Fang Jing put the little thing on the ground, also tied to the bamboo stick, and the two pony bears smelled the smell of the little thing, and bared their noses, and the little thing also sniffed the two little pony bears, and they barked.

Fang Jing looked at it and didn't fight, whatever you wanted, as long as you didn't fight one, or one hit two, don't make blood when the time comes, think about that scene, you can know that the claws on the dry frame are scratched, and the teeth are torn and claws are scratched.

Fang Jing saw that Grandma and Aunt Xiu were coming back from the ditch with bamboo leaves, so she knew that she was going to clean the bamboo leaves, and the two women supported this family, it was really not easy, it was inconvenient for Uncle Dayong's legs, and he couldn't do heavy work in the field, so he had to do some work at home.

"Jing Wazi is back, you got a little iron-eating beast back? Then you have to be careful, don't raise hurting people, and your clothes are torn like this? After a while, I took it off and gave it to my grandmother, and my grandmother sewed it for you. Grandma saw a little white man, told Fang Jing, and didn't forget to sew Fang Jing's clothes.

"Grandma, don't worry, you will never let it hurt people, I promise to raise it, Grandma, my clothes are rotten like this, and I can't wear them if they are sewn, so keep them for other purposes when the time comes." Fang Jing had to reassure her grandmother, and also said that the clothes didn't need to be sewn.

"Aunt Grandmaxiu, how much is the difference between bamboo leaves, I am free now, I can go and get more back." Fang Jing felt that this would be almost nothing, there were still two or three hours left before cooking in the afternoon, and he could help get bamboo leaves and come back.

"Jing Wazi, the bamboo leaves are enough, just dry it, you can rub it into the futon in two days, and then use needle and thread to beat it horizontally, even if the futon is done, it will be warm in winter." Grandma responded to Fang Jing, the bamboo leaves were almost done, and there was nothing wrong.

"Oh, then thank you Grandma and Aunt Xiu, then I'll dig a tree and plant it in the open space, there is no shady place in this open space, Uncle Dayong is in the sun." Fang Jing watched Fang Dayong change several places from the morning to the present, avoiding the sun and weaving bamboo mats, and was very unhappy in her heart.

"Well, okay, you go about your business, leave us alone." Aunt Xiu also thinks that it is better to plant a tree in the open space, at least there is a shade.

Fang Jing carried a hoe and a broken knife to the direction of the mountain forest, the dog baby saw that it was okay and followed, and when she came to the edge of the mountain forest, Fang Jing looked at the mountains to find a suitable big tree, and saw a suitable wild orange tree in the distance, Fang Jing hurriedly walked in the direction of the tree, and the dog baby also trotted to follow.

Coming to the front of the tree, the tree is about ten meters high, the branches and leaves are spreading, the area is twenty or thirty square meters, the orange tree is full of many small flowers, Fang Jing feels that this fruit tree can, high enough and big, completely shady, when the fruit is ripe, you can pick oranges to eat, yes, I don't know if the transplant can survive.

Fang Jing picked up the hoe to excavate, cleared the surrounding weeds, and dug around the wild orange tree, with a diameter of about one meter, the rhizome of the wild orange tree is developed, and it is dug up a lot, Fang Jing has no choice, and there is no professional tree digging machine, and all the rhizomes can not be retained, so it can only be dug up, so it is easy to resist back.

Fortunately, Fang Jing had great strength and speed, and dug down the wild orange tree in half an hour, digging more than a meter deep and not digging to the bottom of the main rhizome, so he could only pull it out with both hands, and this infinite ability will be vividly reflected here.

The wild orange tree was put down, and Fang Jing began to use a broken knife to remove the excess branches on the trunk, which was convenient for a while to resist, and it was more convenient for the branches to maintain a certain height from the ground after planting, also for the survival rate of planting, and the excess branches were easy to share nutrients and water.

The hoe dog was carried, Fang Jing resisted the wild orange tree, the two walked back, resisting the tree in the forest and wanted to go out, it was really a very painful thing, Fang Jing was blocked many times, and after many dodges were ineffective, he had to go forward with brute force, regardless of whether there were many leaves and small flowers left on the wild orange tree.

