"Three girls?"

The old village chief was stunned for a moment, a little blindfolded: "When did you have three girls?" ”

"Four."

Ye Jian raised his eyebrows proudly: "I have four girls and two boys." ”

"Good fellows."

The villagers of Daliushu Village, who didn't know the inside story, all cast surprised glances at him, and some people joked with a smile: "I can't see it, your kid is not very old, and he is quite capable of giving birth." ”

"Hey, hey."

Ye Jian grinned, pointed at the old village chief with his finger, and beckoned to his daughter: "Yan girl, come here, call the village chief grandpa." ”

"Hello village chief, grandpa."

Ye Xiuyan jumped off the horse obediently and walked over with a smile on her face.

"You girl, you're really handsome."

The old village chief bent down and looked at Ye Xiuyan with a smile, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it: "Did you say kiss?" ”

"Yan girl is only nine years old."

Ye Jian grinned stupidly: "That will be so early." ”

"Ye family boy!"

The old village chief stroked his beard and said seriously: "You girl, you have to think about it, you can't easily promise others, such a standard girl, with a good upbringing, will grow up in the future, and it is not worse than the young lady of the landlord's family." ”

"Hehe, that's what the old village chief said."

Ye Jian took his daughter out, and it was rare to have a good time, and his mouth was almost crooked with a smile.

"Daddy."

Ye Xiuyan blinked, pretended to be shy and lowered her head, pulling Ye Jian's sleeve to urge him: "It's almost noon, don't you still have to buy straw, let's go quickly." ”

"Done."

Ye Jian naturally agreed, said goodbye to the old village chief with a smile, and jumped on the mule cart.

"You're going to buy straw?"

Lao Li, who was on crutches, heard it, and beckoned to Ye Jian with a smile: "I have it in my field, and the corn and stalks that were just harvested yesterday are thrown in the ground." ”

Ye Jian smiled and asked, "Uncle, what do you want to sell?" ”

"Straw is worthless."

Lao Li lost two front teeth on his head, and his speech was a little leaky: "Give two pennies, whatever you want, pull as much as you want." ”

"Done."

Ye Jian didn't say a word, and took out two copper coins from his arms: "Uncle, come to the car, let's go to the field together." ”

"I'm not going."

Lao Li Tou waved his hand: "My eldest son is in the field, you follow this road, keep going forward, past the fish pond of Lao Wang's family, which is my family's cornfield, you just give him the money." ”

"Cheng, I'll go over now."

Ye Jian agreed with a smile, put the copper coin back in his pocket, and shook off the whip.

When the mule heard the order, he let out a rough breath from his nose and pulled the cart forward slowly.

"Goodbye, village chief, grandpa."

Ye Xiuyan smiled obediently, stepped on the stirrups, and deftly turned over on the horse.

The old village Changle's beard is upright: "Yan girl, I often come to play with your father." ”

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan smiled at Mimi's agreement and patted the horse's head.

The little stallion raised its front hooves and neighed, and ran forward.

"Good horse!"

The old village chief's eyes lit up, and he followed the foal, reluctant to look away.

*

The father and daughter walked through the village to the cornfield, paid two copper coins, and loaded a cart full of mule corn stalks.

Ye Jian discussed with Lao Litou's son again, wanting to buy some fresh corn and go back and roast corn for the children.

Ye Xiuyan has her own plans and rides a foal around the fields.

Daliushu Village is worthy of being a wealthy village in ten miles and eight townships, and the villagers are enthusiastic about growing grain and vegetables, and do not waste a little land.

The soil pit between the ditch and the ridge will also be sprinkled with seeds and planted with a few vegetables.