Hearing someone ask about this, Xiao Fumei became happy, she forgot about the thrilling scene just now, and replied triumphantly, "What's the long time, today Sister Tianniu made a kind of porridge that you have never drunk." ”

Xiao Fumei's words immediately aroused the interest of everyone present, and even the body of Yao Runzhi, who was holding Yao Tiantian's uncle comfortingly, moved slightly, as if he was leaning over to pay attention to Xiao Fumei's direction.

Everyone's topic shifted, she was still nestled in her uncle's arms, enjoying his safe protection, Yao Tiantian suddenly got up a little embarrassed, she wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, slowly raised her body, and said embarrassedly, "I know, I'm fine, it's a sweet girl who is worried." ”

After speaking, Yao Tiantian grimaced at Sister Fu and said apologetically, "Sister Fu, it's all Sister Sweet Girl, it's all Sister Sweet Girl, which makes you frightened"

Xiao Fumei shook her head, turned around and ran over, happily holding Yao Tiantian's hand. The tears on her little face were still there, but she was replaced by a bright smile, as if it was not her who was sobbing just now, she shook Yao Tiantian's hand, and said proudly and eagerly, "Sister Tianniu, you can tell everyone quickly, the porridge you made with soba noodles." ”

Xiaofumei was scared and crying just now, but now she doesn't care at all, she has no trust and affection for her Yao Tiantian, which makes Yao Tiantian still want to say a few more words about Fang Cai's thoughts, and then she retracted the words on her lips, and then said generously, "There is no rice at home, I tried to make some porridge with buckwheat noodles, I want to taste how it tastes." ”

"Soba noodles for porridge?" Yao Runzhi was thoughtful, and a smile of epiphany gradually appeared on his face, "Since the porridge has been prepared, let's come together." ”

After a pause, Yao Runzhi glanced at Yao Tiantian and said meaningfully, "Tianniu has done a lot, everyone has a share, and there are some leftovers, right?" ”

After speaking, Yao Runzhi didn't wait for Yao Tiantian's answer, and took the lead in walking towards the dining room of the main house.

Buckwheat porridge is naturally not difficult to drink, Yao Tiantian knows this, she has drunk it in modern civilized society, this time she made her own buckwheat porridge, made a little change, put fresh green wild vegetables, what will the taste become, Yao Tiantian still has some small expectations in her heart.

Picking up the porridge bowl in front of her, Yao Tiantian took a small sip gently, closed her eyes and savored it, her heart was relieved, and she couldn't help laughing. She really did it right, and the buckwheat porridge with green wild vegetables was more refreshing in taste and more delicious than the simple buckwheat porridge.

After tasting it herself, Yao Tiantian was relieved, and before she could look up to observe the other people's expressions, Xiao Fumei's cheerful voice sounded, "It's delicious, it's really delicious, it's better than rice porridge." ”

"Well, well, it's not bad, it's worth waiting so long. I didn't expect that Tianniu is not only smart, but also a master of practice! Da Zhuang 'snorted', took another big sip, and praised vaguely.

"In this case, take the sheng to the mountain, and everyone who is tired and hungry from working in the mountain will have a few sips." Yao Runzhi tasted the buckwheat porridge in his mouth, and said such a sentence slowly.

Take it to the mountains? Uncle's brain is really fast, he really doesn't miss any opportunity to sell buckwheat to the villagers, and his uncle is not in business, what a waste of his good brain.

It's just that she cooks buckwheat and wild vegetable porridge according to the amount of these people, how can the extra porridge be brought to the mountains? Could it be that she still has to cook another pot? Thinking of the fire in the stove and the burning firewood, Yao Tiantian's body trembled unconsciously.

Yao Tiantian understood Yao Runzhi's thoughts, and was so entangled that she went to make a fire to cook porridge again. Fusheng also understood, and took practical action, he stood up, "What Mr. said is that we have all had breakfast at home, and although this porridge is delicious, we don't need to drink it now, and it is just right to take it to the mountain." ”

As soon as Fusheng's words fell, the fifth grandmother's big voice sounded outside the door, "What else do you want to bring?" I've cleaned a big crockpot and I'm going to bring some boiling water uphill? ”

"That's right, the big crockpot prepared by the fifth grandmother is just right." The dog baby also put down her bowl and walked over to the fifth grandmother, and by the way took the big crockpot that the fifth grandmother was carrying.

The matter was settled in just a few words, and most of the large pot of wild vegetables and buckwheat porridge cooked by Yao Tiantian was put into a large clay pot, and the group walked out of the gate of the village school.

Although Yao Tiantian didn't get up late today, it took her more time to cook porridge, and when they went out, she found that Zaohua, her father, her uncle and aunt, and cousin Huaihua were already waiting outside the door. And Aunt Yang also followed behind everyone with a shovel, but Uncle Yang Qiu was busy.