Back to the open space in front of the house, put down the tree, took the hoe handed over by the dog baby and began to dig a pit in the open space, one meter to see the circle, one and a half meters deep pit, and half an hour passed, the pit was dug, Fang Jing resisted the wild orange tree and stood up, put it into the pit and swept the excavated soil into the pit with his feet, the dog baby also hooked the soil into the pit with a hoe on the side, after a while, the soil in the pit was also half a pit, and the wild orange tree could stand without falling, Fang Jing released his hands, and hurriedly grabbed the hoe from the dog baby's hand to fill the soil, and filled it very quickly.

Fang Dayong, who was not far away, looked at the digging of the pit to the planting of trees, and then to the filling of the pit, he really drank it in one go, the strength was great, the speed was so fast, and the effect was so good, he was shocked, and sighed in his heart that Fang Jing was definitely a good strong laborer, a strong laborer with a few tops, if it was placed on the battlefield, he would definitely be a warrior.

After the wild orange tree was planted, Fang Jing came over with a bucket from the stove room, poured the water in the bucket around the tree pole, then took off his shoes and began to step on it, pedaling hard, and then using a hoe to hook the soil and step on it again, until Fang Jing felt that it was almost time to stop, and then used the hoe to hook the excess soil to the side, and then carried the bucket to the ditch to fetch water and poured a bucket of water before it was over.

After Fang Jing finished planting the tree, he looked at the effect from a distance, and felt good, but some of the soil under the tree made Fang Jing look a little eye-catching, and swept the mud to the side with a bamboo broom placed against the wall, which was much more pleasing to the eye, but Fang Jing still looked a little abrupt, put down the broom and ran to the edge of the clearing, picked up some stones and pressed them hard in the dirt around a circle, making it like a flower bed, and it was pleasing to the eye.

"Uncle Dayong, you can come to work under this tree, you don't need to get it anymore." Fang Jing said happily to Uncle Fang Dayong.

"Okay, Jing Wazi, you are also a good hand at farm work, definitely one by one." Fang Da moved under the tree with a cane, and did not forget to praise Fang Jing.

Fang Jing moved all the things that Fang Dayong needed to make it easier for Fang Dayong to use when weaving bamboo mats, and also moved a slightly flat big stone for Fang Dayong to sit on.

"Uncle Dayong, don't praise me, I will have more strength, do some hard work, like weaving bamboo mats, I can't, but not like Uncle Dayong." Fang Jing had to be humble, he didn't dare to say anything to the elders.

"Uncle Dayong, look at my family, I don't have anything, I don't even have anything to sit on, or I'll ask Uncle Dayong to help me make a few tables and chairs or something? Give Uncle Dayong 50 yuan a day to subsidize the family, so that Uncle Dayong will not be mistaken to weave bamboo to sell for money. Fang Jing felt that he could get some tables and chairs, anyway, Fang Da's skills were good, and it should be no problem to make some tables and chairs made of bamboo.

"Jing Wazi, are you going to laugh at Uncle Dayong? Or do you treat Uncle Dayong as an outsider? Isn't it a joke that you have to pay for a few tables and chairs for your house? "Fang Dayong doesn't want to make some tables and chairs or something, Fang Jing still has to give money, this is slapping him in the face.

"Uncle Dayong, this can't be done, the money must be given, and the tables and chairs must also be made, not to be an outsider, but one yard to one yard." Fang Jing felt that it was natural to give money.

"No, absolutely not, you're slapping Uncle Yong's face." Fang Dayong was very angry.

"Aunt Xiu, come over and listen to what I said, don't you pay attention to what I said, see if what I said is right?" Fang Jing hurriedly called Aunt Xiu, who had just come out of the back room, over to listen.

"I asked Uncle Dayong to help me make some tables and chairs or something, and pay Uncle Dayong 50 yuan a day, I calculated that it would be about 10 days, so I have to take the trouble of Uncle Dayong, ten days of time to weave bamboo, how can Uncle Dayong's bamboo weaving in ten days be sold for three or five hundred Wen, then I pay 50 yuan a day to Uncle Dayong, there is nothing wrong with it." Fang Jing analyzed one by one, and Uncle Dayong's family was stunned.

"Then you don't need to pay 50 yuan a day, you use the bamboo weaving made by your uncle for ten days, if you can sell it for 180 yuan, I will be happy, bamboo weaving can not be sold for so much money, even if it is knitted, it may not be able to sell it." Grandma listened on the side, and also said a few words to indicate that she didn't need Fang Jing to give money.

