"Wow, this is what my sister said." Mi Shou wears a small green hat with a large pompom on top of it and jumps down the lane.

Not good at all.

What kind of homestay?

It's the same as the dilapidated house he lived in before, don't think that he doesn't know what to do when he's young.

What was really excited was Song Fuling, who was finally able to get off the car and move the event.

Song Fuling gave people advice, "If there is a sign in front of the door, it will be more like a homestay." ”

The four grandfathers' families, the aunt's family, and the uncle's family, this is the northeast wind.

Japanese style: Fujita family, Kashima family, Inoue family, Kondo family.

"Then on the road, a big sign will be erected every two miles and five miles, and there will be a place to rest and live in front of it, and a hut will be built at the fork in the village, and there will be villagers who have been soliciting residents for a long time to guard it."

Mi Shou added: "Sister, in fact, the fellow uncles can not only recruit people to live, but also get some food and clean water to sell, people to eat, livestock to eat, and carry baskets to sell on the road we walk." Even if you are in a hurry, you should eat and drink. ”

"Yes, that's right, our village can't do it, if it can be like the location of this village, you can also let Aunt Bai and them open a small shop and sell it to people in a hurry, lamp oil, candles, snacks or something."

"No, sister, Aunt Bai can't open a store, she should steal food."

The sisters and brothers chatted like nonsense, giggling and talking while helping to get things, and they were stunned for a moment when they said to the old king who received them in the village.

Is it a good thing that their village is so poor? Look directly at the two "pom-pom dolls", a pink satin hat and a green hat.

Song Fusheng laughed when he heard this.

He also doesn't help with things, there are four strong people with high iron heads.

Just stood on the side, watching Fugui and Song Fushou arrange how those lifters lived.

It's a big tour.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this village is small, there are few houses, each with a small house, two groups of a house, two groups of a house. Take your food, drink and important belongings tonight and tomorrow morning, and go with the fellow villagers. ”

The old men have said that they have borrowed Song Xiaolianguang.

When people are outside, two groups in one house, there is a hot kang to live in when they enter the house, and they can fetch water to boil water to drink, and such conditions are already very good.

Song Fushou and the people in the village commanded together: Come, your two masters are in this house, and your two masters are going to the front room with this fellow.

The lifter who was assigned to a farther place to live was a little uneasy, walked two steps to stand still, turned his head and said: It is a little far away from Song Xiaolian, and he does not want to leave Song Xiaolian.

Song Fushou smiled one-eyedly: "Don't worry about it, sleep at ease, tomorrow will be the time, someone will knock on the door and ask you to get up and cook, and tell you to go." ”

Turning around, the one-eyed Song Fushou said again:

"Come on, come on, our cars are all left here, everyone walks with the fellow countrymen, and just take some important ones with you. Rest assured, the animals will be fed by our own people, and the items on the car will also be guarded by our own people, and they will not be lost. In addition, we don't have to worry about the water we need to travel tomorrow. ”

It wasn't until this moment that the aborigines knew that the village was actually welcoming a group of people.

There has never been a Xiucai in their village in three lifetimes.

Fugui reminded the leader of the village, Lao Wangtou, and said ugly words before: "So, you privately mention some villagers, this is a large number of people in Fengtianfu, if something happens and you can't enter Beijing to catch the exam, Fengtianfu Yin can let the garrison level your village." ”

I'm scared of the king, what are you trying to do to scare the old man:

"Big brother, don't talk about the old men, even if you come on weekdays, we don't dare to pick our eyes. I have always dared not do it when cooking rice in the well water, for fear that you will be upset and rely on us. ”

I can't afford to compensate, I can't afford to provoke, and it's really not easy to make some money, and I can be scared to death.

Yang Mingyuan and Wang Juren were assigned to a room, not far from Song Fusheng's residence.

Before, Yang Mingyuan also heard the words of Poria and Mi Shou, mainly because he always sneaked to Song Fusheng's side, always wanted to be close to the Song family, and always paid more attention to the movements of the Song family than the people next to him, so he could hear some.

But it's a pity that he never saw Miss Song's face.

Miss Song was talking to her brother as soon as she got out of the car, and all he could see was the back and the eye-catching pom-pom hat.

As he shook his head and spoke, the white ball on the hat kept shaking, and with the sound of chirping and crunchy, it was like a cheerful bird, which was really good.

Yang Mingyuan was relieved, it was still very hard to hurry. Obedient and listening, it seems that Miss Song is still good and energetic.

Wang Juren motioned to Yang Mingyuan: "Then let's go with our fellow countrymen?" ”

"Okay," Yang Mingyuan took the little servant, carrying the food for tonight and tomorrow morning and Wang Juren to the residence.

……

"Wow!"

This time, Mi Shou is no longer perfunctory, but sincere, washed his hands and face, and almost applauded when he sat at the table.

Sister Peach Blossom and Sister-in-law Baozhu cooked frozen dumplings, sauerkraut filling, celery, peanuts, millet and red bean porridge, which are also too delicious.

Mi Shou believed his sister's words: This is tourism.

Qian Peiying wiped the soy sauce on Mi Shou's mouth, "Eat slowly, it's too late, don't eat too much, it's uncomfortable." ”

Baozhu stuffed dumplings into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Godmother, don't be afraid to eat too much, there are hawthorns in the car." "Rock sugar gourd, to be exact.

She saw that there was a bag in the car, and a crooked note on it was in the handwriting of her grandmother, which read: snacks, sugar gourds.

Song Fusheng saw that Sizhuang and Tietou didn't eat a plate of dumplings when they turned their heads, one person and one chopstick, and in the blink of an eye, he pushed the two plates on his side towards them, and said: "This dumpling, we should eat some garlic to detoxify." I don't know if the fellow has ......"

Before he finished speaking, Da Dezi hurriedly swallowed the hot dumplings and stood up, "Yes, wait." He remembered which car it was hanging on, and where it was hanging, anyway, it was hanging a bunch of dried chili peppers and a braided garlic.

Song Fusheng held a soy sauce bowl: "......" is too full of them, according to the two children of Peach Blossom and Baozhu, the green onions in the pot are all brought.

When Da Dezi went outside to look for garlic in the car, he happened to meet Yang Mingyuan head-to-head.

There was a conversation between the two in the courtyard.

One asked: What's the matter? Why hasn't Yang Juren rested yet?

One back: I boiled some black sesame paste, thinking that Uncle Song, Aunt Song and Mi Shou would eat some and send it.

Song Fusheng stood up and went outside, and humbly asked Yang Mingyuan to enter the house to eat dumplings, Yang Mingyuan didn't agree, but Song Fusheng didn't ask for sesame paste: "If your stomach is full, go back quickly, I won't eat this." ”

Turning around, Song Fusheng sent Yang Mingyuan away, and when he picked up chopsticks to eat, he smiled and said:

"When I say this sesame paste, I think of Lu Bin.

That array and Lu Pan were in the war zone, we didn't live in the same shed, and there was nothing to eat, and that little sesame paste was a treasure, which was brought by someone's sister.

Lu Pan ordered someone to make me a pot of sesame paste, a basin, I was afraid that I would not have enough to eat, so I was scared, so I got rid of his generals in the middle of the night and gave it to those disabled soldiers. ”

And Song Fusheng didn't know at this time that the sesame paste he refused just now was boiled by Yang Mingyuan himself, and he deliberately didn't use it.