Shang Yunheng silently counted, according to his daughter-in-law's plan, he would not see his grandson for twenty days, that would not work.

The son will definitely go to the villa to see the child, and when the time comes, he will follow him over, without Luo, and he doesn't like Luo's obviously not understanding anything, and he still expresses his opinions randomly.

When Su Xiaoluo went to the villa, he changed his clothes and went to the field, and Su Qin said that his granddaughter was like a different person when she saw the field.

"If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely farm with Xiaoluo!" It's good to be young! Mrs. Shang looked at her daughter-in-law's busy figure, and she only had envy.

"She's just busy, you and Ziqian are indulging her again, and they are becoming more and more lawless!"

Of course, such a capable granddaughter-in-law has to favor her, and the current Su Xiaoluo is more important than her grandson in the eyes of Mrs. Shang.

Su Xiaoluo went around the field where he planted miscellaneous grains, and the form was not optimistic, many of them had fallen to the ground, moldy and rotten, and some were crooked, and it would be good if half of the intact grain could be accounted for.

"Dad is afraid now, if I don't listen to you at that time, we will lose even more, you are right, the people who grow crops will have nothing to do and go around the fields." Su Changan decided to listen to her daughter in the future, and if she was unsure of her idea, she had to ask her.

"I was thinking that it had been two years of bumper harvest, and this year the weather was abnormal, and there was no rain until mid-August, and it looked like a heavy rain was brewing.

Although there will be some losses in the pre-harvest harvest, it is much better than no harvest at all. ”

That's the reason, Su Changan asked her daughter what to do with the rotten grains.

"When ploughing the ground, bury it directly under the ground to make fertilizer, it is better to break some, too thick places with a wooden fork to lift around, these straws can not rot in a year, if there are too many piles in one place, the seeds will not take root and sprout at all in the next year." Su Xiaoluo explained.

Su Changan nodded: "What about the corn stalks, are they still transported to the pasture to feed the cattle and horses?" ”

"Yes, those big livestock like to eat corn stalks, and they can save a lot of feed, and cattle and horses also love to grow fat, and their fur is still shiny, and they look very energetic."

The two of them went to the place where the grain was stored again to take a look, this year's grain is not as good as last year, and it is necessary to pay more attention when storing it, and the grain must not be moldy and spoiled, and the people of the capital still count on these grains to be used as seeds!

The father and daughter returned to the backyard and saw the brother and sister riding on the White Tiger King, Shang Qifeng hugged his sister's waist, Shang Tianyuan hugged Shang Qixiao in front, and Shang Qixiao, who was the eldest brother, firmly grabbed the small "saddle" made for them and looked ahead with his head held high like a general.

"Among these children, Brother Hao is the most like Ziqian, Qingqing is a girl to be pampered, I think Brother Xuan is more active, maybe more suitable for martial arts!" Su Changan saw several grandsons, and his eyes overflowed with tenderness.

Although there is a little blood relationship between them, after getting along for a long time, the relationship will naturally come out, Su Xiaoluo takes care of him as his own father, and of course he loves his children as his own grandson.

The White Tiger King turned to Su Xiaoluo, the three children's eyes lit up when they saw their mother's parents, the White Tiger King slowly lay down, Su Changan hugged Shang Qifeng first, Su Xiaoluo picked up Shang Tianyuan and handed it to Mama Qin, kissed the eldest son's face and hugged him down, this child has been calm since he was a child, and he looks like an elder brother.

"Brother Hao's hand hurts, my mother will blow it for you." Su Xiaoluo blew a few times on his son's two little hands and kissed them twice.

Shang Qixiao picked up his mother's face and kissed her the cheek, this is the first time Shang Qixiao has taken the initiative to kiss someone like this!

"My mother usually pays the least attention to you, because you are the most sensible of the three brothers and sisters, and the three of you are equally important in my mother's heart, but because your sister was born relatively young, my mother fed her personally, and I usually hold her the most, and it is not my mother's intention to snub you!" Su Xiaoluo hugged his son tightly.

"Mother!" Shang Qixiao shouted with a smile.

Su Xiaoluo looked at his son blankly, did he just call himself? Are you calling your mother?

"Xiaoluo, Brother Hao called your mother, Dad heard it very clearly!" Su Changan was happy for his daughter.

Xiao Gudong and Mama Qin also nodded, and they also heard it.

Su Xiaoluo's tears flowed down, Shang Qixiao stretched out his little hand to help her wipe her tears, hugged Su Xiaoluo's neck and shouted again.

Mrs. Shang and Su Qin came over, saw Su Xiaoluo, who was crying with her son in her arms, and asked Mama Qin what happened.

"Our little marquis is called mother, and the princess is crying happily!"

A ten-month-old child will be called a mother! Old Lady Shang and Su Qin asked their great-grandson to call again, and when they heard a very clear and immature voice, their hearts were budding.

"Our brother Hao is the most sensible!" Su Qin wiped the corners of his eyes and said.

Mrs. Shang also admitted that among the children, Shang Qifeng was the most active, Shang Tianyuan was the most squeamish, and Shang Qixiao was the most worry-free.

"That's a good thing, don't cry!" Mrs. Shang looked at her granddaughter-in-law who was crying into tears, and wanted to cry and laugh.

The two children next to them looked at their mother and brother blankly, what is the situation?

The fact that Shang Qixiao would call her mother made Su Xiaoluo happy for several days, until Shang Yi came, and she was still intoxicated!

"Will my son be called his mother? Scream and I'll listen! Shang Yi was a little unconvinced.

Shang Qixiao became more honest in Shang Yi's arms, looking at his father who was full of anticipation, Shang Qixiao called slowly: "Dad! ”

"Did you hear it, did you hear it, Brother Hao called Daddy!" Shang Yi hugged his son twice and kissed him on the face.

Shang Qixiao is a little embarrassed, Shang Tianyuan is gone, her mother has always hugged her brother these days, and her father is like this today, why doesn't anyone love her anymore.

Isn't it just called Dad? She would too: "Daddy! Shang Tianyuan stretched out her arms to hug her.

If the eldest son's voice made Shang Yi's heart surge, his daughter's father directly poked the softest place in his heart, and there were crystal clear tears flashing in Shang Yi's eyes.

"Qingqing is called Niang!" Su Xiaoluo coaxed her daughter.

has occupied her father's arms, successfully squeezed her brother away, and hugged her father, who she hadn't seen for several days, Shang Tianyuan, who was kissing and rubbing, let alone calling her mother, she didn't even look at her mother, she only had her father in her eyes now.

"Go back to the capital with your father tomorrow, let him and his uncle look at you, my mother doesn't want you anymore!" Su Xiaoluo began to be jealous again.

"Our big vinegar jar has been overturned again, let's find a place with fewer people to cultivate feelings, and we won't stimulate your mother here!" Shang Yi didn't forget that he had two sons before leaving, touched them twice, and asked his youngest son when he was going to call his father, and then left with his daughter in his arms.

"Fortunately, I also gave birth to two sons, otherwise I would really doubt my life." Who said that her daughter is her mother's little padded jacket, even if it is a small padded jacket, it is her father's alone, and she can't get it at all.