"That's because those people don't know how good Uncle Dayong's bamboo weaving is and how good the craftsmanship is; That's it, don't say any more, or I'll ask someone else to do it. Fang Jing misestimated the price of bamboo weaving, so she had to play a little scoundrel and settle the matter.

"How can this be made, fifty yuan a day, and there is no such a high price outside, now in this market, it will only cost ten yuan a day to ask someone to work, and two meals will be managed, no matter how much food is only fifteen yuan a day, Jing Wazi, you can just give five yuan." Aunt Xiu felt that fifty yuan was too much, so just give some casually.

"Aunt Xiu, don't fight anymore, it's only fifty yuan, if you really want our brother and sister to need money, won't Aunt Xiu lend some to my brother and sister? That's it, I'm ready to cook. Fang Jing didn't want to say any more, so she shirked and went to cook, and hurriedly went to the stove.

"Jing Wazi is kind, it's very useful, you have to do more snacks, make more tables and chairs, don't be lazy." Grandma warned Fang Dayong on the side.

"Mother, I know, I will do it more carefully." With tears in his eyes, Fang Da nodded at his grandmother in response, but his heart was warm, thinking that Fang Jing would give him more money to work, one was to affirm his craftsmanship, and the other was to subsidize his family's economic situation, Fang Da was like a mirror in his heart.

Fang Jing will be picking up the meat in the basket in the stove room, thinking about what to eat for a while, taking two pieces of pork liver and wild boar intestines, preparing to fry pork liver for a while, make a braised fat sausage, and then have a potato stewed pork ribs, and cook some small rice, so that it should be completely delicious to eat.

Fang Jing started cooking, chopped and cut all the things that should be chopped, put them in a basket and carried them to the ditch to clean them, returned to the stove room, and carried the clay pot to make millet and make good rice and add water to cook rice.

"Big girl, little sister, come over and cook on the fire, brother, I don't have so many hands." Fang Jing shouted at the big girl who was still playing with the little bears.

"Okay, Brother Jing." The eldest girl ran into the stove room and started to make a fire, and the younger sister also followed up and sat with the eldest girl.

Fang Dayong looked at Fang Jing and a few little babies, and couldn't help but think that when they got old, there would be Fang Jing to help them, and he was very relieved, hoping that they would continue to be like this.

The flames in the stove rose, the aroma in the pot spread throughout the stove room, several little babies all sat next to each other, the aroma entered their noses, they all twitched, looking at the dishes in the pot with blank eyes, Fang Jing just added soy sauce, chicken essence and some spices when they were not paying attention, and the fragrance made Aunt Xiu and the others run in to take a look, all eager for what the dishes Fang Jing made tasted.

Stir-fry the dishes one by one and put them on the plate, and in the end only the stewed pork ribs with potatoes are left, because cooking rice occupies a small stove, so it is naturally slower.

Under the orange tree in front of the open space, there is a small wooden table, there are eight stones that are a little higher and slightly flatter on the side of the small wooden table, Fang Jing serves the dishes on the table, the clay pot for cooking rice is on the side, everyone sits around, there are eight bamboo bowls of different sizes on the table, the bamboo bowls have already been eaten, just waiting for Fang Jing to start the meal.

"Dinner, everyone is free, three dishes today, enough, you can eat as much as you want." Fang Jing shouted to start eating, and everyone picked up chopsticks and started.

"Woo woo, delicious, delicious, so fragrant, so delicious, even better than the previous two days." The dog baby was the first to express his opinion.

"This is also too delicious, I'm afraid the emperor of Chang'an City hasn't eaten it either." Grandma spoke.

"Mmmmmmmm Aunt Xiu is also full of dishes, and she doesn't forget to praise Fang Jing's cooking level.

"Fragrant, delicious." Fang Da stuffed the vegetables into his mouth, and he had to say a word, and then stuffed the vegetables into his mouth, not wanting to stop.

"Brother Jing's food is delicious." The eldest girl also came to say.

"Brother, I have to eat today's dish tomorrow." Fang Yuan only thought about continuing to eat such dishes tomorrow.

Fang Jing thought that the second baby should be about to speak, but she didn't hear the sound, and looked up, oh, what the hell? The whole face has been covered with soup, and I can't see what color the face is, holding a bowl, holding the dish into the bowl with my hand and stuffing it into my mouth, the two cheeks are bulging, and I won't have the leisure to talk, and then I will eat it, Aunt Xiu occasionally put the vegetables into his bowl, looking at everyone's situation, and estimating the rhythm of today's death.