Farmer Fubo is open for business

"Buying land now?"

Wu was a little worried: "What if your father comes over to make trouble?"

They bought land and built a house right after the separation. My parents-in-law must have thought that Sanshun had made a fortune and it would be strange not to ask for pension money.

Song Sanshun shook his head: "Wait until I sell this old house."

Even if it can't be sold, it doesn't matter. Before my family moves out, they will definitely demolish the old house.

After a while, the wild vegetable soup and pancakes were ready in the pot.

Before taking off the pot, Changan smelled a fresh aroma.

She sniffed her little nose and guessed it was the chicken bone soup that her aunt made yesterday.

Mrs. Wu took out the vegetable soup and put it on the table, then turned around to shovel the pancakes.

The fragrance became stronger and filled the entire stove.

Chang'an got off his uncle's lap and ran to the table to watch. Huh? Why is there still meat?

Wu served Chang An a bowl of broth with several pieces of chicken in it, and a small chicken liver was also placed in her bowl.

"Eat. This is the pheasant from yesterday. I saw it was too wilted to survive this morning, so I killed it."

Mrs. Wu said and filled another bowl for her husband, and then filled a bowl of wild vegetable soup for herself.

The family of three was sitting at a small table drinking chicken soup and eating pancakes. Changan saw that there was no meat in his aunt's bowl, so he gave her his own: "Auntie, eat some meat."

Wu wanted to put the meat back and said lovingly: "Chang'an needs to eat more meat so that he can grow taller in the future. My aunt is already an adult and she won't grow taller even if she eats it."

Chang'an shook his head quickly and covered his bowl with his little hand: "Chang'an has a lot of meat. I'll give that to Auntie."

Song Sanshun sighed and said to his wife: "You can eat as much as my niece gives you. When the market comes, I will go buy some silver carp and come back, and we can eat fish balls."

Silver carp is very cheap. You can buy one weighing several kilograms for more than ten yuan. It is much more cost-effective to eat than pork, mutton and chicken.

"Yuyu?" Changan suddenly thought of the little goldfish in his dream and felt a little guilty.

If she eats fish balls, will the little goldfish be angry?

It would be better if you don't eat one less until the time comes.

Chang'an ate several pieces of chicken, secretly gave another piece to Huahua who was squatting at his feet, and then finished the soup.

The meat is so delicious. I wish I could eat it every day.

Chang'an thought about it and went out to find Goudan to play.

Mrs. Wu brought a bowl of chicken soup and walked into Goudan's house next door with her.

After all, Goudan and Changan caught this pheasant together. He ate half of it and left the other half to Goudan and his family.

"Hey, why are you bringing so much?" Sister-in-law Qian was a little embarrassed, but seeing her son's drooling expression, she still accepted it.

She put the chicken soup on the table and asked Wu, "Have you eaten? Why don't you sit down and eat something? Lao Liu went to the ditch and found some snails, and I made a bowl of soup with perilla."

"Have eaten." Mrs. Wu smiled and asked, "There will be the Tieniu Town Temple Fair in a few days. Do you want to go with us?"

"Go! Of course you go!"

Qian clapped her hands: "I have made more than twenty strings of Buddhist beads, and I was just about to tell you about this."

"Okay, we have agreed to leave early on the first day of the new year." Tieniu Town is more than 20 miles away from here. It takes a long time to walk, and I have to take Chang'an with me. If I don't go early, I might not be able to make it in time for the temple fair.

"Yeah." Qian quickly nodded in agreement.

Wu: "Then I'll go back. You can eat."

She pulled Chang An out of Qian's house and saw her sister-in-law Song Yufeng rummaging around in her yard with a stick.

Wu frowned, hurried home, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yufeng shouted angrily: "Look for that dead cat! I have to kill it today!"

Chang'an became angry when he heard this, and ran over to stop her: "No, no flowers allowed!"

"Baby! Do you have the right to speak?" Song Yufeng raised her eyebrows and was about to kick Chang'an when a big hand suddenly grabbed her by the collar.

"Get out of my house!" Song Sanshun grabbed his stepsister by the collar and threw her out of the yard, saying coldly: "If I see you entering my yard without permission in the future, I will break your legs!"

Song Yufeng had never seen the third brother with such harsh words. She was stunned and felt fear for no reason.

Then a burst of embarrassment surged into her heart, and she burst into tears and ran away to her home.

Wu had already rushed over and picked up Chang An, feeling a little guilty.

Without checking, he let Chang An run out in case he was kicked by Song Yufeng.

"Next time you see the people in the new house, stay away and don't get close to them." Those people are like animals. Who cares if Chang'an is a three-year-old child?

Changan nodded.

She wasn't afraid of them at all.

Because Xiao Yuyu said that it would protect her well.

Song Sanshun stood in the yard and thought for a long time before stepping out.

He had to sell this old house, and it was best to do it quietly.

But to whom will it be sold? Such a dilapidated house, even if there is a big opening in the front and back of the house, is it difficult to sell it?

He turned around and walked straight towards the patriarch's uncle's house.

I would like to talk to the patriarch uncle first and ask him to help me find out who wants to buy a house.

Chang'an saw that his uncle was gone, his aunt was busy peeling soapberries, and Goudan was also eating, and wouldn't come out for a while. He had no one to play with, so he had to go find Huahua.

Huahua was sitting next to the mouse hole in the corner of the house, unwilling to go out with her little master.

Chang'an had no choice but to play in the mud in the yard.

She scooped a little water and poured it into the soil, mixed it with Ba and Ba, and then followed her aunt's example to make steamed buns.

But she can only make flower steamed buns, but not other types of steamed buns.

However, she now wants to hold a cat, a big cat like Huahua.

When Goudan came over after eating, he saw the little doll squatting on the ground with two lifelike clay cats at his feet.

Although it has no eyes, nose or mouth, looking at its body shape, ears and tail, one can still recognize it as a little clay cat.

"I can do it too." Goudan became more competitive and squatted on the ground to make clay puppets with Chang'an.

However, no matter how hard he pinched it, he could not bring out the charm of the cat.

After several failures, Goudan turned to building a house.

He patted the soft mud into long squares, and then put them together one by one. The roof was also put together. When it was completed, it really looked like that.

Goudan was so proud that he continued to make tables and beds and placed them in the mud house.

Chang'an stared at Brother Goudan's masterpiece with wide eyes, and asked: "Who will live in it?"

"I grew up and lived there." Goudan said, and he made a few little clay figures that didn't look like humans and introduced them to Chang'an: "This is me, this is my wife, and this is my child."

Chang'an's eyelids twitched and he quickly looked away.

Then she lowered her head and pinched a few little clay figurines.

After a while, she pinched out three clay figures and handed them to Goudan: "Here."

Goudan was stunned for a moment.

The little figures made by Chang'an are also very similar, a male clay figurine, a female clay figurine, and a clay doll.

The little man has the same hairstyle as his parents, and the clay doll looks like his sister.

Look at what you pinched again, hey, there is no harm without comparison.

Goudan suffered a critical attack when he was little.

At this time, Mrs. Qian came over and saw the two children squatting on the ground making clay dolls. She couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey, who made this clay doll?"

Goudan pointed at Changan dejectedly: "Her!"

"Oh, it's so similar." Mrs. Qian picked up the little clay figurine and looked around, then called Mrs. Wu to come over and take a look. "Come and see, Chang'an's hands are really skillful, look at how this clay figurine can squeeze it, tsk tsk."