Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

But how is it like making up for regrets?

Could it be that in a previous life, this big brother...

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue frowned slightly.

Xue Yan didn't notice the change in Jiang Yue, he just saw his honest and honest elder brother so happy, he was also happy, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

In his last life, after he became an official in the Hanlin Academy, he took his family to the imperial capital, and his family no longer had to work hard to grow crops.

It just so happened that his eldest brother has always liked being a carpenter, so he began to fiddle in his house in the imperial capital every day. The eldest brother still has a little talent in this area, and his fiddling is getting better and better. It's too young, and I want to make him a bigger one. When I do it, I forget the time at night. Just that night, someone came to his house to steal the secret letter written to him by the prime minister. He was stabbed with a knife and lay on the ground dripping with blood.

The large painting case, which was more than half finished and with extremely exquisite carvings, became the last relic left to him by his eldest brother.

Thinking of this, Xue Yan closed his eyes.

Squeeze the pain that is rushing up.

Fortunately, in this life, the big brother is still alive.

The tragedy of the family, in this life, he will never let it happen again.

Liu Guixia and the others had already prepared the food. When they returned home, Jiang Yue washed her hands first, then walked to the stove and took the small bowl of rice that Li Hehua handed her.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

"Oh, our Yuebao is polite. Let's go and eat."

"Well." Jiang Yue came to the dining table holding the small rice bowl. Xue Dafu and the others hurriedly picked it up and brought her a lot of dishes. They didn't return the small rice bowl to her until she said enough.

Holding the small rice bowl again, she walked to the small bench exclusively for her and sat down. After the small rice bowl was placed on the stool in front of her, she picked up the small wooden spoon and started eating dinner in small bites.

She also wanted to slurp, but now that she is small and her mouth is small, she can't do anything about it.

Since this morning, there has been no more bran in the meal. When I was eating meat last night, Xue Dafu said that whether I buy farmland or not, it will not be as bitter as before, and every meal of wild vegetables is also good. It is less than before. The wild vegetables dug up before are reluctant to give to chickens, they are all eaten by people. If you think you can save a little, you can save a little. Now, most of the wild vegetables are chopped for chickens.

Today, the family has eight mu of their own fields, and if they can do this, their living conditions have been improved a little.

But not enough.

Jiang Yue's eyes were suddenly firm.

After she has replanted the three crops of corn, cotton and sorghum, she will have to earn money.

Suddenly, a peasant man in his fifties, wearing a gray cloth bunt and with a goatee, walked in. The peasant man smiled and said, "Have you just eaten?"

"Hey, big brother." Xue Dafu and Liu Guixia both hurriedly stood up from the dining table.

"Uncle." Xue Yihu and the others also stood up.

Xue Yan was squatting, but also stood up.

Only then did Jiang Yue know that this man was Xue Yan's uncle Xue Darong.

"Brother, you haven't eaten yet, so just use some at our house." With that said, Liu Guixia was about to go to serve the meal.

"I've eaten and I've eaten, so don't be too busy, Guixia." Xue Darong smiled.

"Uncle, sit down." Xue Erhu left the table and gave up the long bench he was sitting on.

Xue Darong didn't enter the shed, but just stood outside the shed and said with a smile: "If you don't sit down, I will just stand up after eating, let me stand. You all eat your food, leave me alone. This is Yuebao, right? "