Although the family seems to be very fierce now, it seems that nothing has happened before after a while.

During dinner, the family sat around the table, eating delicious meals and roasting a warm fire, Liu Yuanhe said worriedly: "There are still many oranges in the mountain. I hope it won't rain tonight, so that I can go into the mountain to pick for a day tomorrow."

"Looking at this weather, it's about to rain and the wind is wet." My mother was talking, and the empty door was blown open by the wind. A cold wind instantly swept into the narrow kitchen, blowing the three of them a little cold.

Even the firewood in the stove was almost blown out.

Liu Qingshan quickly put down his bowls and chopsticks and ran to the wood in the yard, took a piece of firewood as thick as an arm and stuffed it into the stove: "It's so cold outside, much colder than in the house, I'm afraid it's really going to rain tomorrow."

"Oh." Liu Yuanhe looked at the rising stove and sighed, "If this is the case, I guess the oranges will be ruined by the animals in the mountains."

"Oh, don't mention your orange." When Liu Qingshan heard about oranges, he couldn't help but think of his father's appearance in his daytime look at those women. He was very angry. "Anyway, no matter how much your oranges have been ruined, you don't think I'll help you again."

"If you don't help, don't help." Liu Yuanhe took a sip of Chuanduo Pigtail Soup and said disdainfully, "I didn't ask you to help me."

Now, after drinking this Sichuan Broken Pig Tail Soup for a few days, I feel that my body is really harder.

I don’t know if it’s the psychological effect or the soup made by this brat is really effective.

Anyway, just with his current body, let alone picking oranges, he can pick the moon in the sky as long as he has a way to walk for him.

Of course, you also need a bed, a pillow, a quilt, and a half pound of rice wine to get a little drunk, then lie in, sleep comfortably, have a dream, etc., let alone picking the moon, or even picking the sun.

When sleeping, the mountain wind blew louder and louder. Liu Qingshan was so cold that he couldn't help but roll up the quilt that had been covered from small to large. He kept cursing the ghost weather in his heart, and it was the same for a while.

Two days ago, the sun could still cause heat stroke to cause people to suffer from heat stroke, but the wind direction changed, and the air conditioning came.

Immediately afterwards, some rustling sounds were inserted into the whistling sound of the mountain wind.

It's really raining.

Liu Qingshan was not very sure, so he hurriedly got up and lay on the window.

He lives in the innermost room, with the window facing the gables on the back mountain, and there is only one or two meters away.

The gables were covered with weeds and some small shrubs, and they were hit by the drizzle of autumn rain, and they were not going to make a rustling sound.

"Oh, it seems that I can't go into the mountain to dig bamboo shoots tomorrow." Liu Qingshan looked at the raindrops flying outside the window quietly falling in the light that shot out of the house, but he didn't have the leisure to appreciate the autumn rain that was praised as a poem and dream.

In the eyes of a small mountain farmer like him, raining only means that he cannot work in the fields or in the mountains. Even the only sets of clothes may not be done due to the rain, which will lead to no more clothes being changed.

So, he didn't have the pleasure of singing the damn autumn rain.

In the morning, the rain was still tirelessly. After a night of hard work, the drizzle of last night had already gathered on the roof into streams, and was rolling down from the black tiles with joy.

"Mom, why do you get up so early on rainy days?" Seeing that my mother was already busy in the kitchen, Liu Qingshan stretched and said, "It's raining, and you don't know how to sleep for a while."

"Aren't I afraid you will get up early?" Wu Cuimei said to her son who had finally been sleeping in. "I originally thought that you would go into the mountain to dig bamboo shoots in the rain, so I wanted to get up early to stop you and advise you not to enter the mountain in the rain."

"Mom, you think too much of me." Liu Qingshan brushed his teeth and said, "If I want to be so diligent, then our family will have a good fortune long ago."

"Haha, you're not lazy now. You're definitely not as good as a person like the village chief, but you're much better than a person like your uncle."

"That's a big deal." The father stretched out his waist and walked out of the room. "He is three children, and he is still a bachelor, why is he better than his uncle?"

Look, this is the difference between father and mother.

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes: "Isn't that because you can't do it? If you can, you have a few more brothers and sisters to set an example for me. Can I do this?"

"I can't do it? I can't do it, I can give birth to you, a stinky brat?" Liu Yuanhe was so angry that he almost threw his slippers over.

Although the rain was not very heavy today, the whole family didn't go out and they all stayed at home.

It was not until lunch that my mother came back from the vegetable garden anxiously, and the family's leisure and leisure day was broken.

The village chief’s wife was also anxious and returned home in the drizzle.

The village chief’s wife is a woman in her forties. She is a little fat and not tall. Her short hair curled up on her head, covered with fallen leaves and grass seeds.

Her clothes were wet by the rain, and a few strands of messy hair were still pressed against her forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

Before Liu Qingshan and Liu Yuanhe came to their senses from her embarrassment, she took Liu Qingshan's hand and said impatiently: "Qingshan, hurry up, come into the mountain with me."

"What's wrong?" Liu Qingshan didn't react for a moment, and then staggered, almost rushing to the ground to eat shit.

"Your village chief is crushed by wood in the mountains. Come with me." The village chief aunt said with a sob, "Go away quickly, and say as you walk."

"I'll go too." Liu Yuanhe put down the pigtail soup in his hand and was about to follow him.

Liu Qingshan pushed him: "Don't follow him and cause trouble. I'll do it. You can take your medicine well."

Although it was imminent to rescue the village chief, Liu Qingshan knew very well that the Huangni Mountain Road that had been wet all night must be wet and slippery, and only those who were hardworking and hardworking as hard-working as the village chief would go into the mountains to work in the rain.

After persuading his father with one sentence, Liu Qingshan quickly followed the village chief and aunt to the mountain.

"I said I didn't go into the mountain this morning, but he didn't listen and insisted on going into the mountain to pull wood. You also know that your village chief has been busy with the affairs of the village over the years and doesn't even care about his own family, so whenever he has time, he has to find a way to find work. A few days ago, I bought a few big fir trees in the village. The wood was as thick as a big iron pot, and most people were unwilling to take on this job. But when your village chief saw that he made some money, he completely ignored his body and bought all the big fir trees in one breath."

The village chief aunt took Liu Qingshan to the mountains while jogging with him, while telling Liu Qingshan about the cause and effect of the matter.
Chapter completed!