Song Jiawang emotionally shouted first:

"Brother Anzi, don't be uncomfortable, let's not be in a hurry, eat one bite at a time, beat one bite at a time, and fight no matter how much you fight, it's a good thing to accumulate merit, this is glorious!

You don't have three heads and six arms, and those places that can't be helped can't complain about you. It's not that you call it dry and not rainy, let's not be careful. ”

The others shouted:

"Yes, Anzi, you are a human being, not a god, you can do as much as you can. First beat our village well, then help your sister and her mother-in-law's house, and then go to help other relatives and friends, one by one.

No one pops out of the cracks in the stones, they all pay attention to their relatives and distance, so you will come to your house first. A manly man, if he can't even fiddle with his own small family, and let his parents and children suffer, then he is not called a man!"

Wang Yuanbao was already numb.

He can see this out, isn't it just to drive him away?

Song Chun'an will dig wells and be willing to do business outside, but you have to queue up!

Songjiazhuang is not done here, even if others die of drought, they deserve it!

Who told them that there was no Song Chunan in their village?

As soon as Song Jianshe saw his half-dead and annoying look, he knew that the matter was done, and quietly gave a thumbs up to the eighth master, and then he cleared his throat and talked about the scene.

"Yuanbao, you have also seen it, the big guys are all this opinion. Although I also want to cut a line for you, we have to pay attention to democracy, and the voice of the masses is the direction of our action, right?"

Wang Yuanbao wiped his face, MMP in his heart, and had to squeeze out a polite smile on his face.

"That's that, the big guy is right, it makes sense, and I would do it if it were me. Well, you guys are busy, I'll go back first.

Comrade Chun'an, come to us to sit in Liulin when you have time. Your sister is feeding the pigs that grow well, and the village will be rated advanced in the March Eighth Festival next year, so I will definitely have to vote for her. Comrade Song Chunguang, like you, is a good comrade with the collective in his heart. ”

Wang Yuanbao politely said a few words without being salty, and quite boredly stepped on his 28 bar and turned his head away.

I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm in a hurry to go back, the car bell doesn't ring, it rings everywhere, and I'm not afraid of falling apart.

When the outsiders are gone, they are left to speak.

Song Jianshe quickly arranged the work, and continued to dig deep bay according to the group in the next day, and it must be dug well before dark, and those who do not meet the standards will not be given double work.

Song Chun'an and he continued to go around a few hills, find a few more places to dig wells, and when a well was dug, he would subsidize another ten centimeters!

The big guys don't have any opinions, and the soldiers go their own way in two ways.

Song Chunan hugged her daughter and walked all the way to watch, tired enough.

Song Jianshe wanted to take it and hold it, but Song Chunan refused to give it.

Later, Song Jianshe figured out the taste, looked at no one on the side, and quietly asked Song Chun'an, is this ability to look at the atmosphere related to Song porcelain?

Song Ci's heart jumped, and he felt that it was going to be bad.

There are really no fools in this world, and it's really hard to hide something.

Song Chunan didn't panic at all, and mysteriously revealed that he had bad bones before, and Lao Dao helped him adjust it, so he stood still;

But he brought out the weakness from his mother's womb, that is, he was congenitally deficient, and it will be difficult for the heirs to go up in the future.

He worked hard to serve Lao Dao for more than half a month, and Lao Dao called him a sentence to gather all his children's fortunes and gather them into one child.

In this way, the child will be able to completely stand on his feet after a few more tribulations, and the further he goes, the better.

He felt that the child was not much more expensive, and it was better to be able to raise it than anything else, so he firmly remembered the old words and carefully raised the child Song Ci.

Not to mention, children do stumble when they are young, and they have to have headaches and brain fever a few times a year;

But since the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, it has been like a catastrophe, and it is really getting better and better day by day!

In the words of the old way, he really raised the child into a blessing.

Song Ci opened a pair of big hairy eyes and looked at her father in disbelief.

This set of words is so smooth, it shouldn't be temporary nonsense, right?

Is she a blessing that came from the disaster?

So what kind of fairy is she?

It is said that the immortals will inevitably cause chaos in the world, so that the gods can turn the tide and cut off the fate of the earth.

The last days she experienced in her previous life......