Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 420 Pick and Pick

  Uncle Qian raised his head and asked Qian Dalang to go to the kitchen to get some food for the Zhou Dalang brothers. Zhou Dalang quickly said: "Father, we came here when we were full, and we are not hungry yet."

  Tuesday Lang nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Uncle, or let's go to bed now, I guess we can afford it in four more days."

  Uncle Qian thought about it, and quickly asked them to vacate the room to go to sleep.

  The house of the Qian’s family is much more stressful than that of the old Zhou’s, so Qian’s sister-in-law and Qian’s second-sister-in-law took the children to the same room, and the two took them to sleep, while the four cousins ​​huddled together.

  Fortunately, it’s summer, when the doors and windows are closed, and the mosquitoes are slapped, they can sleep directly on the ground.

  After sleeping for less than three hours, Uncle Qian, who hadn't closed his eyes so much, felt dark, went to the room to wake up the four of them, and he touched the moonlight in the sky and touched Second Uncle Qian's house not far away.

   The eldest aunt also went to wake up the youngest couple, the man went to carry the wheat out, and the woman went to the kitchen to make noodles for them to fill their stomachs.

  Everyone was light-handed and did not dare to make a loud noise.

  The light of Qian's second uncle's house not far away came on, and after a while, the light dimmed again, and then it was Qian's third uncle's house.

  Everyone was busy for more than half an hour, and before the fifth shift, they gathered together to eat a bowl of noodles, and then picked up the wheat in the yard.

  One person, one load, two bags of wheat on the outer head, tied tightly with hemp rope, one load can carry two bags.

  Tuesday Lang was a little regretful, and said in a low voice: "I came out in a hurry. I should have pushed the cart here."

  Zhou Dalang was also a little regretful, "I was a little panicked at the time, where can I get so much."

  Sen Saburo laughed sullenly, and comforted him indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay, just remember it when you get more."

  Tuesday, Lang nodded in agreement.

   Zhou Dalang secretly said: Come a few times, I have to lose my life.

  He didn't sleep much last night.

  A few people fixed the pole, and set off waiting for Uncle Qian to come back, and then Uncle Qian came back, only Qian Sanjie was behind him.

  He waved to Tue Lang and said: "Er Lang, you go with your third uncle to your second uncle. There are two bags of grain, one bag of your second uncle, and one bag of your third uncle."

  Tuesday Lang didn't ask much, so he took the pole and left.

  Qian Sanjiu was very happy, stepped forward and took his shoulders and left, whispering: "Walk around, Sanjiu's house only has pancakes, do you want to eat a few?"

  Tuesday Lang laughed, "No need Sanji, I just ate noodles."

   "Then, take it with you, turn around and give you food on the way..." Qian Sanjiu took Tuileang away.

   Qian Saburo couldn't help but pouted, "Father, what is Sanshu doing?"

Uncle Qian glanced at him and said, "What are you doing with so much nonsense? Let's go and wait for them at the entrance of the village."

After all, Uncle Qian also took a pole to pick up the grain bags.

   "But as soon as my second cousin leaves, we have only two bags left in our house." Qian Saburo was a little unhappy, "One hundred and fifty wen, there is no ten in this bag, there are always eight in nine buckets, right?"

  Uncle Qian gently patted him on the back with a pole, and whispered, "Auntie is not only your aunt, but also the aunt of your cousins. Your eldest cousin is here."

   "The big cousin is my brother-in-law!"

   "Well," Uncle Qian said indifferently: "So he picked two food bags from our family."

  Senzaburo stopped talking.

  Zhou Dalang smiled sullenly at them, shrinking aside and dared not speak.

Aunt Qian had nothing to do. After hearing the calculations from the younger son, she felt heartache. She glanced at the two bags of wheat lying in the yard, and gritted her teeth one last time, and said to Aunt Qian, "Go get two more bags. Come, we separated and picked up."

  Uncle Qian: "...Aren't you fooling around?"

   "What the hell, our strength is a little bit weak, but who has never picked something in the family? We still pick the water in the house, and divide the two bags of wheat into four bags, not much."

  Aunt Qian finally separated the wheat, and then told the two daughter-in-laws, and together with the eldest daughter-in-law, they took the burden to keep up.

  The village is quiet, and no one raises a dog. As long as you move lightly, people who are asleep will naturally not know that someone is walking by with a torch outside.

  At the entrance of the village, I stopped and waited for a while. After a while, the second uncle Qian and the third uncle Qian also came out with Tue Lang and his sons.

  Among the three families, Uncle Qian’s family has the most people and carries the most wheat.

  Sen Saburo was envious. He used to feel that his son had too much burden, but only then did I feel that it is good to have more sons.

  Qian Sanjiu took the time to take a look at his two sons, a little unhappy.

  Everyone gathered together, and everyone picked up food bags and set off together. Because the journey was still far away, they simply extinguished the three torches and only used the rest to illuminate them. They decided to light up these three also when they took a break.

  Because they were carrying grain bags, they took an hour to arrive after half an hour's journey, and they had a rest in the middle.

  It was already five days before arriving in Qili Village, and **** crowing began everywhere in the village.

  Lao Zhoutou and Qian were awake when the **** crowed. They closed their eyes and went to sleep, while listening to the external sound with their ears up.

  So they got up as soon as there was a sound outside, and the little Qian's was a little faster than them. She slept with her clothes tightly closed, and then got up and opened the door when the door made noise.

  Outside the door is Wu Yaya’s maiden family.

  Xiao Qian was taken aback when he saw his elder aunt, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Mother, why are you here too?"

  The big aunt smiled at her, bending over to pick up the load, the little Qian hurriedly took over, and whispered: "I'll come, I'll come."

  Everyone in the old Zhou family was awakened, except for the children.

Man Bao didn't wake up at all. She didn't even hear anything. She was sleeping on her belly. The white little fat man reached out to the bed with her hand and chewed with her mouth. She didn't know if it was. Dream of something delicious.

  When a bright light from the sky shone into the bed from the window, and the chicken at the back of her house cried again, she yawned and stretched out to get up from the bed.

  She rubbed her eyes and looked out. Seeing that it was getting lighter, she got out of bed and ran to the yard to wash.

In order to make it easier for the people in the small courtyard to wash, but also to divert the flow, so as not to know that a large group of people are squeezed to wash and rinse off in the courtyard, so Lao Zhou spent money to buy a big tank and put it in the small courtyard. Here.

  Bao made a mouthful. After washing her face, she ran into the room and combed her hair. He simply tied two small pulls, let the hair hang down, and ran out.

  Of course, with her little bookcase by the way.

  As soon as I ran to the compound, I saw a group of people sitting in the yard, napping and talking.

  Little Qian was busy working in the kitchen, and when he heard the movement, he smiled and waved to her, "What are you doing in a daze? I don't recognize the uncles. Call me uncle."

  Man Bao is the most familiar with Uncle Qian and San Uncle Qian. The familiar one greeted the two of them. He went into the kitchen to see Aunt Qian and found that her mother was also there.

  (End of this chapter)