Mao Sheng hesitated for a moment and replied, it's okay, I'll try it hard. If it doesn't work, I'll talk about it then.

The sour apricot woman was a little uneasy. She said, "You have to do the work of the Golden Leaf Milk in private first." Don't come there, she will pull your hind legs again, and she won't ask you to do it. In that case, it wouldn't be easy.

Maosheng seemed to have made a lot of determination. He replied, "Know, know." This time, no one can say that it doesn't count. Even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, he can't stop it. Rest assured, rest assured.

Jin Lian stomped her numb legs and feet vigorously on the side, and urged, since it is decided, let's go back. The family is inseparable, and the time for offering incense has arrived.

The sour apricot woman also said, yes, we have to go back. Feng'er's milk in confinement is insufficient, and Bao'er has not been comfortable recently, so I have to go back to serve quickly.

When Zhenshu saw this, he packed up the compass and led a group of several people to the village. The sour apricot woman was thinking about Feng'er and her grandson Bao'er, so she took the lead and walked in front in a hurry.

When I returned to my yard, I heard a lively sound coming from the yard before I entered the gate. At the same time, mixed with the anxious complaining voice of the sour apricot, saying that this old thing, where did he go in the afternoon, and he still hasn't come home. Immediately, a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar tone came out, saying, don't worry, I'm not hungry. I ate a lot of food in Brother Sifang's restaurant at noon and autumn equinox, and I haven't digested it yet.

The sour apricot woman immediately heard that it was the sound of labor, and it was the third son who came home from the army to visit relatives. She immediately became excited, and wanted to hurry into the courtyard to meet this precious little son who had not returned home for three years. The more excited I was, the slower my body became. The heart was "pounding", the legs and feet were soft, and the whole body was leaking strength straight up, and even the body couldn't move.

She leaned weakly on the door frame, raised her strength and shouted, labor, labor, come out quickly, let my mother take a look, I want to die.

Soon, in front of the sour apricot woman, there stood a tall and sturdy young man. His face was dark and thin, his eyes were bright, and a shaggy beard appeared on his lips. Although there is still a hint of childishness on his cheeks, he is obviously much more sophisticated and mature. This is the flesh and blood baby work that the sour apricot woman dreams about during the day and at night. The strength of the sour apricot woman's whole body was unexpectedly drained by the surprise at first sight. The body involuntarily slipped down the door frame, and suddenly slumped on the door frame, and sobbed inexplicably.

Labor also squatted down, held my mother's shoulders and said, Mother, cry. Didn't I come back well, crying?

The sour apricot woman forcibly held back her convulsive body, wiped the tears in her eyes, and then carefully looked at the labor that had grown into a human being, and then broke her tears and smiled. She said embarrassedly, it's nothing, my mother is happy, she is so happy that she cries.

Sour Xing stood behind the labor, and said dissatisfiedly, where did you go crazy, I don't know if you want to go back from labor in the past two days. If you don't hurry into the house to cook, let the labor enter the door until now, and you don't even have to drink hot water.

In the proportion of the tall body of labor, the sour apricot looks much shorter. Because of his crutches, his body was slightly crooked, and his body leaned forward slightly, and the top of his head was only up to the shoulders of labor. This strong contrast between high and low, old and young, prosperous and declining, makes people sigh more and more. Saddened by the inexorable passage of the years, lamenting the infinite cycle of decay in this world.

The sour apricot woman hurriedly climbed up. She grabbed the hand of labor and said, yes, yes, let's go into the house, don't freeze. Mother, this is the gnocchi soup you loved to eat when you were a child.

After that, the sour apricot woman grabbed his hand tightly as if she was afraid of running away from labor, and pulled all the way into the warm pot house. [End of Chapter]