Having gathered a large family of jujube flowers, the group led by Yao Runzhi finally looked like a little bit, no longer the old and the young, and lacked the backbone. When they walked near the old ancestral hall, Xiao Fang'er's father and uncle also joined everyone, and when they walked out of the village, the line of people was getting longer and longer, and many people silently came up, and everyone invariably carried shovels, hoes, sickles, and so on their shoulders.

Yao Runzhi's preferred wasteland is not far from the pond where buckwheat seeds were found, although there were only more than a dozen villagers who followed him up the mountain on the first day, but he still carefully demarcated the boundaries of the wasteland for everyone, and engraved the name of the head of the household on the wooden sign on the border.

In the end, when it was the turn of Da Zhuang and the dog baby, Da Zhuang stroked the back of his head, thought carefully for a while, and still said, "Sir, let's write my father's name Yang Yingshan, he, he, I don't want to forget him." ”

When the fifth grandmother heard her grandson say this, her face full of wind and frost bloomed with a smile of satisfaction and pride, and before she could speak, her nose suddenly became astringent, she quickly turned around, lifted her shirt and wiped the tears of joy that welled up from the corners of her eyes.

Yao Runzhi nodded with satisfaction, agreeing, "Mr. has fulfilled your filial piety, and the wasteland you opened up will be named after your father, so that your descendants will always remember him." ”

After Yao Runzhi finished speaking, he carved the name of Da Zhuang Dad on the big wooden plaque.

The big guys who went up the mountain to open up the wasteland were all assigned to their own wasteland, and inserted wooden plaques engraved with their names on the side stalks of their own land. When everyone started to work on their own land, Yao Runzhi asked the dog baby who had been following him before, "How is it?" Have you thought about it? ”

"I, I" The dog baby stopped the movement of his hand, opened his mouth and said "I" a few times but did not continue, but hung his head blankly, and the warm spring sun reflected the crystal in the corner of his eyes.

Just when the dog baby was suddenly sad, a low voice came from behind a big rock in the distance, "Sir, Mr. Yao, you, you can write Yang Pengfei to him." ”

"Daddy?" The dog raised her head suddenly, followed the voice and looked over, and asked one after another, "Dad, is it you?" You're here to open up the wasteland too? She, she agreed to you coming? ”

"No, no, I'm not here to open up the wasteland, you're busy, you're busy." A figure dodged from behind the big rock, and he turned around and ran down the hill.

"Dad, you wait, you wait for me, I'm ......" said the dog baby with a crying voice, and raised his legs to chase after his father.

"Son, come back, don't be embarrassed for your father." The fifth grandmother shook her head pitifully and said loudly behind the dog's back.

The fifth grandmother said, and made a hug action at Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang took back such an obvious hint from his grandmother, he walked a few steps to catch up with the dog baby, hugged him from behind, and persuaded him, "Dog baby, go back, just put your share next to mine, let's do it together." ”

The dog baby didn't have the strength to be strong, he struggled a few times and didn't break away, he gave up struggling dejectedly, covered his face and squatted down slowly, and after a long time he stood up and asked Yao Runzhi, "Sir, please allocate wasteland for me Yang Pengfei." ”

The compassion on Yao Runzhi's face gradually fell, he didn't say anything more, but seriously engraved the three words 'Yang Pengfei' on the wooden stake belonging to the dog baby, and solemnly inserted it on the wasteland assigned to the dog baby.

Perhaps it is Yao Runzhi who carved a sign on the land of each family, everyone's enthusiasm for opening up the wasteland is particularly sufficient, less than an hour of effort, every family's land has opened a piece of land in a decent way, planed off the miscellaneous reed roots and weeds, picked up the gravel rubble, and a piece of land with a dark black luster appeared in front of everyone, such a fertile land is something that everyone did not expect before, this unexpected joy made the joyful smiles on the faces of the villagers who were full of sweat and labor more brilliant.

As the sun gradually rose, everyone opened more and more wasteland, and some Yangjiatun villagers were also surrounded by probes under the mountain.

Yao Runzhi straightened up, pretending to glance at the villagers in the distance, and he instructed the big Zhuang and dog babies not far away, "Beckon everyone to come and drink porridge." ”

"Hey" Da Zhuang heard the greeting, put down the hoe, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and shouted in a loud voice, "Let's take a break, take a break and then do it, in the crockpot is the gruel prepared by Mr. Yao for the big guy, it is boiled with buckwheat noodles, everyone come and take a sip and take a breath." ”

Hearing Da Zhuang's greeting, Xiaofumei jumped up and ran to Yao Tiantian's side, and said excitedly, "Sister Tianniu, let's share porridge with everyone." ”

"Okay" Yao Tiantian stood up straight, let out a long breath, she beat her sore back with her hand, "Let's cook the porridge together, now share it with everyone to drink." ”