There is a book-sized picture frame in Mei's bedroom. It is always placed on the small coffee table next to the bed, and it can be seen when you turn your head when you lie on the bed.

Guan Ping'an was very envious of Mrs. Mei in the photo frame, and she wanted to ask many times but didn't dare to ask, for fear that she would accidentally arouse Mei Lao's sadness.

can make Grandpa Mei keep his oath all his life and be alone, she must be very remarkable, and it is definitely not Mu Xiu's so-called weak water of three thousand, only take one scoop to drink.

Mei Lao kept smiling and silently looking at his little little dot in front of the photo frame with a plate of miscellaneous Jiangnan pastries.

If your Grandma Mei is still alive, if you mess around like this, her first reaction is not to praise you, but to give you a book list first.

When Guan Ping'an still wanted to enter the house with a plate of hairy crabs, Mei Lao had to shout to stop. It's a sweltering dog day, you can figure it out.

Well, go get some sleep.

Guan Ping'an tilted his little head and blinked: Are you sure? Didn't Grandpa Yi say that his cousin is her Grandma Mei's favorite chrysanthemum wine with hairy crabs?

Although it is said that "the navel is in September, the tip in October", it is not the best time to eat hairy crabs, but she can't wait until September to return to Beijing, right?

For this basket of hairy crabs, she has put a lot of thought into it. and the chrysanthemum wine, she also ran a long way to catch the market.

Well, grandpa goes to work, you and your brother go to have a good rest, and we'll talk again in the evening.

All right.

Grandma Mei, it's not that I don't feel sorry for you, it's that Grandpa Mei doesn't feel sorry for you. Don't worry, I will learn what you learn, and I will also make chrysanthemum wine for my grandfather Mei in the future.

The east wing is one room next to the main room.

Guan Ping'an closed her eyes and lay on the bed listening to the snoring of the house Tianyou falling asleep, and when she heard the cry of the courtyard that was left to know, she glanced at the bamboo curtain at the door of the room.

This kind of bamboo curtain is the most common kind of bamboo curtain in the south, where small bamboo strips are woven together with rope and wrapped around the four sides with cloth strips.

It is said to be the most common and uncommon, the difference is that the workmanship of this bamboo curtain is more exquisite, and only the faint shadow of the opposite side can be seen through the bamboo curtain.

With this kind of bamboo curtains, even more complicated, Guan Ping'an collected a lot, and rushed to the seller's village in a hurry.

Just as every household in her tunzi can weave kang mats and wicker baskets, everyone in a village in Hangzhou can also use bamboo weaving skills.

In order to cover people's eyes, she lost her words. But I want to ask her grandfather to send bamboo products and bamboo shoots or something, and I haven't sent them to her father.

Her dad should be able to understand her, right?

Fat beaten? non-existent. Guan Ping'an, who closed the door, flashed into the bamboo house, stood in front of a pile of goods and shook his head, her father hurt her.

That's a lot of things...... Guan Ping'an, who only entered the small gourd after a month, saw the real thing, and scratched his head with his teeth, how can this be done?

Accidentally, play Dafa.

Deceive?

It must be impossible to hide it from her.

Guan Ping'an's eyes rolled, he came out of the east house, carefully avoided the goods piled up in the hall, stood at the door of the west house, and carefully walked out of the bamboo house through the cracks.

Parvis?

In addition to the original pickled large number of jars and jars, there is a new batch of "residents". Some jars and jars with obvious color and different processes.

That's it?

No!

Hundreds of bamboo baskets were also piled up.

Backyard?

Immediately behind the bamboo house and the stove room was a pile of marijuana bags that had been built high enough to almost cover the doorway, full of dry goods that she had not yet had time to tidy up.

Of course, the good things had been hidden in the back room and the basement below the stove room by her. And these things in the yard, including the things on the red carpet in the backyard, are all shipped by Guan Ping'an in the day or two before leaving Beijing, otherwise she must not be frightened.

Besides, I don't know if I don't go out, as soon as I go out, Guan Ping'an finds that not only the money in her hand is spent quickly, but also the things are consumed quickly.

Those antique cultural relics and books or something, when they reach her hands, they must only be in and out, and she plans to collect more heirlooms in the future.

Gold, not for sale.

This is the bottom of the box left to her future prodigal nephews. Therefore, she Guan Ping'an is now short of money and tickets, and she lacks money and tickets.

After walking around, Guan Ping'an had a more specific plan for the loot of this trip, she was not in a hurry to go out, and hurriedly took advantage of her little brother's lunch break to dig a pit.

The end of the lake in the small gourd was still full of white mist, and he didn't know where it led, and Guan Ping'an didn't dare to sprinkle a few more drops of blood on the ground.

At the very least, she didn't dare to be outside. Maybe...... Guan Ping'an glanced at the end thoughtfully, maybe this trip home, he could try again.

With her father coming to the capital to meet her Grandpa Mei before, no matter what aspects are considered in the short term, Xiao Hulu will be in retreat for a year and a half, and there is no major problem to the safety of her family.

But...... No, still no, absolutely not greedy.

Guan Ping'an pursed her lips and thought about this, but she didn't delay her from using two things, digging a new pit with the pickaxe she held tightly in both hands.

This pit?

Ahem...... It is a small pond dug out of the lake next to the lake, which has grown quite large in a short period of time, and is now a lotus pond crab fat.

As long as you pick up one of the cylindrical cages in the pond, the hairy crabs in it are still small, each of which is the size of an adult's fist.

At this growth rate, Guan Ping'an was not sure if the cubs they gave birth to would eventually become hairy crabs full of ponds, so he could only use a stupid method to expand the pond area first.

Fortunately, she has a lot of strength, and fortunately, the black soil of the little gourd is enough for her to toss, but it really can't work, isn't there still a lawn?

Guan Ping'an pondered for a while, and after finishing the work of digging the soil, she returned to the wooden bed in the east house with the little gourd, and she made adjustments when she controlled her mental power to sort out the results of this battle.

Let's say cloth.

The pieces of fine cloth that can be piled up to the height of the roof of the bamboo house, her family can't wear it for ten years, even if it can't be worn for twenty years, what are you keeping?

Sell!

For example, if you want to keep one or two copies of the radio, you can keep one or two copies of various styles, so why do you keep them? This is what her mother said should not be eaten or used.

Sell!

Guan Ping'an controlled his mind and tried his best to move some of the goods that accounted for a large amount to the front and back yards of the bamboo house, in order to restore the furnishings in the bamboo house to their original state before returning home.

Well, her father won't be able to find out this time. Maybe seeing her so obedient, she won't force her to study anymore if she is soft-hearted.

Although she can't help but be cheap when she sees the books in the scrapyard now, it's not this book, she wants to turn it over, okay?

But it seems that even her Grandpa Mei thinks that she should turn over more books and study more.