A few days after Dong Ruhua left, Dong Ruyi sent lotus leaves to Shopkeeper Chen again, and the business in the teahouse was obviously much better than before. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as you enter the natural residence, the fragrance of tea is elegant, and the tea guests are listening attentively to the storyteller on the stage with folding fans in their hands.

I saw that the storyteller was wearing a blue robe, knocking two pieces of bamboo and wood, and made a sound.

"It is said that the scholar is occasionally involved in a Lan Ruo, the temple Zen house, are not very open, and the only old monk hangs in it. Seeing the guests enter, the clothes are out of the way, and the guide is happy. In the hall, the statue of Zhigong is sculpted, and the two murals are exquisitely painted, and the characters are like life. The east mural scatters flowers and goddesses, a person with a hanging hair, smiling with flowers, cherry lips want to move, and eye waves will flow. Zhu stared at it for a long time, but he didn't feel shaken, and suddenly contemplated; The body is fluttering like a cloud...

The tea guests in the audience were fascinated by it, and they couldn't wait to incarnate this scholar and goddess on a night tour.

"Congratulations to the shopkeeper, business is booming." Dong Ru's opinion saw that the shopkeeper Chen couldn't help but congratulate.

Shopkeeper Chen had already smiled in his heart, but his face was unmoved, and he thanked Dong Ruyi again and again, "I should thank you for this, did you send the dried lotus leaves?" ”

These days, it took a lot of effort to make an appointment with his friends and his friends, when many people loved the high purity of Lian, and when they drank this tea, they were full of praise, and the people in the town heard about it, especially those who loved vassal elegance, and they came to taste one or two.

The business of the tea house is naturally good.

Dong Ruyi handed him all the lotus leaves he brought over this time and ate the snacks on the table. This time, the treatment is much better, and there are snacks to eat for free. Than the last time I came to the town by each store.

Well, the good guy doesn't mention the shame of the year.

Shopkeeper Chen also showed his greatest sincerity, not only paid enough silver taels, but also gave her an extra two taels of silver.

Let Ruyi be happy, the family's annual income is less than twenty taels, and the income these days is almost four taels.

The weather became hotter and hotter, and Dong Banshan took everyone to cut rice.

The golden heart is happy, and the harvest is imminent. In the eyes of the painter, the large expanse of golden rice is a beautiful scenery of a good harvest, and if there is a camera, someone must take a picture.

However, the real rice harvesting is a very hard job, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the whole body sweats like water.

Along the way, I met the villagers, most of whom were carrying baskets on their shoulders and scythes in their hands, smiling like a flower. The children had bitter faces on their faces, as if they were about to be guillotined.

"Banshan, cut rice." A man who was about to go down to the field to cut rice passed by with his family and said hello.

Dong Banshan was in the field to put down the basket, and when he heard someone say hello, he immediately responded to the other party with a smile.

The man smiled again and said, "Your rice grows so beautiful." What he meant was that the rice would grow well and that there would be a good harvest.

Dong Banshan was even happier when he heard it, and the two of them were busy with gossip again.

Dong Ruyi and his family put down the things in their hands and looked at the rice in front of them, which was almost seven or eight points of land. Sister came to this world, and the first harvest war officially began. Comrades, in order to fill your stomach, rush.

Dong Banshan picked a golden rice and put it in his mouth and bit it, making a touching sound, and the white rice grains inside were exposed. He chewed carefully, savoring the sweetness, and then looked at the golden rice in front of him, and couldn't help but grin and bloom.

Dong Ping'an bent down, his hands were like flying butterflies, constantly harvesting the rice in front of him, only listening to the rhythmic sound of "swish", and it didn't take long for a large piece to be cut.

Dong Ruyi took the sickle and watched how his eldest brother cut it, picked up the sickle with one hand, grabbed the root of the rice with the other, and cut it hard, but it was not cut, and he added more strength to cut it. When she cut the second handful, the strength increased, and she didn't want to use too much force, so she almost fell, so she finally learned to cut the rice well.

She learned from Dong Ping'an's example to cut two or three grains of rice, tied it tightly on the grass with a crop coat and grasped it tightly in her hand, and then continued to cut seven or eight pieces of grass, and when she couldn't hold it in her hand, she was stacked in the field behind her.

"Sister is so slow, not as fast as me." Dong Pingkang cut a few rows when he was young, and when he looked up and saw that Dong Ruyi was still behind him, his eyes suddenly opened and he shouted excitedly, feeling that he was more capable than his sister and more like an adult than his sister.

Dong Ruyi heard his brother's voice, got up and looked at it, and couldn't help blushing. She was left far behind by everyone, her father cut the fastest, the eldest brother was second, and the younger brother cut a few rows, but he also cut very seriously.

"It's okay, it's okay, I shouldn't have cut it for a long time, and I'll be proficient if I cut it again." Dong Banshan was also a little strange, but as a good father, he immediately encouraged his daughter.

Dong Ruyi nodded, he was not skilled just now, but now he is almost there, raised his eyebrows, and shouted at his brother, "Stinky boy, I will catch up with you immediately." ”

"Come on, come on," Dong Pingkang saw his sister provoking him, and immediately faced him. also twisted his little buttocks, but he was also afraid that he would lose, so he finally won his sister once, hoping to keep it, and couldn't help but speed up.

The two of you are chasing me and harvesting rice, Dong Banshan saw it on the side, and said with a smile: "Slow down, slow down, be careful not to cut your hands." ”

Maybe I really can't help but think about it, with Dong Pingkang's "ahhhhh

I saw him sitting in the field with a trace of pain on his face, the water in the field had long since been drained, and he was a little white under the scorching sun.

Dong Ruyi was the closest to him, and he was the first to go over, and he was startled when he saw such a big mouthful.

Dong Banshan walked over and saw a wound on his little hand, red blood beads came out, and he hurriedly held it down.

"Dad, a drop of blood is three bowls of rice, how many bowls of rice are drops." Dong Pingkang saw that so much blood had been shed, and asked with some distress.

He is usually the most naughty, Liu Shi sees the wound on his body after falling, he will always mutter a drop of blood and three bowls of rice, so that he doesn't always fall, after listening to it too much, he also remembers this sentence.

"Hold on to it, don't let it bleed any more, or you'll have more to eat." Dong Banshan looked at his son's injury and felt a little distressed, but he didn't panic, which of the farmer's children had no wounds on his hands, so he asked his eldest son to hold the wound.

Dong Ruyi felt that the painting style was wrong, shouldn't he say that his father was in pain? How do you say this, isn't my brother still a foodie in the future?

"Don't shake it again, you'll get dizzy if you shake it again." Dong Pingkang couldn't help but laugh when he looked at his younger brother's strange appearance.

Dong Banshan searched for it on the ridge next to him, and after seeing the weeds that were about to be planted with small yellow flowers, he didn't hesitate to go up and pick up a few handfuls of the leaves on it, and put them in his mouth and chew them without cleaning, chewing and walking, and when he got to Dong Pingkang's side, he had already chewed them. He took his eldest son's hand, saw that the bleeding from the wound had stopped, spit the weed in the palm of his hand, and applied it to the wound.

The other hand pulled the hem of the garment, and with his teeth, he tore off a strip of cloth and tied it to the wound. Dong Pingkang's index finger bulged out all of a sudden. Large