An Ning looked proud, and the angry An Guoming's teeth itched.

But I can't beat it, and I don't dare to fight.

It doesn't seem like a word to say.

An Guoming only felt that his status was declining day by day.

After breakfast, everyone went to work.

An Guoming, under the supervision of An Ning, began his long day.

As for An Ning, holding a small wicker, he followed leisurely behind, carrying language and political books in his mouth.

Whenever An Guoming was slow or lazy, An Ning could wave the little wicker accurately.

With a snap, the wicker accurately pulled on the object next to An Guoming, leaving a finger-thick trace.

"You're murdering your brother!"

An Ning in the back stepped forward disapprovingly, pointed to the traces on the wall and said, "Second brother, how can you not believe me?" ”

"I definitely mean where to fight, you can do it boldly."

An Guoming felt that he was not at ease at all.

"Second brother, that pig just contributed freshly baked fertilizer to you."

An Guoming was wearing a pair of boots and holding a large flat shovel, laboriously finishing a pigsty.

But if he was in peace, he turned around and saw that a pig with innocent eyes was staring at him.

A pile of freshly hot poop, just below the pig's butt.

At this moment, An Guoming has only one thought, if he is drinking and driving, he is the pig.

An Guoming's appointment to shovel manure was finally cleaned up.

When An Guoming came out, An Ning stood more than a meter away in disgust, and commented on the pigsty: "It's pretty clean." ”

"Really?"

An Guoming looked a little like he wanted to take credit.

"Yes, it's all handled by the eldest brother usually, otherwise you will be flooded as soon as you enter."

An Guoming was disgusted by An Ning's words, why is it so picturesque?

But An Ning is indeed right, An Guoqing cleans up the feces every day, so there is really not a lot of work left for him.

After cleaning up the pigsty, An Ning took An Guoming up the mountain.

Today, water the fruit trees.

Although there is the help of the Panlong Waterway, every tree still needs to be controlled manually.

However, under the tranquil design, there is a water pipe not far away.

Under the influence of Anning money, the mountain was also connected to electricity.

Countless small water pumps are lined up, and when watering, just press the switch and one person holds the water pipe.

An Guoming is holding a water pipe and watering a peach tree.

"Little sister, this is much easier."

"That's right."

The two of them had an association with the fruit tree, and when the fruit tree bears fruit, what to do, how to sell it, etc., they have a discussion.

"Little sister, how many years have you been doing this?"

"Some will take a year or two, and some will bear fruit this year, which is different."

An Ning pointed to a tree and said, "Let's just say that I bought several kinds of peaches, including peaches, yellow peaches, and plum trees, all of which are several, and the age of the trees is different." ”

"Let's take a look this year to see which one tastes better, and next year we can have more varieties, and there are a lot of mountains."

An Guoming nodded again and again, and the little sister was very thoughtful.

An Guoming watered for more than two hours, and An Ning let him leave.

There are always people working on the mountain, fertilizing, watering, pruning branches, and people looking at the trees.

A small house was built on the mountain, and people lived in it, including the two fruit growers who An Ning had invited back.

Not only that, An Ning also bought a lot of books on planting fruit trees, and when she was fine, she took everyone to read and learn together.

An Ning and An Guoming came down from the mountain and went home.

An Guoming carried his hoe to the backyard vegetable garden, loosened the soil, and prepared to plant vegetables.

An Ning went up the mountain alone.

No one cared what she was doing, and when she left, she told Lin Cuihua that she didn't need to leave her food and would come back later.

Lin Cuihua anxiously filled An Ning with a few big steamed buns she had just steamed, and told her to be careful.

An Ning held a sickle, a wicker basket on his back, and a large bun in his hand, and walked up the mountain while eating.

I didn't go far before I ran out of buns in my hand.

She wholeheartedly recognized the way and went up the mountain.

An Ning went up the mountain not for anything else, but for the note given by the deceased third master.

On the slip of paper is an address, or a simple minimap.

It looks like it was painted by the third lady himself, it is very clear, and the trees and stones have a unique position.

There was a rough address on the note, An Ning often went up the mountain, and she had a little impression of this address, and she was going to go up the mountain to have a look.

The terrain became more and more shaky, and the sickle in An Ning's hand kept swinging, cutting through the messy branches in front of him.

She felt like she had been walking for more than an hour, standing halfway up the mountain and looking up, the two peaks towering into the sky.

Between the two peaks is a narrow passageway, which the map shows to be walked through.

An Ning first looked at the time, and there were still about four hours before it would be dark.

It's time to come.

An Ning continued to climb the mountain.

When she got to the back, the scythe was put away by An Ning, and she put on gloves on her hands, and climbed up with her hands and feet.

It turned out that the place where the two peaks met was not on the plane, but at a point where the two peaks were a little higher, about tens of meters, or even a hundred meters.

The higher you are, the more dangerous the terrain.

Gradually, there were stones all around, and there were fewer traces of grass and trees.

An Ning is constantly looking for the focus point, and climbs up step by step.

"It seems that the third master trusts my ability very much."

An Ning glanced down, not a little scared, but a little excited.

She loves thrilling things.

An Ning couldn't help but think that she was a little contradictory.

I like to farm slowly, but I like such exciting things.

Without further thought, An Ning continued to climb.

In fact, the deceased third master didn't want An Ning to climb this mountain alone.

He thought that An Ning would find someone to come with.

It's a pity that the mountain peak, which seems dangerous to outsiders, came up in less than half an hour.

An Ning grabbed the two stones, jumped hard, and the whole person stood on the flat ground at the junction between the two mountain peaks.

"Oh——-"

An Ning hurriedly stood sideways against the wall, and grabbed a raised stone with his hand to borrow strength.

It was easy to climb up, but as soon as she came up, she was almost blown down by the wind from a high place.

An Ning lowered her head and bent sideways, waiting for the wind to blow here.

The biting cold wind cut his face like a knife, and Anning's face hurt.

She covered her face with one hand, and walked forward against the wind.

The map shows that there should be a cave in the middle of the peak.

An Ning walked from one end to the other, only to find nothing.

She walked back from the other end, still not seeing the cave.

An Ning didn't leave, thinking back to the map.

Mountain rocks, trees, peculiar shapes.

An Ning looked around, his gaze fixed on a broken log.