan looked through the wooden door with relish.

Ling Zhi was busy feeding the piglets. When Zhao Zhenhua came, he was not empty-handed and prepared some dried sweet potato seedlings. After they were broken, they added some grass to feed the pigs directly.

The wormwood that was pulled a few days ago finally had a place to go. I mixed it with water and sweet potato seedlings, poured it into the stone trough, and the piglet ran over happily, buried it in my head, and started to eat it.

Even the chickens and geese next to them were greedy, and Lingzhi released them out of the circle and let them feed in the yard.

Zhao Zhenhua said, "With this pig and those geese, your private land will be full of fat."

Song Hongguo smiled on her face, but she wanted to sigh depressedly. She was not short of fat, but she, the shoveler, could not get off duty for a while.

When leaving, Zhao Zhenhua looked at the changes in the backyard and praised him, "You will not lack fruits in the future, and you will be able to continue throughout the year."

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

Zhao Zhenhua waved his hand, "My yard is not as big as yours. It's just the land, so you have to keep growing vegetables." He paused and looked at the peach, apricot, jujube trees, cherries and grape shelves surrounded by the backyard with some envy, and said, "How about it? Isn't it a loss to ask you to buy this house? Is it a big loss to plant so many fruit trees, and I can still circle such a large open space to grow vegetables, and there are so many spacious ones in the village."

"Well, it's all my blessings to cousin. When the fruits are ripe, I'll pick a basket for you first."

"Hahaha, that's good, I won't be polite to you..."

Seeing him go, Song Hongguo remembered that she still owed Qiao Yonghui food, so she used a cart to pull the basket out. At this time, she was very glad that her home was far away from the village. Even if she was on Qiao's house, she didn't have to worry about being seen and pointed at her.

The gate of the Qiao family was also closed. She knocked on it for a few times and waited for a while before someone came to open it. She was a girl who looked fourteen or five years old. She was thin and pale, but had outstanding appearance, especially her eyes, which were extremely outstanding, like a pool of autumn water, and was charming. She was wearing a black cotton coat and had a lot of patches in a dark way, but she was washed very clean. When she looked at her, she looked uneasy and alert.

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

Qiao Jingshu shook her head, and the alert in her eyes disappeared after hearing her name, "My brother is going to work."

"Well? Is there any living in the field?"

"The team organized members to start pushing fertilizer and watering the wheat field."

Song Hongguo suddenly realized that she was afraid that the wheat in her own fields would be wasted, not to mention that in the village, if there was no harvest of drought, it would be a rhythm that would be a death-desperate.

"I'll send food to your brother. Did he tell you that?"

Qiao Jingshu then went to see the things in the backpack, her eyes widened slightly, she nodded quickly, and quickly let out of her body, "Comrade Song, please come in quickly."

"Just call me sister." She was really not used to gay comrades calling, so she pushed the cart in and looked at the Qiao family's yard quietly.

The first impression was that it was clean and neat. At a glance, you could tell that the owner must be a diligent person. What caught her attention was that there was a spacious shed in the yard with a lot of wood piled up inside and some tools were neatly hung on the wall. It was supposed to be Qiao Yonghui's carpentry.

At this time, another woman walked out of the room. She was about fifty years old, with gray hair but meticulous combed. She looked in poor health, had a sick look on her face, and had weak steps. She started coughing before she could speak. A little boy of five or six years old was following her. Seeing this, she shouted "Grandma" worriedly while skillfully supporting her to sit down and patting her back.

"Mom, are you okay?" Qiao Jingshu stepped forward and asked with concern, without even caring about greeting Song Hongguo.

Du Lan waved his hand and raised his head. Although there were a lot of wrinkles on his face, he could also see that he had a good appearance when he was young. She politely said to Song Hongguo, thanked him, and finally said, "Don't worry, Yonghui knows that you are in a hurry to use it. Even if he has started working these days, he will not be able to delay the work he has done for you. Just hurry up at night."

Song Hongguo really didn't have this meaning. She was not Zhou Bapi, but seeing that she was determined and had a little bit of pride and stubbornness in her bones, she stopped talking, nodded as if she was kind, put down the food and said goodbye.

"Jingshu, you're sending the guests."

"Hey, mom, please go back to the house and rest."

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

She is not afraid of being implicated, so why is the other party rushing to clear the relationship and keep a distance?

She asked the system in confusion, "What do you think she means?"

The system said quietly, "Perhaps, are you afraid that you will fall in love with her son?"

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

The system sighed pretending, "Maybe it's because she's worried that her son will fall in love with you."

"...You were possessed by the Moon Master?"

"I didn't tease my son. It's a reasonable speculation that you are young and beautiful, and you do nothing. It also has a fatal attraction to men, not to mention that you are still giving Qiao Yonghui food. This is a timely help. How can he not be moved? Can you not treat you differently? No one knows your son, but your mother, Dulan is more nervous, beware of it, and plan for the future. It's normal."

"But I was giving him that, not for nothing. He was thinking too much, right?"

"You forgot the drawings?"

"What's the meaning?"

The system said meaningfully, "The drawings you drew opened a door to a new world for him. I guess he must have studied them repeatedly these days. In Duran's eyes, it means he can't let go of his love, loves the house and the black, and sees things and thinks of people..."

"Stop it! You are not very sensible and have a lot of imagination. If you think about it, the 3,000-word essay should be released. You shouldn't want to cheat your colleague and use me as a knife?"

"I don't……"

"Haha, the first thing Wang Erni's system is Qiao Yonghui. Now you want to get me into contact with him. Isn't it just that I want you to help you poach the corner of your colleague?"

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Chapter completed!