Looking at the entire Yanqi Brigade, it seems that there is no object that meets the mate selection criteria set by Qingfeng and Qingyue more than him, is this the legendary destiny?

Thinking of this, Qingling's ears were hot, and she secretly scolded herself for thinking too much. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The small half of the neck exposed by bowing his head was white and delicate, and he almost shook his eyes.

He coughed lightly and stepped forward to take the basket she handed over: "Why did you send it? I'll just go over and eat." ”

Fingers inadvertently touch each other.

Qing Ling lowered her head, and didn't know where to put her hands and feet: "Oh, the master and the master are entertaining Aunt Deng and Aunt Xiang at home, and it is inconvenient for you and you to go, so I sent it." ”

Xiang Gang is relatively better, after all, he is a man, whether in the military academy, the army or on a mission over the years, he has met all kinds of women, many of whom confessed to him openly and secretly.

It's just that the shadow of his mother who left him running away has not completely dissipated, so she has never thought about this.

The reason why I agreed to Dr. Zhang's proposal was that on the one hand, I wanted to take care of this girl on behalf of Jianjun's uncles, and on the other hand, I probably felt that sooner or later I would get married, so it was better to find someone who I didn't reject and found interesting.

This girl in front of me is.

After a night of back-and-forth like a pancake, he had come to terms with the fact that the girl was about to become his object.

But he couldn't stand the ridicule of several married men and their daughters-in-law present, and the ridicule of the eyes was so hot that he couldn't even hold it because of his thick skin, rubbed his face, and led Qingling to the pomegranate tree in the corner of the front yard.

The old pomegranate tree, which has grown for nearly twenty years, has branches and leaves, and the shade is very large. The pomegranate blossoms were lost in July, and now they are hidden among the lush foliage of the pale red fruit. When the harvest is in October, the smiling pomegranate can also be eaten.

However, in the seven years that Xiang Gang was not at home, all the fruits that could be eaten in the yard of Xiang's house were turned over and eaten by the bear children in the village who were at the age of cats and dogs.

In fact, not only pomegranates, but all the fruit trees planted in the yard, as long as the fruit is ripe, will be stolen by the bear children in the village every minute. It's as if there is a child watching outside the wall of the courtyard all day long.

Xiangjia's house, the front yard is small, the back yard is large, because the backyard is near the river, water irrigation is convenient, so the front yard is only planted with a pomegranate tree that means many children and grandchildren and a few clumps of rhododendrons moved from the mountains;

The wooden frame built by the vines has long since rotted after so many years of wind and sun, and this time he repaired the house, and simply built a new one with bamboo—one side against the wall, and the other side supported by a few thick bamboo poles.

Next to the grape trellis is a high-level chicken coop, which is also newly built, and I plan to bring Qingling's two precious pheasants over to raise them for a few days - the backyard is overgrown with weeds, and there are a lot of insects to eat. When the chickens were almost finished, he was cleaning up the vegetable patch.

Next to the chicken coop is a mulberry tree with lush foliage that looks like a natural umbrella.

At that time, almost every household in the village planted mulberry trees, saying that raising silkworms could make money, and everyone wanted to try it. The mulberry saplings that I don't want to plant have not yet grown, the big revolution has begun, all markets are strictly regulated, and private trading is strictly prohibited.

So that the mulberry trees of every household have become fruit trees, except for picking fruits in May and June every year to taste fresh, the matter of raising silkworms is collectively swallowed back to the throat by everyone.

Qingling's family originally had two mulberry trees, and in the early summer of the year when Mrs. Shu's family forcibly moved in, birds and birds were chattering around the trees and people grabbing mulberries to eat. Shu Guigui, who had just learned to walk, didn't speak very well, but he knew that mulberries were a good thing, and he waved his little fat hand to catch birds, and was pecked on the forehead by a bird with a sharp beak, which made him cry all night.

Shu Jianqiang was angry and cut down all the two mulberry trees as firewood. Speaking of which, the vitality of the mulberry tree is also vigorous, it was cut down to only the roots, and still sent out bright green shoots, and after three years, it has grown a lot of long and short branches, according to this momentum, maybe you can eat mulberry fruit in early summer next year.

Ahem, pull it away, pull it back.

Mulberry tree further north is the backyard door of Xiangjia, the courtyard door is not a few steps out of the river port, compared to the east of the low pier bridge, the water level here is higher, the water quality is also clear, and even you can see what the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river look like.

There are a lot of fish and shrimp in the water, and snails on the riverbank, but they also catch two handfuls when washing vegetables and washing rice. The brigade cowshed is idle, and if you want to be criticized, you can go.

On the other side of the backyard are two osmanthus trees, a jujube tree, and a persimmon tree. In addition to the osmanthus tree, which blooms and falls and is not picked, the jujube tree, persimmon tree, like other fruit trees, is visited by bear children whenever the fruit is ripe. Even if it's sour or astringent, don't let it go. When the beak fades out of the bird, the sour and astringent ones are delicious.

Many people in the village are taboo about Xiang Gang, and even with Xiang's home, it has become a place where floods and beasts swallow and vomit. Naturally, their children are not allowed to run home when they see the world. Those bear children are all avoiding their parents and sneaking in.

In their eyes, Xiangjia's courtyard is a paradise, a paradise -- so many delicious fruits! And from early summer to late autumn, every season. Every time you come, you carry a bamboo basket, I hold a basket, guess the boxing loses the wind, the rest go over the wall to pick up, climb the tree flexibly with your hands and feet, and pick it up under the tree if you are inflexible. While picking and sending it to the mouth, I will eat the sweet smile and squint my eyes, and I will eat the sour straight teeth, and continue to eat after I finish it. After picking and picking, blow a whistle and withdraw it completely.

Therefore, Xiang Gang's return, the most hit by this group of bear children is none other than this, seeing the heaven and earth asked their parents: "When will the soldier surnamed Xiang return to the army? Will he come back in the future?" Seeing that the pomegranates and dates are almost ripe, if they don't leave, they won't be able to eat.

The parents were annoyed by the question, and replied casually: "What do you care about so many little children!" People are coming back to ask for a daughter-in-law, don't you see that the house has been renovated, and you will naturally come back after marrying a daughter-in-law." ”

The bear children immediately wilted, all of them hung their heads and drooped their heads, and their hearts were sang! Looking forward to the moon counting the stars to send away the summer harvest and farming, and about to usher in the golden autumn when many fruits were ripe, they were suddenly told that Paradise actually has a master, and now that the master has returned, there is no more for them to sing...... Boom......

The unlucky Xiang Gang, when he returns to his hometown, can become the object of resentment among the half-grown children. Of course, he didn't know it.