The sentry general added: "Outsiders are coming! ”

I thought the third uncle could get out of the car, but I didn't expect to cross the bridge with someone.

After this voice, just watching, everyone instantly seemed to have practiced.

Near the pepper base, a group of people quickly appeared.

Several people stepped on the ladder and climbed to the roof from the four directions of southeast, east and west, and with a pull of the rope, the quilt and straw curtain fell down to cover the roof.

At the same time, the following people also ripped open the fence made by the little carpenter Song Fuxi, from the landlord of the chili room to the west of the house, and the bottom was also surrounded, and the big lock was locked, leaving only the door of the chili base, and there was nothing to see outside.

The old men in the various dens poked their heads out and poured a few baskets of snow at the entrance of the dens.

This is what Uncle Song Fusheng thought, and Song Fusheng didn't listen.

Uncle thinks, don't say that we are careful, we just don't want people to see, there is snow at the entrance to the ground, and there is nothing below, no footprints. Anyway, I don't like people to know about it.

Even outside the cake room, grass curtains fell on the outside of the window paper.

The most exaggerated thing is that Er Ya was baking cream cake blanks in Song Fuling's cake room, and she was alone at this time, and she came out.

The oil lamp in the house was lit, the fireplace was stabbed brighter, and then I heard someone knock on the door to warn that an outsider was coming, so I went to lower the straw curtain.

In fact, the window paper is not transparent, who can see it? That's not a hit.

Everyone thinks that this is all ours, no one can look at it, it's best that none of you come, why is it so annoying, our group is doing well, don't bother.

A few restaurant guys who were arranged by Chen Dongjia followed the car, and when they got closer, they were all dumbfounded.

The house where these people live is so dilapidated? It's worse than their own guys.

This is something they never expected.

You must know that Song Fusheng's family, in the eyes of these guys who came with them, is very capable.

Not only do I know the nobles, but I also sell expensive things, garlic and cakes, which ones are not eaten by the rich and noble, and they are so expensive to sell, can they not make money?

Can? It turned out to be so.

Song Fusheng didn't know the shock in the hearts of these guys, if he knew, maybe he would laugh and say:

What is self-made?

From food to clothing, from a green onion to a thread for sewing clothes, they all have to earn it on their own.

No matter how poor other people's families are, at least the most basic things will be available, but they don't have them.

Therefore, if you want to completely get rid of poverty, it is really not something that can be solved by selling some out-of-season vegetables and a few pots of cakes in a short time, unless you can only get rich. They have developed very fast, and no matter how fast they are, they will go against the sky.

When Grandpa Song heard what he meant, it turned out that he was sending something, the smile in his mouth was revealed, his beard trembled with a smile, and he commanded with a cigarette bag and pot: "It's all hard, come into the house and drink hot water, don't be polite." ”

A few guys hurriedly waved their hands and said, no, I am wearing a water bladder, and I have to hurry back to the city while it is not dark, and don't turn back to the city gate and not let me in.

These people drove the car, and as soon as they walked with their front feet, everyone surrounded Song Fusheng's family with their back feet.

There are all kinds of questions, and there are also those who lift Mi Shou high, and the high butcher holds it up.

They are almost used to it now, Mi Shou is Mi Shou, irreplaceable, and the spokesperson of surprises.

Song Fuling briefly reported a few words to her grandmother, how much she sold, how much money she had, she was not unhappy, so she asked her grandmother if you want to miss me? She said, don't talk nonsense, let's talk about the key points. The point is that there is nothing, you are about to get sick.

Mrs. Ma said, then her point is: Have you eaten?

"I ate it, I ate it all, and then I ate it hard."

Mrs. Ma thought to herself: I'm about to vomit, so why don't you know how to live like that, you should pack some back and give her a taste.

Song Fuling couldn't care about chatting with her grandmother.

