Wanwan stayed on the Zhuangzi until the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In fact, it has been a long time since the hot days, and Wanwan watched the fields outside Zhuangzi gradually turn golden, and she was reluctant to leave all of a sudden. These golden rice fields make people feel festive when they look at them.

Wanwan sat on a haystack on the edge of the ridge, looked at the small pile of wheat that Qinglan had brought over, and stretched out her hand to grab a small handful.

"Fujin." Qinglan put the plate aside, and there was also a small handful of wheat in her hand, so she said to Wanwan, "Farmers, that's how you rub the wheat." ”

After Qinglan finished speaking, she began to demonstrate to Wanwan how to rub the wheat.

Wanwan did the same, and after a while, a small handful of wheat in her hand was kneaded.

"It's a good idea to experience this life once in a while." Wanwan put the kneaded wheat aside, and it just so happened that Hongqing was beside Wanwan, looking at the wheat, and very curiously, she stepped forward and grabbed a little bit.

Hongqing grabbed the wheat that Wanwan had kneaded. He was still young, and he couldn't figure out what the little wheat was for. Immediately, he stuffed a little bit of wheat in his mouth.

Qinglan had been paying attention to Hongqing's movements here, and she was immediately startled, and immediately stepped forward to stop Hongqing.

Hongqing is still young, what if something happens to this thing?

"It's okay." Wanwan pulled Qinglan and said, "He only caught two or three." Even if you can't bite it, you can swallow it. It was not easy for the peasants to cultivate, and he barely ate a little to fill his stomach. ”

Qinglan didn't seem to know how to refute her master for a while. Although it sounds a little reasonable, but when I think of my little brother relying on this to fill my stomach, why do I feel a little pitiful inexplicably?

After Hongqing ate a few grains of wheat, he didn't have much reaction. Maybe I thought that this kind of wheat was not really delicious, so I stopped eating it. I ran to the side of the field and went to play in the mud.

Wanwan also played with mud when she was young.

At that time, sometimes there was no one to play with Wanwan, so she could only hold a small shovel by herself and wreak havoc in the yard by herself. Rub the rounds with mud and get a little stuff into them, just like making dim sum, and rub the rice balls.

Thinking of these childhood events, the corners of Wanwan's mouth raised.

From this point of view, her talent for making dim sum has actually been reflected when she was a child when she played with mud.

"That's right, Fujin." Qinglan stood beside Wanwan, and suddenly as if she remembered something, she asked: "The letter from the prince has been more diligent in the past few days, and the questions between the words are when Fujin will go back." ”

"The weather has been much cooler these days, but I don't need to escape the heat."

Qing Lan's words were actually very tactful.

Yinyu is naturally looking forward to Wanwan's return, and he also writes letters to Wanwan on weekdays. Not only that, Yinyu even wrote a letter to Qinglan in the past few days. Naturally, Qinglan was urging Wanwan to return home quickly.

Yinyu's words were very serious, and he even told Qinglan that if Fujin refused to return to his house again, he would leave Qinglan on the Zhuangzi and follow those peasants to do farm work. In addition, they have to do twice as much farm work as others every day.

Qinglan wasn't terrified of doing farm work. It's just that... If Wanwan returned to the house and he couldn't go back to the house, and he had to do farm work without eating delicious food, Qinglan felt that she would hardly be able to survive.

And... When the time comes, when Yinyu takes time out again, Qinglan doesn't know what kind of Yinyu she has to face.

Qing Lan felt trembling just thinking about that scene, so she didn't want to think about it anymore.

Considering all kinds of circumstances, Qing Lan finally felt that it was a very good idea for her to gently persuade Fu Jin to go back first when he had had enough.

Big deal, just come back when you get bored when you get home. At that time, this is not something that Qinglan can stop. Even if his own prince is resentful in his heart, it is impossible to take him out of anger, right?

After Qinglan finished persuading, she looked at Wanwan with a cautious look.

Wanwan tilted her head and thought about it, then replied, "Actually, I thought it was almost time to go back." The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and I want to go back and make some dim sum. But..."

"Well, I don't think I need to tell the prince for the time being. I'll go back and surprise him. ”

Qing Lan got the words of Wanwan, and a big stone in her heart fell in an instant. While breathing a long sigh of relief, he said, "It's good that Fujin wants to go back." It doesn't matter if you make snacks or nothing when you go back, just don't get tired. ”

Wanwan nodded, feeling that Qinglan was still a person who thought about herself very much.

Although in fact, Qing Lan just thought that it would be good if he, a slave, could pit his own master when he did. When he thought about it, he felt happy.

In the next few days, Yinyu would still write to me every day.

Among the letters Wanwan received, they were naturally all missed by Yinyu. And among the letters that Qinglan received, Yinyu ordered Qinglan to quickly persuade Wanwan to come back.

When Qinglan received the letter, she only felt a lot of pressure, and the letter mentioned that she had worked hard to persuade Fujin. At the same time, I was thinking that Fu Jin had promised to go back, and now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is really coming, why don't you go back?

Holding the brush in her hand, Qinglan's heart was very worried. After thinking about it, I finally wrote a reply to Yinyu after the wording was ready. Anyway, he's still by Fujin's side.

Even if there is something unpleasant about his own prince, he can't slaughter himself immediately, right?

Thinking like this, Qinglan's heart was slightly relieved, and after writing the letter, she handed it over to the people around her and asked her to send it back to the Fourteenth Elder Brother's Mansion.

After the letter was handed over, Qinglan was in a better mood, and after stretching her waist, she went to sleep. Anyway, life is still worth living. Now, he just needs to live his present first.

But Wanwan was there, and when she replied to Yinyu, she returned to her previous perfunctory. After a few casual words, it was considered a reply.

She's going to go back immediately, and now she's going to be perfunctory when she replies to the letter, maybe when someone suddenly appears in front of Yinyu, Yinyu will feel even more surprised. It's not bad to think about it that way.