"You'll just wait and see the show tomorrow." The more the system talked, the more excited it became, "Sure enough, both sides have to have brains, and they can only see if they tear up." ”

The unilateral abuse is not unpleasant, but it is a little less thrilling tension.

Song Hongguo is not as excited as it, Feng Qiuping is not stupid, she is blackmailed to the door, she will definitely think of calming things down, and she doesn't need to think too much about dealing with that kind of woman, what she is looking forward to is Chen Guowei's move.

rushed to Chen Guowei to deal with Wang Erni's ruthlessness, and also knew that Feng Qiuping was entangled by him, and he was bound to shed his skin, and the wicked had to grind the wicked.

The next day, Song Hongguo rested, but got up earlier than usual, and went into the kitchen before dawn to cook, and Zhao Zhenhua and Zhao Zhensheng were going to come to help plant wheat, and they couldn't let the two of them work on an empty stomach.

By the time the two of them came to the door with the plow, Song Hongguo had already made the marinade, and the water in the other pot was also boiling, she sprinkled the cut hand-rolled dough into it, rolled it for a few minutes, picked it up and poured it into the bowl, and poured a layer of red and attractive marinade on the top, including diced meat, shiitake mushrooms, fungus, and some chili oil, which was suddenly full of aroma.

Zhao Zhenhua sniffled vigorously, "Cousin, this is what you eat?" Hehe, eat before you work, you can't open your mouth a little......"

That being said, the action of taking the bowl is not ambiguous at all, and he doesn't even raise his head when he eats.

Zhao Zhensheng and Song Hongguo are not so familiar and close, and they are somewhat restrained, but after tasting it, they can't take care of anything.

The blue-edged stoneware bowl, the two of them each ate two large bowls, until they burped, then wiped their mouths, carried the plough to their own land to plant wheat.

The stomach is not empty, the work is more energetic, the two of them spared no effort, one to support the plow, one to pull in front, do for a while, and then change positions with each other, the plow requires skills, pulling the plow relies on strength, not long after, the clothes on the two of them were soaked with sweat, Song Hongguo waited for them to stop breathing, and sent the sugar water prepared in advance, let the two children send over, in the sugar water, she dripped spiritual spring water, which can restore physical strength.

Sure enough, after the two of them poured a large tea jar of water, the fatigue on their bodies was obviously alleviated a lot, but they didn't think much about it, they just thought it was the sugar water they drank to grow stronger.

More than seven minutes, less than two hours, the work is done, the two of them did it carefully, the plow is pressed down deeply, so that the land is cultivated thoroughly, the wheat is evenly sown, and the seedlings will not be rare and dense, which requires experience and technology, Song Hongguo is also curious to try to help the plow, as a result, it is not as simple as she thought, the coordination of the two arms is not enough, the wheat is not only planted crookedly, but also easy to be shallow, in short, no experience, can not be held at all.

After finishing the work, it was only seven o'clock, and the two of them had to go to work in the factory again, so Song Hongguo made them a bowl of sugar water with Lingquan to drink, and stuffed a bag of food each.

The two of them were not polite, and when they got out of the door, they opened it and looked at it, only to feel that they were a little sorry to take it, just now they thought that the thing was not sinking, and they didn't take it too seriously, who knows, there are not many things, but they are expensive.

The snow-white and delicate yam cake, the white rabbit toffee, and the spiced jerky, which obviously felt that they had made a lot of effort to keep them to make up for their bodies in private.

Zhao Zhenhua smiled bitterly, "I thought I would come to help, and I would repay some favors, but I didn't expect that in the end, I still took advantage of my cousin again, and this matter is ......."

Zhao Zhensheng asked, "Why don't we go back?" ”

Zhao Zhenhua teased, "Are you willing to give up this rare thing?" ”

Zhao Zhensheng choked and blushed.

Zhao Zhenhua laughed, "What's embarrassing to admit this?" Don't talk about you, I can't afford to put it in anyone's hands, and I'm the same, that kid in the garden, I don't know how hungry I am for this mouthful of toffee, but how can I have a sugar ticket for him to buy? Even if you have a ticket, you can't grab this kind of when you go to a department store. ”

Zhao Zhensheng said, "Tiger heads rarely eat toffee. ”

Zhao Zhenhua sighed, "My cousin is doing things with a bright atmosphere, look at it, even the things are sent so ironed, the toffee is for the children in the family, the yam cake is for the elders, and the jerky is for us to replenish our body and satisfy our cravings, all the same, all with heart." ”

Zhao Zhensheng reminded, "We still ate so many noodles, two big bowls, and several spoonfuls of the marinade, cousin, it is indeed very real." ”

It's not the first time they've gone back to someone else's house to help with the work, but no one is so generous and honest in taking care of the food, and the pure white noodles are left open for them to eat until they burp.

I don't know if they're here to help or if they're here to enjoy themselves.

Zhao Zhenhua remembered the lo mein just now, smashed his mouth and savored it, and asked narrowly, "Then next time, my cousin has a job at home, let's help again?" ”

Zhao Zhensheng nodded without thinking.

"Next time, we won't be able to collect any more things."

"Well, just take care of the food."

After the two left, Song Hongguo used a rake to flatten the ground, and in the next few months, there was no work to do in the field, waiting for the spring of next year, and then watering and fertilizing.

On the weir of the self-retained ground, the apple and hawthorn trees planted are also ready to be picked, but they are only planted this year, and there are not many hanging fruits, Song Hongguo and the two children picked two baskets of the big ones first, and the rest will be left on the tree for a few more days, and the taste will be better.

When he entered the kitchen to prepare the noodles, Song Hongguo suddenly remembered one thing, he forgot to tell Zhao Zhenhua just now that it would rain tonight.

"Let's go, let's go grind sweet potato powder first." Shi Lianzi was at the entrance of the village, and on the way there, he happened to pass by Zhao Baoqing's house, Song Hongguo greeted the two children, put the dried sweet potatoes into a sack, put them on a small cart, and pushed them out.

At this time, everyone in the village went to work, and the road was very quiet.

When he arrived at the door of Zhao's house, Song Hongguo shouted, "Uncle, are you at home?" ”

She also asked, not holding out any hope.

Who would have thought, it was such a coincidence, Zhao Baoqing had something to do, he just came back from a trip to the field, drank some water, and was about to go out again, but he happened to bump into it.

Zhao Baoqing looked surprised, "Hongguo, why are you here?" ”

Song Hongguo said with a smile, "I want to tell you something." ”

"What's the matter?"

"I heard the forecast that it will rain tonight, the rain is not heavy, but the time is not short, and it is still cloudy, and I see that there are dried sweet potatoes in the ground......"

Zhao Baoqing's face changed, "When did you listen to the weather forecast?" Why didn't I hear that? ”

Song Hongguo's face did not change, "Yesterday, I was afraid that the forecast would not be accurate, so I specially found a person who can watch the sky and asked again, and he said that it is indeed very likely to rain at night." ”

Zhao Baoqing frowned when he heard this, and said irritably, "Isn't this adding to the chaos, the dried sweet potatoes are only less than half dried, and there are still some fresh sweet potatoes in the ground that haven't had time to cut. ”

The village is waiting for the dried sweet potatoes to be processed, so as to free up the land to spread fertilizer and plow the land to plant wheat, one stubble after another, which stubble has a problem, will affect the progress, wheat is related to the harvest in the first half of tomorrow, a day can not be planted, he will not have a steady and stable time in his heart.