Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Madam Song patted his shoulder in a funny way, then looked at her eldest son, who was not good at words but equally happy, and her little daughter, who was about to jump up. She nodded and affirmed: "Yes, we have land! We will farm our own land in the future. , support themselves.”

When they separated, she still felt guilty for letting her children leave the old house with her to endure hardships. But now that she thinks about it, she feels that the decision was the right one. A little hardship and tiredness are nothing, there are no lazy people in their big house, and their life is on track. They are full of energy that cannot be used up.

After these days of cultivation, the bloody mouth on Ning Fengnian's head has scabbed over, and he is no longer constantly groggy. Today, after finally getting the doctor's approval, his wife helped him walk around the yard a few times.

But when he was walking around, everyone from Ning's mother Song to the youngest Xiaoxiao stared at him with burning eyes, ready to carry him back to the house at any time if something went wrong.

Ning Fengnian felt a lot of pressure, so he tried to tell a joke to ease the atmosphere: "These days, I can feel the feeling of confinement." After saying this, Mrs. Song glared at her and pushed her back into the room.

Only then did Ning Fengnian remember that Mrs. Song had never had a decent confinement period with him. Every time, he was urged to do something busy three or four days after giving birth. He saw the anxiety and busyness of the whole family these days. In his eyes, his heart was touched for a moment, and he shook Mrs. Song's hand and said with emotion: "Qiu Niang, the greatest luck in my life, Ning Fengnian, is to marry a wife like you."

Mrs. Song blushed: "That's not a good idea!" She didn't take away her hand. Although everyone feels that Ning Fengnian's energy has improved a lot recently, they can only feel at ease after getting Doctor He's correct words today. As soon as they felt relieved, tears couldn't help but fall down: "You scared me to death. …”

God knows, Mrs. Song was so frightened that she was shaking when she saw him covered in blood. Otherwise, she wouldn't have insisted on separating the family after hearing Mrs. Ning say that she would only let him rest for two days without even giving away medicine. .

Xiaoxiao and the other three left knowingly when their father held mother's hand. Now they went to clean up the bamboo shoots piled in the yard. Ning Erlang felt that he had almost dug up all the bamboo shoots on the mountain: "I eat this stuff every day. It’s not a big deal.”

Xiaoxiao asked him: "Have you seen those two jars in the yard?"

When the family was separated, I don’t know how the old man was so shameless that he had the nerve to use two jars of sauerkraut that were only half full for twenty kilograms of grain. In the past two days, Xiaoxiao washed the jars and exposed them to the sun, then put them in Chopped bamboo shoots.

Ning Erlang participated in part of the operation, but he didn't understand what his sister wanted to do. At this moment, Xiaoxiao directed him to open the jar. As soon as he opened it, he and his elder brother smelled a fresh and sour smell.

Different from the sour smell after food goes bad, this smell is a bit like sauerkraut.

Ningjiro looked doubtful: "Is this food edible?"

Ning Dalang did not hesitate to pick one out with his chopsticks and took a bite. After finishing the meal, he gave his sister a thumbs up, which made Xiaoxiao proudly put her hands on her hips: "Look, what I cook can't be delicious!"

Ning Erlang also grabbed his elder brother's chopsticks and narrowed his eyes after taking a bite: "Oh, don't say it, it's good to change the taste. This is much more delicious than the sauerkraut made by the second aunt. I can use it as a side dish to eat with porridge. Can you take it for a month?"

Xiaoxiao looked at him like a little fool: "Can you have some higher-level pursuits?"

Ning Erlang asked without shame: "What kind of pursuit is it specifically?"