The second room is extremely warm.

"Dad, mother, the eldest uncle and the eldest aunt have a fight, and the fight is fierce."

Fang Jingtai ran to listen to the corner of the big house, and came back with that little face, that brilliant.

"Then we'll have to check it out."

When Fang Mingcheng heard this, he got up and was about to go to the big room to stop him, but he was stopped by the Yun family.

"Don't mess with the big house, every time you go, it doesn't end up well. will only complain, why bother to dislike people. ”

"But after all, it's the eldest brother and sister-in-law, in case you can beat it and hurt ......."

Daddy Fang Mingcheng is really kind-hearted, just now their big house was treating them so viciously, and Dad still wanted to dissuade them.

Let her say, absolutely not.

Did you let someone hit the left cheek and send the right cheek to hit it?

What's more, it's thankless, and in the end Dad can only complain.

Fang Dongqiao didn't want his father's kindness to be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Dad, Brother Yuanbao wishes Qiao'er died. Dad, don't go to see Brother Yuanbao, he's not good, he's bad. ”

Fang Dongqiao pulled Fang Mingcheng and didn't let go, her eyes were full of water, and the corners of her mouth were high.

Fang Mingcheng looked at Fang Dongqiao's aggrieved appearance, and immediately thought of Fang Yuanbao's vicious words at the dinner table.

He knew in his heart that it was not what a child would say.

It must be that I listen to it too much every day, and it comes out by the way, but where can I hear it, do you still need to talk about this?

Thinking of his daughter who was almost gone, Fang Mingcheng hardened his heart and simply didn't care about the bad things in the big house.

"Okay, good, good, Dad listens to Qiao'er, Dad doesn't go to see ingots."

Fang Mingcheng hugged Fang Dongqiao and sat on the kang.

Fang Jingshu, Fang Jingpeng, and Fang Jingtai were reading on the side.

Yun and Fang Xia Yao were holding needles and threads and embroidering needles and threads.

Fang Dongqiao was doing nothing beside him, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something.

At this time, the big house was beating each other, Fang Dashan and Mrs. Chen were depressed at home, and the third room had a pimple, and it was estimated that they were whispering in the room.

If you don't take good things to enjoy at this time, how can you be worthy of her good luck today?

"Dad, there is braised pork on the table of grandparents today, and Qiao'er really wants to eat braised pork."

This dinner, which was angry with the big room, didn't eat much, and now everyone's stomach is naturally not full.

Fang Mingcheng listened to Fang Dongqiao's words and touched Fang Dongqiao's head with some sadness.

"Qiao'er wants to eat meat, Dad will go to Butcher Zhang tomorrow to cut some meat, okay?"

Because of their father's partiality, their children can't eat any meat all year round.

Thinking about it, Fang Mingcheng felt more and more guilty in his heart.

"No, Dad, Jo'er caught a stupid rabbit when she went up the mountain today. Joel has meat to eat, and Daddy doesn't have to buy it. ”

Fang Dongqiao's reminder, Fang Xiayao and Fang Jingtai immediately remembered the rabbit that hit the stump.

"What rabbit?" Fang Mingcheng and the Yun clan were still a little confused.

Fang Xiayao put down the needle and thread, and ran to the back room to bring the basket of wild vegetables.

She swept the wild vegetables and mushrooms on top, and a snow-white rabbit lay underneath.

Of course, it is no longer a stunted rabbit, it is a rabbit that has been knocked by Fang Xiayao.

Otherwise, the rabbit wakes up and runs away, but this good luck will be wasted.

The second sister is worthy of being smart, and Fang Dongqiao smiled sweetly.

"Dad, mother, Qiao'er went up the mountain with me to pick wild vegetables today, but Qiao'er chased a rabbit away. Later, when I found Qiao'er with Xiaotai, Qiao'er said that she had dug up a radish plant, and you see, this is—"

When Yun saw it, he immediately exclaimed.

"Centennial ginseng."

Then Yun covered his mouth and hurriedly hid this century-old ginseng tightly, for fear of being seen by others.

"you, are you sure this is?"

No wonder Fang Mingcheng thinks so, I don't know how many years of wild vegetables, mushrooms and wild fruits have been picked on this mountain.

There was also hunting in the village, but no one had ever dug up any ginseng and returned.

Not to mention a hundred years, not even twenty or thirty years.