Grandma's voice was very soft, and she seemed to answer casually, and the process of planting sunflowers was light.

"It's the sunflower you planted last year, the seed you left."

Xu Qingzhi was stunned, and when he went to see it, there were dozens of sunflowers growing in the green vegetable field.

But I don't know if it's not good to keep the seeds, the sunflower grows very small.

In this way, it is not neat, scattered in the vegetable patch, some two or three plants next to each other, and some stand alone.

It's messy, but because there are dozens of them, it looks good overall.

The melon seeds planted this time, grandma fried them, and they were original.

At that time, Xu Qingzhi didn't like the same thing as original melon seeds and spiced melon seeds, and only liked to eat those that had flavors, such as melon seeds, walnut flavors, and so on.

In the end, I don't know whose stomach most of the melon seeds fell in.

Many years later, Xu Qingzhi fell in love with the original melon seeds for no reason.

feels that compared to the taste of those civet fox whistles, the original melon seeds are more deeply in her heart.

She began to think about the taste of Grandma's fried original melon seeds.

Now I plan to plant a sunflower, and it is for this reason that I am even more.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, she poured some diluted spiritual spring water into the ground.

Xu Qingzhi came back from the back mountain, and her father also happened to have just returned from the field, wearing galos, and it was inevitable that there would be mud spots on his trouser legs.

"By the way, I know lightly, I see that our loquat has set fruit, and we have to build a factory in the back mountain."

Xu Qingzhi has had this idea for a long time.

Every time, I transport the vegetables to my home to pack and express them, and when the quantity is small, it is fine, but once it is more, I am still tired.

It is imperative to build a factory in the back mountain.

Xu Qingzhi nodded and agreed, "Dad, you have to get one, and you can be a warehouse."

There is only a tool room in the back mountain, and the kind that can settle down is still small.

You don't need any design for it. Rectangular and square ones are fine, and there should be windows for ventilation, and several rooms can be separated separately.

didn't even need to draw a picture, Xu Qingzhi told her father about the demand.

Xu Fuqiang went to call the brick factory.

In the past ten years, more and more people have built their own houses in the countryside, and the place where the bricks are burned is still there, and the business is good.

But it's not in Taoshui Village, it's another village.

Xu Qingzhi studied farther away from home in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school, and she used to pass by the brick factory on her bicycle for a year.

It's okay at five or six o'clock in the morning, but if you pass by there after school in the afternoon, the smell in the space is rushing, and taking a breath is like choking on a cigarette and cutting your throat and lungs.

At that time, there was always a kind of news popular on the Internet, saying that some people were abducted and sold to brick factories, worked in black jobs, did not pay money, and were locked up for people to burn bricks, without freedom.

For this reason, Xu Qingzhi always has to take a closer look every time he passes by that brick factory.

Let's see if there's anyone there.

When I was young, my associative ability was really first-class, and it was clearly a matter of no reason.

After the bricks were done, Xu Fuqiang went to contact Hesha Cement again, which was found in other towns a little farther away.

You don't need to call a team to build a house, you can find a few veterans in the village who can build houses, and you can do it.

Xu Qingzhi didn't care about this matter and handed it over to her father.

She lies on the chaise longue and looks at the green sprouts on the persimmon tree, and the crow is standing on the branch pecking at the feathers to comb her image.

She took a deep breath, the air was fresh, and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.

The phone in his pocket rang.

She took it out and saw the note of the incoming call - potatoes.

"Boss, we've arrived at the entrance of Taoshui Village, where will the car go next?"

Xu Qingzhi: "You add me on WeChat, I'll share the location with you, you can drive over."

Mu Mingqian: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingzhi opened WeChat, and her mother walked out of the house.

"Who's coming?"

Xu Qingzhi raised his head and smiled, "The one who is working is here."