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The scorching sun at noon was scorching the earth, it was very hot, Mo Xiaomi's face was sweaty, fortunately he brought a towel to pad under the flat shoulder, and by the way, he could wipe the sweat.

Mo Xiaomi walked on the country road, although it was very hot, but she was very happy.

Passing by the small western-style building at the entrance of the village, Mo Xiaomi suddenly felt a little lost.

Gu Yanze is the son upstairs, she is just a dirt girl on the ground, how can she have an intersection with a kaolin flower like Gu Yanze?

Now the family is very busy, and when the farming is over, she will find a way.

However, she Mo Xiaomi is a little strong and can't get involved now, but she can "flirt" first, and whistle at Gu Yanze's window.

Hehe, the beautiful boy who was reading a book turned his head to look at the black girl downstairs, and then fell on the book.

Mo Xiaomi, who entertained herself, actually felt that the prospects were good, at least she was not indifferent to her whistle!

Not bad, keep up the good work!

In his previous life, Mo Xiaomi often brought food to his grandfather, knew the way to the field, and when he walked to the edge of the field, he saw his mother, grandfather and other uncles and aunts eating in the shade of the tree.

"Grandpa, Mom, I've brought you food." Before Mo Xiaomi arrived, she began to shout loudly to her mother.

Mo Xiangshan, who was about to eat, Mo Huihui saw Mo Xiaomi picking something and swaying over.

Mo Xiangshan hurriedly got up and went to greet Mo Xiaomi.

"You kid, it's so hot, why don't you stay at home?" Mo Xiangshan reprimanded, although it was a reprimanding tone, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

His granddaughter was a filial and diligent child.

Mo Huihui also got up and helped her daughter carry the basket, and Mo Xiangshan carried the soup can behind.

Mo Dayong, Aunt Mo Sanjie saw Mo Xiaomi and praised: "Oh, Xiaomi is really diligent." ”

When she arrived in the shade of the tree, Mo Huihui opened the clay pot, which was filled with hot tomato and egg drop soup, and in the basket was a box of vermicelli leeks, which was hot.

"Hey, it smells so good." Mo Dayong praised, smelling the fragrance, his stomach was even more hungry, but when he saw the dried steamed buns in his hand, he didn't know the taste.

Mo Huihui took out a bowl, poured a bowl for Mo Dayong, and said with a smile: "Dayong, third aunt, your mother and son use one bowl, me and millet use one, and my father uses one bowl, which is just enough, everyone drinks together." ”

Originally, Mo Xiangshan wanted to do it himself, but Mo Dayong came to find him and said that the two families were working together. Thinking that Mo Dayong had helped him a lot before, he agreed.

"Hehe, then you're welcome." Mo Dayong smiled, "Mother, you drink first!" ”

Aunt Mo was very relieved to see her son's filial piety, took a sip, handed it to her son, and said, "You drink it." ”

Mo Xiangshan drank egg soup and ate hot leek boxes, not to mention how beautiful it was.

Aunt Mo San, Mo Dayong also got a leek box, Mo Xiaomi ate half a bowl of soup, ate a leek box, and gave the rest to grandpa and mother to eat.

"Oh, there's soup to drink, it's more comfortable than drinking water." Mo Xiangshan said with a smile, "Xiaomi has worked hard. ”

"It's not hard, grandparents are very tired from work, and only when they eat well can they have the strength to work." Mo Xiaomi smiled, more well-behaved.

After eating and drinking, Mo Xiaomi packed up her things and took them home.

"You can leave it here, and we'll bring it back in the evening." Mo Huihui didn't want her daughter to be tired, so she walked home briskly.

"It's okay mom, when I go home, I want to cook sour plums and put them in the cellar, and I'll bring them to you later." Mo Xiaoxiao said, "It's okay, I'm so old that I can hold it." ”

"Mmmm, yes, let Xiaomi take it back." Mo Xiangshan said, thinking of the cold sour plum soup, not to mention how beautiful it is.

After eating, resting on the side of the road for a while, they will go to work in the fields.

Mo Mi went home with a basket, a clay pot on her back, and a big straw hat.

When she returned home, Mo Xiaomi's fever was miserable, so she quickly took a shower, ran back to the house to blow the fan, and suddenly felt comfortable.

The sour plum soup was made with quick hands and feet, put it in a jar, hung under the cellar, and after two or three hours, it was taken out, it was cold, thirst-quenching, cool and delicious.