The food cooked by Fang Jing is already the best existence in Fangjia Village, the fragrance has drifted far away, Aunt Xiu's family is also cooking porridge and adding some green vegetables at this time, Aunt Xiu smelled the fragrance wafting from the direction of Fang Jing's house, and swallowed her saliva.

"The fragrance of Jing Wazi's house is too strong, and I don't know what Jing Wazi's family makes delicious." Aunt Xiu said as she smelled the fragrance.

The grandmothers and girls on the side also smelled the smell and yearned for it.

"Yes, the food made by Jing Wazi is that an old woman like me can eat several big bowls, and it is estimated that the emperor has never eaten such a delicious meal." Grandma also co-wrote.

"Grandmother, Brother Jing's cooking is fragrant." What Erwa wanted most was to go to Fang Jing's house for dinner, full of rice, and the meat he wanted to eat the most.

"Grandmother, mother, I'm back." The dog baby will carry half a basket of potatoes into the house.

"Dogbaby, didn't you follow Jing Wazi to learn what kind of tricks? How do you dig potatoes? Aunt Xiu watched her son come back with half a basket of potatoes, thinking that the dog baby did not follow Fang Jing to learn the set.

"Mother, Brother Jing took me and Brother Dachu to the forest in the morning to lay a cover, we all learned, this is the potato root dug when I just came back, I went to the ditch to wash it and brought it back to cook for my grandmother." The dog baby replied to Aunt Xiu's question.

"Good boy, I want to hunt a pheasant for my grandmother to eat, and I also want to dig potatoes for my grandmother to eat, good boy." Grandma listened to the dog's reply and wiped her tears and said.

"Grandmother, don't cry." The dog baby comforts the grandmother.

Back to Fang Jing's house, at this time, Fang Jing had already fried the vegetables, a large bamboo plate of potatoes stuffed pork ribs, a plate of fried wild vegetables, this is very rich, mainly because of the strong fragrance, Fang Jing felt that if there was another bean eggplant, it should be more perfect.

"Everyone wash their hands and eat, don't be busy anymore, no matter how busy you are, you can't rush to come, it's important to eat first." Fang Jing put the food on the table under the tree, put the dishes and chopsticks, and shouted loudly for everyone to come over and eat.

"Jing Wazi, eating like this every day is a waste of food." Chen Erlin saw the dry rice and two large dishes, and felt that it was better to drink some thin, and the poor farmers had to eat and drink like big families, so it would take a loser to do this.

"Uncle, where do you get the strength to work if you don't have enough to eat? Otherwise, if you are hungry, you don't have much strength, and your head is full of thoughts to fill your stomach, how can you find a way to earn money for food. "Fang Jing's big set, everyone understands it, but it is also a little difficult to understand.

"Okay, don't gossip, it's important to eat, everyone eats, by the way, what about the dog? You're not going to run home to eat, are you? This dog is running so fast, am I still missing a bite of food from him? Fang Jing didn't find the dog baby after sitting down, this was because he felt that the dog baby was embarrassed to eat at his house and went home.

"Jing baby, don't worry about the dog, let him go home and eat, eat at your place every day, and I don't know how much food I have been bed." Fang Dayong was a little embarrassed that his family came to Fang Jing's house from time to time to have a meal, wasting a lot of food.

"What a big deal, a few bowls of rice, I have to run home, okay, eat first, and turn around to smoke him." Fang Jing didn't care if the dog baby and his father were there, just said it casually, Fang Dayong had mixed tastes in his heart.

A table of people eating, there are many small people on the table, Fang Jing looks at this table and has to get it up first, otherwise, it is not convenient to do this every day, the bamboo chair is higher than the small table, and you have to bow your head to pick up a dish, it is really a little unnatural, and I am not used to it, Fang Jing thought about whether I could make a few inlaid holes in the wooden board today, and then assemble it, it is not so troublesome to make a wooden table, plus there is a lot of use for Fang.

After breakfast, Fang Jing's aunt took the initiative to get up and clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Daying also helped, Fang Jing thought that this was good, but Xiong Er was unhappy, you all ate delicious, I haven't eaten yet, ran to Fang Jing and crawled with her legs, Fang Jing then remembered that she didn't give Xiong Er food.

took the bamboo bowl with the last bit of leftover rice and soup and put it in front of Xiong Er, Xiong Er had a delicious breakfast, otherwise he would have made trouble again today if he didn't eat it.

"Little sister, you will take Xiong Er to the bamboo forest to get some bamboo shoots for him to eat, otherwise he will be hungry if he eats such a bowl today." Fang Jing watched Xiong Er eat, there was a lot of room in this belly, so he still told his little sister.

"Brother, I see." The little sister sat on the bamboo chair to rest and eat, looking at Xiong Er who was eating on the ground, she always felt that she didn't eat as much as Xiong Er, why did Xiong Er eat so much?

After everyone rested, they started to work again, Fang Jing picked up the planks one by one and looked at them, compared them, and felt that they could make a table, so they took a very straight long bamboo branch as a ruler to calculate, marked it with a small frustration knife of Uncle Dayong, and slowly chopped the planks with a knife of the same length, but unfortunately there was no carpenter in Fangjia Village, otherwise there was a planer, and the planks could be planed, and then they began to dig holes and cut inlays.

