Chapter 12: It's miserable, it seems like I've overslept

And Wang Nazhen has already risen under the influence of the loudspeaker.

"Tsk, what are you doing this morning ghost crying wolf, it's really, annoying."

Wang Nazhen got up and didn't have a place to vent her anger, when she heard someone knocking on the door, and reluctantly went to open the door: "It's early in the morning, who." ”

He Lian looked at Wang Nazhen with an embarrassed expression: "Comrade is going down to gather, don't be late." ”

Glancing inside, it seemed that there were still people who hadn't gotten up, so he said: "I'll go down first, you just came yesterday, you can be a little late, but not too late, otherwise it will affect spring ploughing,"

"Comrade, call them, I'll go first."

Liu Cong came over last night and told him to call the new educated youth this morning, afraid that they would be late for the first time, so he just made a trip.

Now the people also called, so they hurried down to assemble and get ready to work.

Wang Nazhen sent people away, looked at the two people who were still sleeping in the house, and sneered, they couldn't afford to worry about themselves.

It's good if there is no centimeter, let Mu Shiyu starve to death, save her from seducing men.

Holding back the bad tricks in his heart, he didn't even pay attention to how Mu Shiyu slept last night and how the futon came from.

"Heh," Wang Nazhen sneered, and quickly packed up her hands and feet and prepared to go out.

When I turned my head, I found that Liu Sanhua had already gotten up.

Unexpectedly raised his eyebrows, humming a small tune happily and going down to the assembly according to yesterday's road.

And Liu Sanhua and Wang Nazhen got up tacitly and silently cleaned up themselves, didn't call Mu Shiyu, closed the door and left.

Mu Shiyu slept more soundly after all the noise was gone.

When I woke up again, it was already past eleven o'clock in the morning.

The sun's rays shone into the house, and Mu Shiyu couldn't open his eyes.

When you get enough sleep, your mood is naturally happy.

Lazily rubbed the quilt and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the black wood on the roof, I didn't come back to my mind yet, and I was stunned for a few seconds.

The next second, he got up from the bed and rubbed his eyes in hindsight: "I seem to have forgotten something." ”

I replayed yesterday's records in my brain, and suddenly remembered what Liu Cong said yesterday that I should get up earlier today and plough in the spring......

I hurriedly packed up the bed and quickly got out of bed to wash.

In the past, when I was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the beds were all cleaned up by the maids, but now they are replaced by Mu Shiyu herself...... It was a beautiful picture.

After cleaning up the bed, it was still a mess, and I didn't know if I thought the little pig had been arching on it all night.

Then he casually tied his hair.

hurriedly went down the mountain along the road where she came yesterday, originally wanting to go to the captain's house to plead guilty, but the damn scenery on the road hooked her down to her footsteps.

I couldn't see anything clearly when it was dark yesterday, but I felt that I had climbed a long way up, and today I found out that Shanghua Village was so beautiful.

This is a village that spreads from the bottom up, and the whole village is like a big fan, and there are many pear trees around the village, as if people have deliberately planted them, and they surround the village.

Shengsheng portrayed this ordinary countryside as a fairyland.

The village is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and it is a green patch in spring.

At this time, it is the season of pear blossoms, and from a distance, the shape of a white fan is outlined in a circle of green, and the natural carving of the scenery is beautiful.

The pure white flowers swayed on the branches with the wind, and when the wind blew, the petals that you thought would fall with the wind did not come, but fell with the wind, and it stood firmly on the branches.

On the old pear trees, you can still see a few children picking flowers on them, and when the wind blows, they let out a crisp laugh like a bell.