From the early morning sacrifice, sprinkling colorful paper, to preparing for the evening sacrifice at noon, regardless of whether it was the Chu family or the people of Qinhe Village, everyone was busy.

Even the dolls of a few years old are busy playing, in short, no one is idle.

Except, of course, osmanthus.

Others are busy celebrating the festival, but osmanthus is busy stealing.

However, this stealing is only from the purpose of comparison.

In fact, osmanthus is also very busy, but it is not busy with the festival.

The greenhouse has been covered, and even the straw curtain has been laid on top.

The design of Yiqiē is similar to what Osmanthus originally envisioned, but the window paper that should have been pasted was not pasted.

At this time, after all, it is still summer, and the window paper is to prepare for winter insulation.

On the day of the Midyear Festival, the weather was very good during the day, and although some clouds drifted by, there was no sign of rain.

So before breakfast in the morning, Osmanthus asked Chu Lishou to help him open all the grass curtains, so at this time, nearly one-third of the place in the greenhouse was all open.

"It's all right outside, and now it's up to you." Osmanthus rolled up her sleeves, looked at the uneven ground in the greenhouse with excitement, and muttered to herself.

Today, during the daytime, there is no place for osmanthus in the house, so osmanthus decided to pull the land here for a day.

Because of the construction of greenhouses, this land that is not very fertile has already become more miserable.

If you don't clean them up, even if the osmanthus has the ability to reach the sky, it is difficult to grow things on this land.

These yellow mud blocks don't look like much, but when you really want to clean them up, you are going to be tired and cry osmanthus.

The weather in July is still very hot, and the greenhouse is surrounded by walls on three sides, so there is no wind to blow at all, and the south side is facing the sun, so that the osmanthus is busy without half a pillar of incense, and the clothes are soaked.

"Oh, I miss the days of suspender shorts!" Osmanthus raised her arm to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and couldn't help but complain about the long skirt.

Suspender shorts?

Osmanthus's eyes suddenly lit up, threw down the two pieces of yellow mud that he had just grabbed in his hand, and rushed out of the greenhouse three times and two, looked left and right, and found that there was no one in the vicinity at all.

"Hahaha!" Osmanthus couldn't help but look at the sky and laughed three times, then turned around and returned to the greenhouse.

There is no one around, and the three circles of the greenhouse are earthen walls, why are you still wearing so tightly at this time?

Osmanthus laughed in her heart, shook her hand in the bucket, and began to take off her clothes.

It's definitely not okay to take it all off, but it's okay to take off the outer skirt and coat and only wear the **** inside.

Even if someone accidentally comes, it won't all be exposed, right?

Feeling the clothes on her body light and light, Osmanthus was once again proud of her cleverness.

Soon, though, she couldn't be proud anymore.

Because she was in a very happy mood, Osmanthus couldn't help but hum a little song, humming and humming, and the little song unconsciously turned into a big howl, although it was not very difficult to hear, but it was enough for her to ignore the other sounds around her.

And at this moment, a black horse was running in the direction where the osmanthus was.

Because it was a field path, the black horse was not running fast, and the people on horseback were swaying, and finally lay on the horse's back weakly. In this way, the black horse seemed to understand, and the speed was a little slower, for fear of falling off the owner on his back.

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