Fang Jing has a lot of strength, his thoughts and thinking are very different from Fang Dayong's them, and the speed is also something they can't understand, Fang Dayong thinks that this is the result of falling from a tree and opening his mind, and he understands the result of wisdom, so he feels that he can accept it, but Fang Jing's performance is really Chen Erlin's family can't accept it, at least for now, they feel that their nephew and cousin are freaks.

Fang Jing didn't notice that Chen Erlin's family looked at Fang Jing like they were looking at a monster, Fang Jing just wanted to make a square table quickly, so that there would be a place to eat.

A small fruit fell from the tree and smashed on Fang Jing's head, Fang Jing looked up and looked around, everyone was busy with their own work, Uncle Dayong was weaving bamboo mats, uncle and cousin were making bamboo doors, aunt was sitting on a chair making clothes, there was a basket on her legs, the cloth of the clothes was placed in the basket, the cousins and the little sister were not there, it was estimated that they went to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots for Xiong Er, Fang Jing was a little puzzled, who beat him just now.

Looking up at the orange tree, it turned out that the fruit on it had fallen, looking at this wild orange tree, the vitality was not bad, the leaves were green, in addition to hanging some small fruits, there were also some small flowers, Fang Jing felt that in autumn and winter, he could eat oranges, and his heart was very happy.

Fang Jing began to assemble the wooden planks, after installing them, he looked at them and thought that there was no problem, but looking at the sawn out wooden thorns, it was a little painful, if he put his hand up, it would be strange if he was not stabbed, Fang Jing thought about how to remove the wooden thorns, but the tools in front of him were impossible, using a knife to cut? Yes, but the planks that are cut out are never flat.

Fang Jing thought big, her eyes unintentionally saw the river in the distance, and suddenly she had an idea, picked up the wooden plank of the entire square table and ran towards the river.

The people in the courtyard were shocked, what was this Fang Jing doing with such a large plank, and there was also a question in his heart, and his eyes followed Fang Jing's figure.

Fang Jing resisted the wooden plank to the small river, walked along the river for a hundred meters, and finally saw a small river beach, the small river beach was full of fine sand, of course, there were also soft stones, all the big stones were picked up and thrown away, leaving fine sand, Fang Jing put the wooden board on the fine sand, pressed down with both hands, pressed clockwise in the fine sand, and then grinding counterclockwise, after a quarter of an hour, Fang Jing lifted the wood and looked at it, thinking that it was okay, but it had to be grinding for a while.

Fang Jing grinded the front and back sides, and after half an hour, there were no wooden thorns on both sides of the board, and the surface also looked smoother, so he washed the plank in the river and went home.

"Jing Wazi, this desktop is very slippery, how did you do it?" Fang Dayong watched Fang Jing come back against the smooth plank, looked at it and touched it, it was very strange how Fang Jing did it, everyone was also curious to look at the plank, and then at Fang Jing.

"Uncle Dayong, this is not without planers, I can only go to the small beach by the river and grind it with fine sand, this is not smoothed, saving the wooden thorns to prick my hands." Fang Jing hurriedly explained.

"What do you think of this solution? This is a good way, in the past, I used to make a lot of wooden thorns, it would be nice to have this way. Fang Dayong was quite excited.

Fang Jing may have thought that this method was not very simple, there was no fuss, but Fang Dayong didn't think so.

Fang Jing no longer cared about how Fang Da used, embedded horizontal wood in the table legs, and began to install it on the wooden board, slowly slammed it into the leg holes in the four corners of the wooden board with a broken knife, and turned it over and put it on the ground after installation, except for a small extra section in the leg hole, everything else was intact.

Fang Jing picked up the small chisel used by Fang Da, slowly and gently chiseled, and it was enough to chisel flat, but he didn't want to chisel the tabletop, so the range of action was not so large.

The square table is finally done, it took Fang Jing nearly two hours to make the square table, this is Fang Jing made it herself, full of sense of achievement, standing in front of the square table, self-appreciation, feeling that this is a rare work, can participate in the World Furniture Exhibition.

"Brother, look, this is the bamboo shoot that my cousin and I dug up, it's big, right?" Fang Yuan and his two cousins came in from outside the fence and ran to Fang Jing to show off her big bamboo shoots.

"Well, it's big, you're all tired, sit and rest when you're tired, and go to the stove to fetch water when you're thirsty." Fang Jing really wanted to shake her head, the bamboo shoots with thick calves of adults were probably dug for a long time, and several little babies were covered in sweat.

Xiong Er was led by a rope, but he didn't want to go home, he wanted to go to the bamboo forest, where it was his paradise, the bamboo shoots were delicious, and he could play, and he could sleep when he was tired, how good, why did he go home?

"Little sister, my brother will go to the river to catch some fish in a while, do you want to go?" Fang Jing looked at the little sister who was almost resting.

"Brother, I'm going, I'm going." The little sister got up from the chair and shouted that she wanted to follow Fang Jing to catch fish in the river, although in the past, adults said that children were not allowed to go to the river to play, but now that her brother is here, she can go.

"Okay, are Daying and Xiaozhi going too? Then you wait here for me, I'll get a bamboo, or I won't be able to catch a fish for a while. Fang Jing went back to the house and came out with a basket, picked up a broken knife and went to the bamboo forest to cut three bamboos the thickness of a child's wrist, and sharpened the big heads, which were considered harpoons.

came back with three harpoons made of bamboo, carried a basket with a broken knife, raised his legs and went in the direction of the river, followed by four babies, and Dachu also followed, wanting to see Fang Jing's ability to catch fish.