Fleshy, soft, Huo Jinzhi didn't dare to work too hard, for fear of pinching off the fat girl's bones, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart, not hating, shouldn't he like it, he didn't know what it was, anyway, he didn't hate Tang Xiaopang as much as before.

"Aijun, you go up the mountain to open up the wasteland?"

A man carried a large bundle of firewood down the mountain, and was very surprised to see Tang Aijun carrying a hoe, the Tang family's self-reserved land is the most in the village, why do they still want to open up wasteland?

Seeing Huo Jinzhi and Tang Xiaonan following behind, holding hands affectionately, the man was even more surprised.

The mutated painting style made him a little uncomfortable, when did the children of the Tang family and the children of the Huo family get along so well?

When did I see it before, it was not Tang Aijun, Tang Aihua or Tang Aiguo, or the three brothers went together, the fat girl was shouting and cheering on the side, and the children of the Huo family were beaten every time their noses and faces were swollen, and they were really evil.

Tang Aijun called Uncle Qitang.

"Uncle Qitang is good." Tang Xiaonan followed.

The man smiled, touched Tang Xiaonan's head, and looked at Huo Jinzhi's eyes a little intriguing.

"This man is so stupid that he can't even plant the land, I'll teach him." Tang Aijun said loudly.

Huo Jin's heart was blocked, but he didn't say anything.

The man couldn't help laughing, the half-grown man still wanted to teach people to farm, he didn't say anything, the child was playing, he was too lazy to mix with an adult, and after a few casual chats, the man carried the firewood down the mountain.

However, he had to tell the children in the family not to embarrass the children of the Huo family in the future, so as not to offend the three overlords of the Tang family.

Tang Aijun stopped on a flat hillside, which was relatively gentle and large, with the sun on one side and the mountain on the other.

"That's it, take a good look."

Tang Aijun spat a few mouthfuls on his hand, and hoeed a few times, he had great strength, and every time he hoeed, he turned up a large piece of soil.

"This piece of land grows potatoes and sweet potatoes, and you can eat enough for a year, but the previous piece of land made a bamboo whip and planted corn and sorghum, and you can't starve to death!"

Tang Aijun threw the hoe and looked arrogant.

If it weren't for his sister's face, he wouldn't have bothered to teach.

Although Huo Jinzhi is not good at farm work, he has been planting land for a few years, and when he saw the soil turned out by Tang Aijun, he knew that this land was indeed fertile, and he was grateful to Tang Aijun.

"Thank you."

After hesitating, Huo Jinzhi thanked him.

Tang Aijun was stunned and a little dumbfounded, but he quickly waved his hand generously and said with a grin, "You're welcome!" ”

He is also quite awkward, every time he fights with the surnamed Huo, or on the way to fight, it is the first time for him to speak so politely, which feels weird.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, the mountain wind blew, and a few small birds flew over, and the two stood stunned, and no one said anything.

"Third brother, potatoes are grown here, will others say it?" Tang Xiaonan broke the silence.

Although the wasteland can be reclaimed at will, it is limited to the villagers of Mopan Mountain, Huo Jinzhi is an outsider, and he is afraid that there will be some trouble at that time.

Tang Aijun's eyes widened, "Who dares to say that Lao Tzu beat him to death!" ”

The wasteland he opened, the king of heaven didn't dare to say, hum!

Tang Xiaonan was relieved at this time, and smiled sweetly at Huo Jinzhi, "My third brother is amazing, Brother Huo, you can plant it casually." ”

Tang Aijun straightened his back and said in a rough voice: "Just plant, see which bastard dares to say that Lao Tzu smashed the door of his house!" ”