Miss Song?

Song Chengli held the paper, his mind a little messy.

"This note ......" Song Chengli opened his mouth, wanting to ask clearly, but when he looked up, there was only one back left.

Song Chengli sighed, this Miss Song family refers to the daughter of their old Song family, right?

But their old Song family now has three female babies, which one is this?

It's not right to give either.

Song Chengli clenched the note and returned to the upper room.

"Mother...... This ......" Song Chengli handed the note to Zhou and explained the situation.

Miss Song?

Zhou was also stunned by this title.

His face fluttered, and he fell, and he opened the note without thinking about it, "Third child, look at what is written on this?" ”

She doesn't know much words, but Song Chengli knows more words than her.

"If there is no interruption, you will be disturbed!" Song Chengli read it word by word.

"What do you mean?" Zhou was a little confused, which was different from what she thought.

She thought that a half-grown teenager had fallen in love with the girl of the Song family......

Song Chengli's brain couldn't turn around, his thoughts were the same as Zhou's, and the result was ......

When the interruption continues, it will be disturbed!

It is like a word of counsel.

"Mother, do you want to ask the three of them?" Song Chengli suggested.

"Go! Go and call them all over......" Zhou waved his hand, urging Song Chengli to hurry up.

After a while, Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo, and Song Qingrong were called to the upper room.

"Milk, what's the matter?" Song Qingyuan asked.

Zhou handed over the note, "See for yourself!" ”

Among the female babies of the Song family, only Song Qingyuan's temperament is the most like a young lady from a big family.

Moreover, Song Qingyuan reads the most.

"If there is no interruption, you will be disturbed!" Song Qingyuan's soft voice read out, "Milk, what do you mean?" ”

Song Qingyuan's mind was a little confused.

The old lady called them over just to show them this?

Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo were also in a state of bewilderment.

They still have a job, where is the old lady playing?

Zhou looked at the expressions of the three granddaughters and understood, and these three people probably didn't know.

What's going on? Zhou couldn't figure it out.

So, I told the story again.

"Is it for Sister Lian'er?" Song Qingmo's neck shrunk, speculating wildly.

Zhou slashed, "Shut up, the married girl is the ...... you can arrange"

If these words were spread, it would not affect Song Qinglian's reputation.

Song Qingmo stuck out her tongue, they were all family members, and she didn't say anything outside.

"Milk, could it be for the wrong person?" Song Qingyuan said, "In our rural farmhouse, few people call Miss Miss, they are all girls and girls call ......."

"That's right......" Zhou nodded, "It's possible......"

"No matter who passed it on, don't always run out lately, just stay in our village......," Zhou explained, "Go to the town and find an adult to follow, don't go by yourself." ”

Song Qingyuan has been at home recently, and she is not worried.

Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo have been going to the town to sell jujube cakes every day these days, and it is difficult to guarantee that this note is not aimed at them.

"Got it,!" They should be down at the same time.

............

After autumn, winter wheat sowing will also begin, and Old Man Song specially rushed back from the county.

The first time I planted wheat, no one in the family had a bottom in my heart.

As for Song Qingyuan, she also had some drumming in her heart, judging from the temperature, it was in line with the conditions for planting, but the times were different, and she didn't dare to guarantee the ticket.

The most important thing is that the wheat here is not as good as it is in modern times.

Whether it can survive the winter safely is really two words.

Winter wheat seeds have already been soaked.

The old man Song carried a hoe and went down to the ground in person, followed by his three sons, as well as a large family of the Song family, as well as Liu Laogen, a long-term worker, and two cows.

Winter wheat is related to the future of the Song family, and it is impossible for the old man Song not to pay attention to it.

"Old man, where is this going?" The people in the village were a little surprised when they saw this big family and this formation.

They remembered that the Song family's wasteland had already been opened, so how could it be ...... at this time

"Go and see ...... in the field," Old Man Song said vaguely.

Under the suspicious gaze of the villagers, he walked to his family's field.

The plough stick was on the cow stand, the old man Song pulled the cow in front, and Song Chengyi supported it in the back.

The other cow was led by Song Chengzhong, and Da Lang supported the plough stick.

Liu Laogen and Song Chengli turned the hoe to turn over the ground, and the rest of the people followed behind to sow seeds.

Saburo held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, recording the depth of each piece of land and the amount of sowing in each piece, all of which were written down in detail.

............

The figure of working in the field has attracted the attention of one villager after another.

After a while, Song Lizheng rushed to hear the news.

"Zude, what are you doing here?" Song Li was shouting into the ground.

"Second brother, it's here!" Old Man Song replied, handed over the ox rope to Song Chengyi, and walked along the ditch to the ground.

"Second brother, why are you here?" Old Man Song asked.

"Didn't I hear from the people in the village that your family wants to farm, so I'll come over and take a look......" Song Lizheng said, his eyes aimed at the ground, "Your family is really farming?" ”

Song Lizheng couldn't help but be surprised, what kind of trouble is going to be made in this autumn harvest and planting?

"Second brother, I won't hide it from you, my family is indeed farming!" Old Man Song said that anyone who farms the land and has long eyes can see it, and no one can hide it.

So he said, "Yuan'er got a batch of winter wheat from the south, I'll try it and see if I can grow it." ”

"Winter wheat?" Song Lizheng's surprise was even deeper, "How can we grow winter wheat, then winter wheat can only be planted in the south, aren't you making trouble!" ”

Song Li was frowning and looked at Old Man Song disapprovingly.

Old Man Song smiled faintly, "Lord County Order, I gave our family a copy of the agricultural classics, when I was fine, I studied it and felt that winter wheat was feasible for us." ”

"If it is really planted, it will also do a good thing for the people of Yulin County."

"If you can't plant it, it will only take some effort......" Old Man Song looked calm, and his attention to winter wheat was not obvious.

This rhetoric was discussed between him and Song Qingyuan, and it was a rhetoric to the outside world.

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

In case God favors it, it was really planted by their old Song family.

That's a big job.

You have to get ready now.

Song Lizheng didn't dare to agree with Old Man Song's approach, this is not something that takes some effort.

Let's not talk about the value of winter wheat seeds.

Let's just say this land.

Isn't this Hohodi!

But looking at the appearance of Old Man Song, Song Lizheng's words of advice were stuck in his mouth and couldn't be said.

The life of the Song family is good, Zude, and people are also a little floating.

Ay! Song Lizheng sighed, shook his head and left.

After a few days of hard work, the Song family's land was planted, and there were still about 100 catties of wheat seeds left.

Old Man Song bought another batch of fertilizer and took people to Xiaxi Village, plus Liu You's family, and the big guy was fertilizing and farming.

Winter wheat has finally been planted.

Li looked at the field, full of energy, this land is hers, and her name is written on it.

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