Chapter Seventy-One: I learned it all from our grandmother

Fang Wentao took the golden medicine, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then leaned over and sniffed. He took out the golden medicine of the capital Jishitang from his arms, compared it carefully, and said cautiously: "This medicine seems to be similar to the medicine of the Holy Hand of the National Medicine. I just don't know...... How it works! ”

"Is the effect good, won't the little brother take it back and try it?" Song Ziran believes that after they try it out, they will definitely come to the door. Needless to say, if you say too much, the price will drop!

She said to her brothers: "I want to eat shortbread and wontons over there, which brother is in for a treat!" ”

"I'm please!" "I'm coming!"

"I'm Brother Fuya, of course it's me, don't rob me!"

This time, the four brothers Da Mao, Er Mao, Sanmao and Wu Mao came together. Song Sanmao looked at the brothers and younger brothers who were scrambling to treat them, shook his head, looked at Fu Ya and said, "How do Fu Ya know that the brothers have silver money in their hands?" ”

Song Ziran smiled thiefly, shook the small curly hair on the top of his head, and said triumphantly: "Of course, it was scammed from the fourth brother!" The fourth brother said that he wanted to invite me to eat the most closed roast chicken! ”

Song Damao sat down at the wonton stall with his sister in his arms, Song Wumao gave the copper plate, bought a bowl of wontons, put it in front of his sister, and said: "The fourth brother is the most unsavvy among us, is the copper plate he saved enough to buy roast chicken?" If it's not enough, I can make some for him! ”

Ermao bought a few shortbreads and shared one for each person. Seeing that there was only one bowl of wontons on the table, he looked at Wumao speechlessly and said, "Xiao Wu, you're too picky, aren't you?" Only one bowl, for whom? ”

Song Wumao said confidently: "Of course it's for my sister!" We're all so old, can we still grab food with our sister? A bowl of wontons costs six yuan, and if we all eat them, it will add up to thirty yuan. If you have that silver, it's better to cut the pound of meat and go home, let our milk make dumplings, and you can eat a big family! ”

"Picking is picking! Don't explain, explanation is a cover-up, a cover-up is the truth! Song Ermao made a gesture to grab the shortbread in his hand, and Wumao flexibly dodged. also deliberately took a big bite and grimaced at the second brother!

Song Wumao finished eating the shortbread in two bites, sat down at the wonton stall again, shook his head and said, "I don't call it picking, it's called careful calculation." Learn from our milk! ”

After speaking, he looked at Fu Ya, who was eating wontons in small bites, and said softly: "Fu Ya, let's go over there for a walk in a while." I just saw that there is a flower for sale, the red, red, green and green are very beautiful, which one do you like, brother will buy it for you! ”

Song Ziran: ......

Red, red, green, green, can it be beautiful? She can't believe the aesthetics of straight men!

"Yo! Why aren't you thinking carefully at this point? Ermao teased.

"As long as Fuya wants it, it's not a waste! This is also learned from our grandmother...... "If you have the ability, you can reason with our grandmother?" I have to say that among the several hairs of the Song family, this is the one who has been brainwashed by Mrs. Wu the most!

Although the wontons are a little more expensive, the portion is quite a lot, and it is a big bowl. The wontons were big and big, and after eating five or six, Fuya was full. The four brothers divided the rest of the wontons, and when they saw that their sister didn't want to go shopping, they carried her back.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed. There was still no movement on King Chen's side, what should Fu Ya do, there was no sense of being in a hurry. Jiang Zhixue looked at it and nodded secretly - this calm and calm energy is not something that ordinary four-year-old children can have!

The pepper seedlings have been transplanted for more than 20 days, and they have grown almost as tall as an adult's calf, with thick stems and leaves, and they are growing well. Honey potato seedlings are also inserted into the open space reserved in the field, the vines spread, the leaves are dense, and Mrs. Wu also pinched a few handfuls, and went home to fry and eat!

Spring wheat has grown, weeding, top dressing, farmers always have endless work.

In the midst of the busyness, Fu Ya's fourth birthday has arrived! The old Song family didn't go to the ground all day, and Mrs. Wu asked Boss Song to go to the town to cut five catties of meat, and he was busy early in the morning.

On the first day, Song Laosi took a few big ones into the mountains to hunt a few pheasants and hares, adding a few hard dishes to today's birthday banquet.

Song Ziran followed behind Mrs. Wu, and said with a small mouth: "Milk, don't make so many dishes, just like my brothers' birthdays, just make a bowl of longevity noodles and two eggs!" ”

As soon as Mrs. Wu turned around, she almost bumped into the little guy, and hurriedly drove her out: "Go, go!" Don't follow my ass, get in the way! Isn't this a birthday banquet specially for you, isn't this the end of spring ploughing? Let's eat something good to celebrate, don't be sentimental! Go to the yard to play with Xiao Shi, or go to Jiang's house to look for Guoguo, don't always wander around the kitchen, be careful of burning you! ”

Fuya, who was kicked out of the kitchen, heard her grandfather's voice coming from outside the courtyard gate before she could stand firmly. She spread her feet and ran over, shouting happily, "Grandpa, why are you here?" Second uncle, little uncle......"

Su Xiyuan picked up the little girl who ran over and lifted her up. Zhao said worriedly on the side: "Put it down, put it down, don't fall on our Fuya!" Fuya, do you miss your grandmother? ”

Song Ziran said loudly: "I think about it!" It's conceivable! I also miss my grandfather, my two uncles and aunts...... Second uncle, second aunt, Su Xun, why didn't they come? ”

Second uncle Su Xizhang responded with a smile: "Your second aunt is not feeling well, and Jing Wazi and the second baby are at home with her......

"What's wrong with the second aunt? Have you seen a doctor? Song Ziran asked with concern.

Zhao took her over with a smile and said, "Your second aunt is not sick, she is about to give birth to three babies!" ”

Su Xizhang frowned and said, "Mother, it doesn't have to be a third baby, maybe it's a female doll?" ”

"Female dolls are better! The mother also wants a well-behaved and cute little granddaughter like Fu Ya. But the female doll is more expensive, is it said that she can be born if she is born? Zhao glanced at his son and said, "Don't you unload the things in the car?" What are you doing in a daze? ”

On the cart of the Su family, there are a lot of things, including food, cloth, and four cooing pigeons!

Mrs. Wu heard the voice of her in-laws and came out of the kitchen. Looking at these things, I couldn't help but say, "Come on, why do you still bring so many things?" ”

Zhao walked into the courtyard with Fuya in his arms, and said with a smile: "What's more, not much!" How can relatives come empty-handed? ”

Three years ago, Su Xiyuan was admitted to Xiucai, and he was still a student! The family doesn't have to pay taxes on those acres of land, and they raise pigeons, and Grandpa Fuya has found a teaching errand in the town, and the Su family has been getting better and better in recent years. These things are really nothing to them.

Mrs. Wu looked at Su Xiyuan and said with a smile: "Xiucai Gong is also here!" Has the marriage ever been decided? ”

Such a straightforward question made this delicate little talent blush.