The older Changsun Erlang, Saburo and Silang were older and followed their father to the fields together.

Walking on the country road, the locusts in the fields have disappeared almost all the time. The plants that were eaten in a mess looked very desolate. In previous years, it was the time when the crops were growing. It only took another month or two to get the autumn harvest. But this year, everyone felt uncomfortable.

After walking quietly for half a quarter of an hour, I saw a tender green lined up from afar, which made me feel refreshed.

Li Er speeded up and walked in front. The fat guys behind Changsun Wuji heard that the eldest brother ran over quickly in the field in front.

"Brother, Erlang is here..."

"Brother, Saburo is here..."

When Changsun Chong heard someone calling him, he raised his head and saw two little fat men running over like two penguins from afar. There were many adults following behind him. They were too far away, so Changsun Chong couldn't see clearly.

It just so happened that Changsun Chong was in the middle of the ground, bent down to continue planting rice seedlings, and when those people arrived, they were almost over.

Four little fat men walked on the ground, wanting to see which one was the eldest brother. Maybe the sixth child felt very accurate, so they ran to the place where Changsun Chong was. Changsun Chong stepped back and planted rice seedlings, lowering his fat butt to his head. These three little fat men could guess.

Changsun Chong originally didn't need to go to the field in person, but when he thought that his parents in his previous life would live in longing every day. In order to meet their parents as soon as possible, and to avoid random thoughts, he could only work and work hard, and not think about random thoughts. After being tired for a day, he returned home, ate something, washed and could sleep, and had no dreams all night.

"Brother, hurry up!" Erlang pinched three lotus leaves from the edge of the stream, each of them pushed them, and put them on his head, which blocked the sun.

How many meters away from bowing his head, Changsun straightened up, turned around, and said with a smile: "Erlang, Sanlang, Silang, why are you here?"

Erlang is older and is almost twelve years old. Seeing that the eldest grandson is so dark, he knows that his elder brother is working very hard.

"Brother, parents, and younger brothers and sisters, have all come here to visit my elder brother." Erlang said with a smile. He has admired this elder brother since he was a child. Even though he has been absurd in the past two years, in this family, only the elder brother dares to contradict his father, and others don't even care about the air in front of his father.

Changsun rushed to the shore, washed his hands, washed his feet, wiped his sweat, and said, "Go and go to eat."

Changsun Chong saw so many people surrounding a middle-aged uncle. Even his father Changsun Wuji and the old fairy Cheng were serving him behind him. I guess this person was Li Er.

Changsun Chong hurried forward. The people were wearing casual clothes, so they bowed and bowed forward according to the ordinary people, and said, "Chong'er, Dad, and uncles!"

Li Er saw Changsun wearing linen cloth and many mud ideas on his body. He wore a straw hat made of wheat straw, and he looked like a farmer. This child was dark, although he was still very fat, but he was much stronger than before.

Li Er stepped forward and patted Changsun Chong on the shoulder and said, "Well, yes, you're doing a good job and writing poems well. You can teach me!"

Although we were very far away just now, we did see Changsun Chong going back from the middle of the field to the ground. We looked at it again in a blink of an eye. The rice transplanting process just now was neat and could not be a fraud. It can be seen that Changsun Chong really worked hard.

"Thank you for your compliment. Chong'er used to be very ridiculous. When he saw the sufferings of the world, Chong'er knew that he was wrong and would never make his parents angry again." Changsun Chong walked to Changsun Wuji and saluted Changsun's father again.

Seeing that his son had really improved, Changsun Wuji burst into tears. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat the size of beans on Changsun Chong's forehead. He said in a touching manner: "Okay, okay!"

Cheng Yaojin strode forward, patted Changsun Chong on the shoulder heavily, pointed to the rice seedlings in the ground, and said, "Boy, do you really know how to do farm work?"

Changsun Chong's shoulder seemed to have been removed, and he was so silly that he could breathe a sigh of relief, saying, "I didn't know how to go back to Uncle Cheng at first, but this is like studying and practicing martial arts. After doing it a lot, he became proficient. At the beginning, the little nephew was swaying and tilted, but as he did it, he gradually did a good job."

After hearing this, Cheng Yaojing thought to himself that this little boy from the Changsun family has really improved!

"Dad, uncles, the fields are hot, and there is not even a place to sit. It's better to go back to the village to have a meal." Changsun Chong saw so many big guys standing on the ground and standing there all the time, it was not a problem.

It just so happened that the small buns and small steamed buns placed the food under the big tree and greeted people for dinner.

Li Er looked at it, strode to the understory of the tree, picked up a steamed bun, broke it apart from the middle, picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, a few slices of vegetables, and put it in the steamed bun. An ancient version of the sandwich was invented by Emperor Li Er of the Tang Dynasty.

Oh, ah, you are the emperor. You eat without washing your hands and are not hygienic at all.

"What kind of farm is there? Isn't this food? Come on, I remember that back then, our monarchs and ministers fought in the east and fought, and often ate in the wild." Li Er was already squatting on the ground, eating steamed buns in big mouthfuls, and talking while eating.

Cheng Yaojin was even more overdoing and directly pinched a fat piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, praising him: "It's delicious, delicious enough!"

Wei Zai picked up the chopsticks, knocked on Cheng Yaojin's hand, and cursed: "Don't use your fingers that pick your nose and pick your ears to pinch the dishes. How do you let others eat it!"

"It's not clean, I'm not sick after eating. I, Cheng, always eat like this, otherwise I wouldn't have grown up like this. I don't look like you literati and squintessential. They all look like stings. They don't have a lot of stupidity, they don't grow any flesh, and they waste food." Cheng Yaojin said with a pout.
Chapter completed!