"Sitting?" Song Fusheng pointed to the sofa.

Fugui shook his head and did not sit.

It's dirty enough to take a look, and wait for him to change into clean clothes and take a shower before he sits.

Fugui put his hands behind his back, leaned over and stood in front of "Home and Everything", and looked carefully.

Fusheng asked him, "What did I write?" ”

"Okay, hey, good-looking," why is it so good-looking, the heart of the word is hot.

If we can have today, it is not "family harmony".

Fortune is very popular.

The main people really think so, Fusheng writes everything beautifully, everything he says is right, and my brother is full of treasures.

Then I went to see the paintings.

When he saw what was painted on the fireplace, Song Fugui couldn't help but let out a low "Oops." ”

He suspected that he might be too emotional, or his heart would not have been filled with something all at once.

"If there is a visitor to the house, I can tell him about it for a little time with these paintings." Fugui's eyes were a little red and said.

For the Nine Clans, each painting is a long story, everything is full of ups and downs, and the beginning of each story is very difficult.

Like when they first came to Renjia Village, there was no kang, and they didn't even have time to cry.

The earth froze, the ground was plowed, and the adobe was thrown.

For example, when he heard a wolf howling in the middle of the night, he went out to see the wolf.

Like the landmine, the first time he killed people was not a single person, but one by one. It was a bloody time.

He was escorted later, and it was not a good idea to meet some small bandits who were not in the stream on the way, as long as it didn't affect him, Zhun Bao would leave those people alive.

Anyway, excited, a little excited, hehe.

Fugui hurriedly squeezed his eyes, and then said with a hippie smile:

"I just hit pine nuts and fell from a tree until I was confused, and then that one, I didn't do anything, and I was always confused. Did you forget when you entered the city? I also pierced my head in someone's arms, and I should choke on people's diaphragms. ”

Song Fusheng smiled, indeed.

And at that time, until he settled in the village, he was not close to Fugui.

Because this kid has been in a slight concussion, either vomiting or confused.

If you are confused, you will make mistakes.

For example, if you don't go in a straight line and fall into the cellar, for example, if you almost hit grandpa's feet with a hoe, you always make trouble for him.

Song Fugui pointed to the painting at the bottom: "This is raindrops?" ”

Song Fusheng glanced at the painting: "It's not raindrops, it's an ellipsis, to be continued, haven't you seen it framed separately?" In your niece's words, this painting is called the most beautiful expectation. That is to say, we still need to work hard, and we will buy more family properties in the future, and she will paint them again and add them when they are finished. ”

"I thought it was rain, but I drew it right now. I also wondered if the raindrops weren't in strings? It's anticipation for a long time, and Emma is looking forward to it," Fugui laughed.

Why is the eldest niece so talented?

In the laughter of the rich and noble, Wang Zhongyu stood at the door and shouted: "What are you doing, aren't you here to get the bucket?" Where to go? ”

Ah, right.

Fugui patted his head, looked at him, and forgot about it.

hurriedly walked out of the living room, "Where is your bucket, our water can be eaten, I'll go fetch water for you." ”

Song Fusheng pointed to the kitchen and asked Fugui to fetch the bucket, while motioning for Wang Zhongyu to enter the house.

Before Zhongyu came in, he said:

"Brother, are you doing this? I wanted to say that you, the women of my family, from the old lady and sisters-in-law to the daughter-in-law, there is no one who is content. Obviously building a new house is a happy event, and they say that it is like an old house compared to you. Not to mention, I stood at the door and looked at it. ”

The money earned is not enough wow, far from enough.

Zhongyu thought to himself: What do you know enough.

Brother Fusheng always poured cold water on them in a timely manner, and when the days were good, he personally proofed them to tell them that life could be better, and how to live better.

You see, a house can be built like this, and a flower can be picked up in the house.

Men who stand up to the sky and the earth must run for better, and cannot be satisfied with the status quo.

"Can you eat water?"

"Yes, our well is different from the village, unlike their open-air one, our well was originally in Grandpa's house, and we have already finished pumping dirty water after washing and shabu, he ......"

Wang Zhongyu stood barefoot in the living room and silenced it.

The room is more evil than the one standing at the door.

After becoming rich, Zhongyu was almost delayed here, and they all forgot about business.

"Wow?"

"Hello, here we are."

Fugui shouted Zhongyu and the two of them ran away with empty buckets.

After running a few steps, Zhong Yu stopped and remembered: "By the way, third brother, the old man let me gather and worship the mountain god." ”

Song Fusheng nodded to indicate that he understood.

Turning around, he asked Qian Peiying, "Fugui and Zhongyu have such loud voices, why didn't the two children move." ”

Isn't? I haven't seen it for a long time.

The two of them hurriedly pushed open the door of Mi Shou's house: "......"

There was a basin of water on the floor, and the floor of the house was not wiped at all, the furoshiki was not opened, and the rag was thrown on the table.

Mi Shou was lying on the kang with a bronze mirror in one hand and a family portrait in the other, and he had already slept and sweated.

The window is not open, can he not sweat? This kid.

The kang of Mi Shou's house is next to the kang wall, and the window is next to the desk.

He has a good house, and in the winter the fireplace in the living room is burning, and the wall is warm.

When choosing a house, it should be said that Poria is sensible, and gave the most photogenic bedroom to his younger brother, and he chose the kang by the window, which leaks.

In addition, it is necessary to open the fake drawer under the kang in winter, where there is a kang hole, and you need to add charcoal and firewood to burn.

Qian Peiying said: "I knew he wouldn't clean up, how old he was." ”

Song Fusheng said: "No matter how old you are, you have to learn slowly. You see, in that examination room, there is that stupid person, who can't cook. Will he always use private tutoring in the future? When you live in the school, you won't be able to do things properly, your self-care skills are poor, and you will bring dirty clothes back? ”

If that's the case, you'll have to beat Mishou.

He is most worried about the problems of the "eldest young master".

In these aspects, Song Fusheng is not used to Mi Shou.

Qian Peiying didn't keep her mouth shut, indeed, learning is always better than not, regardless of whether there is a small guy at that time.

"Come on, you still have to worry about whether he can be merciful when he grows up, look at this child, he is designated to look in the mirror before going to bed."

I like beauty, every day is beautiful, narcissistic.

Song Fusheng smiled and slapped the sleeping Mi Shou's buttocks: "I don't have the money to marry ten or eight daughters-in-law for him." ”

When you open the door of the girl's house, okay, this is really a sister and brother.

When the two of them were working stupidly, Song Poria was also sleeping, no wonder there was no movement.

It's just that giving birth to a daughter is good, and girls have regulations in their hearts.

Although I didn't help my parents, it was really superfluous, and I didn't worry about it at all.

But the old Song couple is content, you see, our Poria will clean up their own room before sleeping.

The window is open, the house is spraying incense, the feet are facing the window, the head is facing the edge of the kang, and the body is covered with a small sheet, probably for fear of being blown by the wind and then crooked mouth.

Song Fusheng closed the door with a light movement: "Okay, let's go and worship the mountain god." ”