Song Chunan looked at his daughter.

Song Ci put a finger on his mouth, signaling him not to interrupt the screenwriter's inspiration.

The two walked away quietly in tacit understanding.

Wang Nan looked up at the harmonious backs of the two, and the pen in his hand wrote faster.

Song Chunan went home with her daughter, and after reporting to her daughter-in-law, she helped scoop the hot water from the cauldron into the large bathtub and mix it with cold water.

"Okay, let's wash my daughter first. ”

Song Chunan put down the curtain of the door, took a small horse to sit in the yard, picked up a piece of broken glass and scraped the potato skin, and helped his daughter-in-law guard the door by the way.

The new potatoes haven't come down yet, and the old potatoes from last year have been stored here, and the skin is green, and they have sprouted, and they are wrinkled and not very good-looking, and they don't taste very good.

But in this green and yellow season, some of them are good to eat, how can they still pick and choose?

Just rush such a drought method, and after a while, I'm afraid that I won't even dig up wild vegetables.

Thinking of the astringency of wild vegetables that can't be removed, Song Chun'an felt uncomfortable in his mouth.

He's not a pig, and he doesn't like to eat that.

If there is oil, it can barely make do with it.

But it's still not as delicious as meat.

Song Chunan recalled the fragrance of the meat buns, and even looked at the numb and leprosy potato seeds in his hand.

In the stove room, there was the sound of Song porcelain playing in the water.

The corners of Song Chun'an's mouth raised, and he laughed secretly, the little girl still likes to play in the water.

His thoughts turned to going to the river at night.

Thinking of the strangeness of fetching water in the well of the vegetable garden just now, Song Chunan's face became serious again.

He was seven or eight points sure that his daughter had done it.

But no matter how capable the girl is, her age is there. After doing such a big thing, you must be tired enough, right?

Originally, the idea of taking my daughter to the river and trying to see if I could make the river rise, was ruthlessly pressed.

You can't make your daughter tired.

His daughter is not God, and she can't control the big thing of rain and water.

Besides, it's not really a drought that starves to death, and there's no need for her to be a savior.

And it's likely to be thankless.

If this spreads, it will be beaten into a cow, a ghost, a snake or something......

Song Chunan bit his cheeks, just thinking about his white and pure daughter, who was going to be driven to live in the cowshed, and eat cold water on the head of the nest, no matter whether he was forced to go to work on dog days or thirty-nine days, and he was pointed at by others, and was thrown by children, he was so angry that he wanted to sand Ren!

If he can't even protect his own daughter, what kind of father is he!

Or is his wife right, these things can't be said outside, they must rot in the stomach.

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you.

Song Chunan gritted his teeth a few times, forcibly suppressed the nameless fire, looked down at the potatoes that were crumbled into several pieces in his hand, and threw them into the basin with an expressionless face.

Anyway, I have to eat something in my stomach, whether it looks good or not, and it saves the time of cutting.

"Song Chun'an, take your daughter back to the house. ”

Li Shengnan's relaxed and happy shouts came from the stove room.

Song Chunan threw down the glass piece, promised to get up, scooped water and washed his hands first, and then took the tightly wrapped girl back to the house.

"My girl is so fragrant!"

Song Chunan put his daughter back on the kang, took the clean clothes that the daughter-in-law found out in advance by the kang, and wanted to change them for her daughter.

Song Ci was wrapped in a big towel quilt, rolled into the kang with a bone, tilted his head and sold cuteness to his father:

"I wear it myself, and the little flower must wear it herself. ”

Song Chun'an decided that the girl was not ordinary, and he didn't insist, so he put down his clothes according to her wishes, and instructed:

"You're playing on the kang, and you're going to go down to the ground to call your father, you know?"

Song Ci nodded vigorously:

"I'm good. ”