Yao carried Xiao Jenny on his back and led Xiao Yukun out of the Dragon Claw Foot Pool, and before he went far, he ran into Feng Dexiao, who came to pick them up.

Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xiao Yukun, who was far away, stretched out his two little arms and pounced on his father.

Feng Dexiao hurriedly squatted down, on the one hand, to meet his son's pounce, and on the other hand, he had to pay attention to the flying sickle in Xiao Yukun's hand.

This little guy was like a newborn calf, and he was not afraid of the stones on the soles of his feet, and the wind rushed into Feng Dexiao's arms, and the sickle in his hand almost cut his father's arm.

Feng Dexiao had just returned from the quarry, because the village landlord Feng Quangui, that is, Feng Yumei's father, wanted to build a theater in front of the archway in the village.

This is also for the whole village to celebrate the New Year's festival and invite an opera troupe to sing on the stage to add a little festive atmosphere to Wollongong Village.

This is a good thing, so the male laborers of the whole village do not need to be mobilized, and take the initiative to go to the quarry to build the cornerstone of the stage.

mentioned this Feng Guiquan earlier, although he also inherited his ancestral business and became the landlord of Wollongong Village.

But this person is not bad, whether it is renting or lending, he can be treated equally and act according to the rules.

Never engage in small buckets and big gains, or rolling profits like high debts.

If the villagers are in difficulty, or if the wedding and funeral cannot be opened for a while, as long as they open their mouths to him, they generally have not refused.

Therefore, as long as the whole village is in a good year, they can pay off the rent and borrow in full.

When Feng Dexiao returned home and saw that there was no one, he knew that the mother and son had gone to the vegetable field to find vegetables.

I took a ladle of water from the water tank next to the persimmon tree in the yard, poured it into a small copper basin on the slate table, and washed my face.

He sat down on a stone bench and poured out the sand from his shoes, and knocked his coarse cloth shoes with his thumb on the stone bars and put them on his feet.

Walking out of the courtyard gate, I looked up at the two tall and straight cypress trees, and a gray sparrow jumped and chirped among the branches.

As soon as I passed the earthen hill outside the village, I saw Yao carrying little Jenny on his back, and his son was barefoot, holding a sickle for cutting leeks in his hand, chasing the flying flowers and butterflies while walking.

After a snort, Xiao Yukun was like a flying bird, and flew into Feng Dexiao's arms with its wings open.

Happily, Feng Dexiao changed his hand, grabbed Xiao Yukun's arm, raised it high above his head, and gently let his son ride on his head.

"Daddy, the fish kissed my brother's face just now!"

Little Jenny, who was crawling on Yao's back, had a red face, like a ripe apple.

She said to Feng Dexiao with a small mouth: "Mother said that it is strange, it is really strange, my son must be a leader when he grows up!" ”

"This kid is only two years old, how can he learn to speak without a word as an adult."

As he spoke, Yao told the old man what had just happened to the old man.

will say, "People say that they see old people at the age of three, and our little Yukun doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, otherwise the golden carp wouldn't have shown itself in the Qing Dynasty." What's more, he jumped out of the water three feet high and kissed our son on the cheek. With this, let's wait for our son's light in the future! ”

"You, think of good things."

Feng Deshou grabbed one of his son's small hands with one hand and looked up at his son's grinning face.

said, "Children from poor families can make a lot of money if they eat bran all year round." You, it's better not to set your heart too high! ”

Speaking of this, Yao's eyes flowed with tears, "Yes, since the birth of Xiaoyukun and Xiao Jenny, I, as a mother, did not let me, and the two children ate a meal of pork, leeks, and white flour dumplings, I am really sorry for the children!" ”

"Mother doesn't cry, mother doesn't cry!"

Little Jenny, who was crawling on Yao's back, stretched out her little hand to wipe the tears on Yao's face, "Mother doesn't cry, my brother and I eat everything delicious!" ”

It is said that the children of the poor are in charge of the house early, and the children of the poor mature early.

Yao listened to his two-year-old daughter, who said something that even a big child couldn't say, and his heart was like a steel knife inserted, which hurt his heart and lungs.

Tears are more like floods that open the floodgates, and you can't stop "wow" if you want to collect them

The ground burst into tears.

Xiao Yukun, who was riding on Feng Dexiao's neck, twisted the child to get off his father's shoulder.

Feng Dexiao understood what his son was going to do, so he put Xiao Yukun off his neck.

As soon as the two little feet landed, Xiao Yukun's entire body pounced on Yao's body.

"Mother, I like to eat the soba dumplings made by my mother. Mother doesn't cry! ”

"Mother doesn't cry, what a good child!"

Yao stroked Xiao Yukun's tender little face, and burst into a smile, "Mother has such a good child as you two, it's too late to be happy!" Let's go, my mother will make soba dumplings for you! ”

Feng Dexiao took Xiao Yukun's hand, followed Yao to the gate of his yard to take a look, and saw Feng Yumei holding a slingshot in one hand, a salted duck egg in the other, and a big white bun in her mouth.

The landlord's son and Xiao Yukun were playmates born on the same day, the same month, but not the same hour.

He led several sons and brothers from wealthier families in the village, and often played with Xiao Yukun and led the children of poor families.

And ten times out of ten, he was beaten by Xiao Yukun, a group of poor boys, and fled into the wilderness, and he couldn't form an army.