"When the time comes, I'm going to eat too, you can't hate me." Poplar sapling laughed.

The relationship between the two can already be regarded as best friends, Jiang Lanqing spoke a lot more casually, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you won't come." ”

When Jiang Lanqing went back, the poplar sapling ran to the vegetable garden to find her father, and asked her father to help Jiang Lanqing repair the house, and she also went to other people's houses to find wheat stalks.

Jiang Lanqing took advantage of the poplar saplings to find wheat stalks, and after lunch, she went to the mountains to see if there were any stupid rabbits in the trap she arranged, and today it was worse than yesterday, only two.

Just take it to change a tile gang, used to hold water, there are two buckets at home, and the water used to repair the house is more, and one pick of water is not enough.

When Jiang Lanqing went to exchange pork yesterday, he knew a useful information, and he could exchange things of equal value for things, depending on whether people had them or whether they were willing to change them.

I have to inquire to see who has extra tiles.

Twisting the two rabbits back home, Yang Shumiao was talking to her son, and when she came back, Yang Shumiao looked at her with a smile: "Sanhui's sister-in-law has extra wheat stalks at home, she let us go directly to her field to carry it." ”

"Then I'll go to the village with you, and I'll have to go and say hello to people in person." Jiang Lanqing twisted the hare that was about to be screwed into the house again, and asked her son to be obediently at home, and she came back to make something to eat.

Jiang Jingxuan nodded like a little adult, and replied in his immature voice: "Okay, my mother will come back early." ”

Since her son woke up crying and sleeping in her arms, she has smiled more, but she still has the same few words.

She leaned down and kissed her son on the face, and the little guy blushed inexplicably.

Yang Shumiao saw the two rabbits in Jiang Lanqing's hand: "What are you doing with this?" ”

"You can't use other people's wheat straw for nothing." Jiang Lan replied of course.

How many sheaves of wheat stalks can you give two rabbits as a thank you gift? Yang Shumiao really wanted to scold Jiang Lanqing for being a loser, so she snatched the rabbit in her hand in the past: "The neighbors, you don't need these, if you take it to others, people are embarrassed to accept it." ”

As she spoke, she screwed the rabbit onto the table in the shack, half-jokingly saying that it was better to keep her to eat.

Jiang Lanqing smiled bitterly, since she and her brother were adopted by the priest, the people around her are all unprofitable people who can't afford to be early, and they are used to that way of life.

The two talked and laughed all the way, and soon entered the village, and when they arrived at Li Chunyang's house, the poplar sapling shouted outside the fence: "Sanhui sister-in-law, are you at home?" ”

The voice fell, and a sharp female voice came from the room: "Here you are." Then a woman dressed in a blue background with a white flower slanted collar, a green apron around her waist, a black pant skirt, black embroidered shoes, and neatly dressed came out of the house.

Seeing Jiang Lanqing with a light smile next to the poplar sapling, surprise flashed in her bright black eyes, and she greeted them into the courtyard with a smile, and said, "What are you doing outside?" When you come, you just go straight into the house. ”

It turned out to be her! Jiang Lanqing smiled and nodded in response, the person he met that day.

Yang Sapling smiled sheepishly and said, "If you go directly into the house and bump into a good thing between you and Brother Chunyang, it will be so embarrassing." ”

Jiang Lanqing was shocked by the bold words of Yang Shumiao, an unmarried girl.

Doesn't it mean that the ancients were pedantic, old-fashioned, and conservative? How can she be more open than a 21st century person, is she too outdated? Not even as good as an ancient?

"You stinky girl, you can talk nonsense." Luo Sanhui scolded with a smile, and then looked at Jiang Lanqing: "Although you use wheat straw, it's not a rare thing." ”