"These are fresh, not leftovers from others, you see, I eat them too." ”

Gu Mingzhu picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gu Limo sneered coldly, "Look, you have leftovers." ”

Ahem......

Gu Mingzhu choked so much that she almost choked to death!

Uncle Jiu, this, this bar essence!

"Don't eat it!"

Gu Mingzhu picked up the plate in one hand and left.

Gu Limo said lightly, "People can go, and the saucer is left." ”

Gu Mingzhu: "......"

He put the plate back on the table and walked away.

Uncle Nine is simply the best of the bar spirits, the fighter of the bar spirits.

The sun is shining brightly outside.

After three days of heavy rain, it finally cleared up, and the sky was high and blue, as blue as if it had been washed by water, without a trace of white clouds.

Gu Mingzhu looked at such a good weather, it was a pity not to go out, and put the large stack of silver tickets he earned on his body, and quietly went out.

Ride out of the city on a big white horse and rush to the foot of the South Mountain.

Half an hour arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and found the mountain where Fu Ting said he wanted to plant begonias.

The environment is very good, the wildflowers all over the mountains are blooming brilliantly, the vegetation is rich, and a small green and quiet river winds down the foot of the mountain......

Next to the river, soldiers are in full swing building wooden houses to relocate the villagers.

The houses on the Zhuangzi here are not enough to live in, so the villagers have built stoves by the river, are cooking on a fire, the smoke is curling, and the children are playing and playing, and the scene is full of joy.

Although the homeland has been destroyed, life always has to be lived, rather than sad and sad, it is better to live happily, and the people's creativity is endless.

Gu Mingzhu walked over with a smile.

When they saw Gu Mingzhu, they all respected her very much, and it was she who followed the Metropolitan Governor to save the people of their village.

The farmer's expression of respect is to send her things, and their current things are all donated by Fu Ting, Gu Mingzhu walked all the way, and his hands were stuffed with eggs, sweet potatoes, buns, wowotou and a lot of other things.

They were too enthusiastic, Gu Mingzhu couldn't refuse, so he could only hold them in his hands, and in order to respond to their enthusiasm, he also gnawed on his nest.

She is finely raised in the Gu Mansion, she hasn't eaten many of these things, and she took a bite, hey, she felt pretty good.

So while carrying a lot of things in his skirt, he nibbled on the sweet potatoes of the nest.

Fu Ting came over and couldn't help but laugh when he saw her so close to the people and casual.

The seven girls sometimes look very beautiful, and the standards of manners and etiquette are so good that no girl in the whole Jiangcheng can compare, but sometimes, they are very casual and self-conscious, independent and free.

Gu Mingzhu saw Fu Ting coming over, lifted his skirt up, tied a knot at his waist, and then turned it into a net pocket, covering a bunch of things, and then freed his hand, took out the stack of silver tickets from his purse, handed it to him, and said, "This is a little bit of my heart for the villagers." ”

Although the Fu family is a wealthy family, no one's money is blown by the wind, so it must be very expensive for him to take in so many people at once.

She also wants to help them in the best of her ability.

Fu Ting looked at the silver ticket she handed over, not one hundred and two thousand taels, but tens of thousands of taels, and was shocked in his heart, where did the little girl get so much silver!

Could it be that the pocket money that Gu Fu gave to the little girl was calculated according to 10,000 taels?

Gu Mingzhu saw that he didn't answer, and said with a smile, "Brother Fu, don't worry, these are my pocket money." ”

Fu Ting: "......"