Mrs. Song was not at home, and Tong Jizhou was not worried that Song Ci would be alone, so after the last discussion, he decided to close the door and take the little girl to the captain's house together.

The autumn harvest is in full swing.

Peanuts, corn, soybeans, sorghum and everything are being harvested and are being packed up for drying, and the planting of winter wheat is about to begin.

Then it's time to harvest radishes, cabbage, sweet potatoes, taro, and still busy.

There was almost no one in the village.

Even the big dog who cares for the house is more energetic than usual, knowing that the responsibility of the housekeeper is all about one, and he is not sloppy at all.

When he was so busy, Tong's father came thousands of miles to find his son, but you can imagine how much pressure he was under, and he was afraid that he would have to deduct a lot of work, which would be equivalent to picking food out of his mouth and throwing it away.

The more Tong Jizhou thought about it, the more ashamed he became, gritting his teeth all the way to carry his old father, no matter how tired he was, he didn't say a word.

Song Ci was in a good mood.

She is almost suffocated at home these days, and it is rare for her to sneak out to let off steam, and she can't wait to jump high and circle in circles.

"The weather is so sunny today, and the scenery is so beautiful! The butterflies are busy, the bees are busy, the birds are busy, the white clouds are busy, and the horses' hooves are trampling the flowers fragrant. ”【1】

Song Ci casually hummed two minor tunes, butterflies and bees gradually followed her, and the swallows and sparrows on the antenna under the eaves also chirped to accompany her, which was very lively.

Tong Jizhou listened strangely, held his breath and didn't dare to ask, only turned his head to look at her frequently.

Little teacher can't still write his own songs, right?

It didn't seem impossible for her.

Tong Jizhou persuaded himself first.

The captain's house is not far away, and Tong Jizhou, a weak scholar who can't pick up his hand or lift it, took a break halfway, so he carried his father.

Of course, Tong's father was reluctant to work his son. Book bar

However, Tong Jizhou felt guilty, and was thinking about how to atone for his sins, but he refused to listen to persuasion, so he gritted his teeth and did a big thing.

This time, Li Deyi was not at home, but his wife, He Bixiu, the captain's wife, was at home and watched the children for her little grandson.

I was startled when I saw someone coming in, and hurriedly asked what was going on.

After hearing that after hearing about it, He Bixiu angrily counted down the unreliable Tong Jizhou, and after giving the frail and sick old man Zhang Luo some food and drink, he hurriedly sent Tong Jizhou to ask for a doctor.

The barefoot doctor in the village will also order the work of the three-legged cat, since the expert group for the treatment of swine fever came to the village, he also looked at the front and back to help, in fact, he just wanted to steal the two hands, and no one stopped him.

If you want to ask someone to see a doctor, of course, you can't invite him, you have to hire a famous doctor from the expert group.

However, the working group is busy with work, and the general minor illnesses and pains are embarrassed to disturb others, otherwise they will not mess up?

This has to take the face of Song Ci, after all, she gave people a needle, and she had to call the teacher to come over to check it, so as to save the chaos.

Tong Jizhou got this and hurried to the pig farm.

He is also worried about his father's body, and he can ask an expert to take a look, which is a great thing that he can't ask for a gift!

"Second grandma, is my brother still coughing today?"

Song Ci lay on the kang and watched the children climb.

The child who has just turned one year old is the most fun time, with big eyes, red mouth, soft hands and feet, wearing a pullover tiger shirt, and the tiger head and tiger brain are particularly cute.

It is not very good physique, less than the month, and it is easy to make trouble when the season changes.

No, the autumn breeze is cool, and I cough again.

Drinking rock sugar pears all day long, it is still lingering and repeated, and it is very sad.

Song Ci held the little doll's small hands, controlled the spiritual power to input into his body, and slowly helped him channel the meridians in his body.

Because the child was young and afraid of hurting him, Song Ci was ten times more careful than usual, and after a while, his brain secreted fine sweat.