Xinru didn't say anything about this retrospective: if you want to say that he makes braised pork, bean buns, and flower rolls at home, it is still possible for him to give them to others, and the corn in the plastic bag will never be sent. Because there are too many, it is not possible to do it humanly.

No wonder these days I always steal fun, and the red light is full of spirit, is it really stained with the light of Lamei?

Lamei is a little prodigy, and everyone knows this. Otherwise, so many strange things cannot be explained.

The little prodigy rented her own house, hired her wife to be the manager of her grain store, and her son and daughter-in-law became the owner of her farm. In this way, except for herself, an old woman, the whole family is stained with divine fate.

"Actually, you're also tainted with divine fate. Wang Guiyong saw that his wife was silent for a long time, patted her hand and said kindly: "You made braised pork, steamed bean buns, and flower rolls, I will bring it to Lamei, and Lamei will send it to the gods, and I will say who made it." God's family eats what you do, and they will remember your goodness. You say, aren't you also involved in divine fate!"

Gu Xinru burst into tears and laughed: "So, our family is all stained with divine fate!"

Wang Guiyong: "Naturally, Lamei is a person covered by the divine family, she rented our house, that is, she has a fate with our family, and a little prodigy, isn't it a fate with the divine family!"

Gu Xinru nodded, beaming with joy, and never doubted her wife's actions from now on.

When Wang Guiyong told Lamei about Gu Xinru's suspicions and his own explanation, Lamei's eyes turned into tears: her own rebirth, a lie will be fulfilled with a lifetime of lies, and he told his only brother in the past life and modern times, and also let his brother fall into a lie. Faced with his own knotted wife, he can't tell the truth!

"You don't have to be upset. Wang Guiyong persuaded: "If you can't explain something, you will push it to the divine family." The gods can't see it, they can't touch it, they can still make people believe it. It's just that we can unify our voices!"

Lamei nodded: "I will definitely cooperate!"

After the autumn harvest, the ground is clean. At this time, people are busiest to collect firewood and prepare firewood for this winter and next year's spring and summer.

The crop straw was recovered by the team, and those who could feed the livestock were kept to feed the livestock, and those who could not be fed were gathered together in the team, and after there was no farm work, they were picked into piles and distributed to the members according to the division of work, reflecting the principle of more work and more rewards.

The only things people can pick up are ravines, roadsides, artemisia grass and small miscellaneous trees on idle land. Everyone collects firewood, and the firewood and grass in the field are a little less, and it will not take long for the firewood to be a problem.

The old man and the child could not run, so they used a sickle to chop the grass stubble on the side of the road, and used a basket to pick up the fallen leaves under the tree, and carried them home as firewood.

Lamei knows the hardships of collecting firewood. In his previous life, there was no firewood at home, so Wang Xiaohua carried a basket and a basket early in the morning to carry firewood. It was a very cold day, and there was a layer of frost on the ground. Due to the frost, the blades of grass on the ground are easier to pick up.

Wang Xiaohua hugged and cuddled, cuddled and cuddled, hugged and hugged a pile after pile on the edge of the ditch, filled a basket full of baskets, and carried it home in a daze, and spread a thick piece in the courtyard.

After school at noon, when I looked at the firewood and grass, it became a layer of Bobo, and the ground under the firewood and grass was wet.

It turned out that due to the low temperature on this day, the firewood and grass were covered with a thick layer of frost and snow, and the volume was two or three times larger than before. After the sun melted the frost and snow, the firewood and grass returned to their original appearance, and a large basket was less than a small basket.

In this life, Wang Xiaohua will never be like himself in his previous life, hugging the blades of grass wrapped in frost and snow.

But collecting firewood is inevitable, because during this period, firewood was burned in the countryside for cooking. Life is inseparable from firewood, rice, oil and salt, and firewood is the first.

If you don't want to pick up the blades of grass, you must have enough firewood.

Actually, there is modern firewood in the past life. People there do not burn firewood for cooking, and use electricity and gas in good conditions, and in the worst conditions, they also use honeycomb coal stoves.

The straw that can be returned to the field is returned to the field, and the straw that cannot be returned to the field is such as cotton firewood and sesame stalks, and people are too lazy to get it back, and they are thrown everywhere in the gourd ditch and on the side of the road in the field.

In particular, the contracted farmers who grow cotton in a large area have nowhere to remove the cotton firewood. After pulling it out, the ground was piled up one after another. In order to make way for land, you have to pay people to transport it out. If anyone has a useful item and gets it away for free, the happy cotton farmer should not not drop!

Lamei thought about the cotton wood.

Coincidentally, in reality, the spring land of Team 11 (the land reserved for next year's spring crops) happens to be the modern cotton field in the previous life. Moreover, the area of cotton fields is much larger than that of spring land.

Lamei went to ask the cotton farmer, and the farmer told her, "If you want it, just ask for it, and the more you want, the better." ”

Lamei: "Okay, you are good, make sure that the cotton and firewood are clean!"

Lamei informed the members of the 11th team, her godbrother Zheng Cunliang, and her good friend Cui Guixing, and asked them to go to the spring field of the 11th team in the south of the village early tomorrow morning to push cotton firewood.

This night, after Jia Fengjiao fell asleep, Lamei came to the modern cotton field in her previous life. Stroke the cotton firewood in your hand and recite the mantra silently to collect the piles of cotton firewood into the space passage, and then stroke the cotton wood in the space passage and recite the mantra silently to move the cotton firewood to the real spring field.

Although I did it twice, I was not very tired and the speed was not slow because I didn't move it myself. After fighting all night, I lined up the spring ground to the full.

At the beginning of the day, he took the last batch of cotton firewood in the space passage and brought it to his own courtyard in reality, and unloaded half of the courtyard.

Mrs. Jia opened the door and saw the cotton wood falling from the sky, and was overwhelmed. Hurry up and ask Lamei.

Lamei said to her: "This is what the white-haired grandmother gave to us and my godmother, you can burn it hard, and the white-haired grandmother will return it after burning." ”

Ma Huien was also happy, and immediately burned incense and kowtowed in front of the white-haired grandmother's tablet.

The spring stay of the eleventh team in the south of the village is lively: people push carts, shoulder burdens, and basket backs, scrambling to get home, only hating their father and mother for missing two hands.

This was the case on the first day, and the next day until the firewood from the modern cotton fields of the previous life was finished.

In the previous life, the modern cotton farmer did not believe that it was dried plums, and considered that she was a child, so she carried a few baskets.

I only suspect that God opened his eyes and saw that it was not easy for him to grow cotton, so he took away the waste from the cotton field with mercy, saving himself a lot of freight clearance.

In reality, people got the benefits, and they burned incense and kowtowed in front of the white-haired grandmother's tablet to thank the white-haired grandmother for sending cotton firewood.

The team's straw such as cotton firewood, corn stubble, sorghum stubble, and sesame stalk also scored.

Pick all the straw into a general size pyre, insert the serial number on the pyre, make a lot according to the serial number, and divide it according to the work. The number on the lot matches the number on the pyre, and the pile of firewood is yours.

First, there is cotton firewood at the bottom, and people are not panicked, and second, they think that the white-haired grandmother gave so much cotton firewood, and then quarrel over a pile of miscellaneous firewood, so sorry for the white-haired grandmother.

Although you called me a mess at the firewood scene, there was no mistake and you snatched me.

At the end of the year, the salary of the eleventh team was three cents a piece, far exceeding that of all production teams. Generally, the team is more than two cents, and one team is only eight points.

People say that they earn it by making vegetable dumplings, and the white-haired grandmother is helping, and Lamei is indispensable!