I heard grandpa say that those good pens and good papers can't be used now, they are all put aside, when the babies are almost written, what to call and use again. I still had to earn money to buy cheap brushes, and I moved them to Fusheng's house first, so she got up and went home with the group of people who carried the boxes.

She wanted to see what was inside. I didn't open the box in the restaurant, and this time I moved into her house, but I have to turn it over.

"Ahh Scared Qian Peiying, "What are you shouting?" ”

"Mother?" Song Fuling shouted her mother, thinking that it was useless to call her mother, her mother was also blind, so she went out to find her father with a template, and it happened that Song Fusheng also came back after talking to his grandfather, "What's wrong." ”

"Dad, ah, look at it, look at what this is." Song Poria is like a treasure.

The red board, that is, the practice board, is convex, and the red paper is placed on it, and you can practice the words according to the font of the word board below.

Song Fuling guessed that this should have been used by Lu Pan when he was a child.

She was glad that she could practice calligraphy.

dragged Song Fusheng and asked her father to take a closer look at the contents of the box.

Squatting in front of the box, Song Fuling pulled the abacus aside, holding the book: "Dad, these are enlightenment books," and picked up one of the books in the box: "These are?" Feeling that his pitch was a little high, he lowered his tone and said, "Hurry up and show me, these are ancient poetry books, right?" ”

Song Fusheng took it and flipped through it, nodding.

Song Fuling immediately put the book in her heart, great, she can learn by herself.

She wanted to teach herself a long time ago, but she didn't have a book, and practicing calligraphy was like a dog crawling, and her father was still busy.

"This is for Mi Shou's enlightenment, right?" Song Fusheng said.

"I don't care, I'll borrow it first." For the first time, Song Fuling felt that the little general was really a good person.

After Song Fusheng and his daughter-in-law glanced at each other, they looked at their daughters with their hands on their waists, and saw that their daughter's face was jubilant.

He thought to himself: At best, what's the use.

It can be seen that although Song Fusheng inherited the talent of the original body and the good words of the original body, and the original body wrote poems from time to time, but in his mind, he still does not like to read in modern times, and he is not close to books.

Out of the house, Song Fusheng saw Mi Shou with a bunch of babies, and he was not too cold, and was happily surrounding the foal: "Xiaohong, Xiaohong." "I thought, this is even more useless.

Please come back a little ancestor.

You starved it and made it sick and died, and then Mi Shou was sad and didn't say anything, if people asked, it was really not good.

But if you go with it? Hi, Song Fusheng stepped forward resignedly, took Xiaohong by the hand, and complained that no matter how much he complained, he had to settle down. You have to open a room first.

In the "cow room" where the two heads are safe and sound, the two cows are honest, and they still stare at Xiaohong, but Xiaohong has lost her temper and stands at the door and can't go in.

"This is your home."

Your family is like this, its family is not like this, Xiaohong stepped back again, and twisted her head to one side.

"Not you?" Song Fusheng crossed his hands on his hips.

"Uncle, let Xiaohong go to a better house," Mi Shou hugged his uncle's thigh.

Mi Shou discussed, Song Fusheng didn't know why he brought Ma to the family.

Qian Peiying also looked stupid, where to live? Stove room.

"Auntie, please, Xiaohong really can't stand it. Mi Shou has seen it with his own eyes, and its horse shed is indeed better than ours. ”

Mrs. Ma was holding a cabbage, and when she entered the house, she heard it, and thought: Co-author, let me live in our house, it's all about dealing with a night?

That's it, Xiaohong finished drinking the honey water, picked up the peg again, and tossed.

No one knew what it meant, Mi Shou was a little panicked, with a concerned and uncertain expression.

What does it mean? It's time for apples.

At this time of the day, it has to eat apples on time.

Song Lingling came out with a towel, and pinched her waist: "Is it a beating?" ”

It's amazing, the horse's hooves suddenly pause when they hear the sound, and then continue to flirt with the pegs as if they didn't hear it.