palm river mountain

Chapter 57

Duan Ming shook his head.

Duan Yi saw that his face was flushed and frowned. She stretched out her hand, clamped Duan Ming's face, and patted, "Did you hear that? It was so loud, like beating a cowhide drum."

As she spoke, she raised her hand again, patted her face, and there was also a bang, "What's the difference?"

Duan Ming didn't know why, he hesitated and said, "It's not different."

"That's right, you didn't have two noses and four eyes, and your skin is as thin as a drum, and mine is as thick as a bell. You are the only son of my mother, and you are not the only one in Dazhou. Don't treat yourself as the Chosen One."

"As long as you don't take off your clothes and dance on the road, ghosts will have time to look at you. Ordinary people only care about food and clothing. If you eat, you will feel that you have little meat, and if you wear your skin, your skin will be too thin..."

"Since that's the case, what are you afraid of? What a good man, he's so awkward!"

Duan Ming blushed and nodded heavily. He straightened his back, but still couldn't help but glance around from the corner of his eye.

But watching, an old man carrying a load came straight towards them, his hand shook, and subconsciously wanted to hide behind Duan Yi, when the old man said, "Sanniang, this year's harvest , our Caojia Village has some money in our hands, and we want to open canals like Pangjia Village..."

He said, putting down the burden, scratching his head, "But you know, we kind of soil masters have strength, but no brains, and can't figure out how to dig... I want to ask three questions. Mom wants someone capable, go and tell us how to dig!"

"A few days ago, the patriarch came to the city every day, but he didn't find Sanniang, and he didn't see Mr. Guan either. Who knew that I would meet him today!"

Duan Yi smiled, "I know, it's getting late today, whoever is free tomorrow, call him over early in the morning. Digging canals is a great thing, as long as the villagers figure it out. It's the same as in Pangjia Village , and the land reclamation..."

"Think about it, this year's bumper harvest. If you earn so much, if there are more fields, wouldn't you earn more? For the first three years of land reclamation, you won't pay the government. You should talk to the patriarch when you go back."

When the old man heard it, he immediately became happy.

Just like Pangjia Village, even if the government will send people over to give advice, workers can be used instead.The villagers wanted to dig it a few years ago, but the elders of the Piansheng tribe disagreed, saying that they were afraid that the feng shui of the village would be damaged.

This year, seeing that the left neighbor Pangjia Village can't finish the surplus food, it can be regarded as a relief.The patriarch was very anxious, wishing he could dig up the matter overnight, lest those old stubborn people change their minds again.

"It must be! Is this Sanniang's younger brother? He is really a good-looking talent, extraordinary! Then I will go back first, and I will be at the entrance of the village early tomorrow morning, waiting for the adults to come over!"

Duan Yi nodded, the old man bent down, grabbed a small autumn pumpkin from his burden, and stuffed it into Duan Ming's hand, "It's sold out, there is one left, put it on the burden, until Shake it, let your sister eat it!"

He said, he smiled, picked up the burden, and ran away.

Although the pumpkin is small, it is still heavy in the hand. Duan Ming lowered his head, his eyes were full of novelty. He grew so big, let alone holding such a heavy object, even holding a teacup, Gu Xing was afraid that he would Tired.

He subconsciously looked at Duan Yi, Duan Yi shook her head, "I'm a girl, I don't lift heavy things."

Duan Ming hugged Pumpkin tighter. If he remembered correctly, the girl mentioned him just now.

Before he could look over, Qi Langzhong had already raised his foot, "I'm lame!"

Mr. Yan watched, then said with a smile, "I am an old man."

Duan Ming looked at Cui Zigeng, Cui Zigeng had a cold face, "I don't want to mention it."

After the four of them finished speaking, they walked towards the city in a tacit understanding.

Duan Ming smiled, gritted his teeth, and followed up with the pumpkin in his arms. The pumpkin was very fresh, and the handle was so hairy that it hurt his hands.

From the gate of the city to the Gu Mansion, there is a little distance, not too far, Duan Ming was already dripping with sweat, seeing that Duan Yi didn't stop to wait for him, he gritted his teeth, and chased after the pumpkin again. past.

When he finally saw the stone lion in front of Gu's house, Duan Ming was like a drowned chicken, his clothes were wet, he was panting, his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground.

Duan Ming hugged the pumpkin even tighter, closed his eyes in fright, and waited for a while, but the expected pain did not appear.

He opened his eyes and saw Duan Yiti stalking him with a look of disgust.

He staggered and stood up straight, weakly calling out, "Third Sister."

Duan Yi let go, took the pumpkin from his arms, and supported him, "Remember, you are different from ordinary men, it is just that you are different... Rather than living like wintersweet in a vase in the warm pavilion It's better to stand in the ice and snow."

"If you don't try, how do you know that you can't do it? You're not very good, you kept up with us, moved heavy objects, and didn't die from exhaustion."

Duan Ming's eyes were shining brightly. He tried hard to open them wide, but the sweat that fell into his eyes caused him to squint his eyes involuntarily.

Duan Yi took out a handkerchief from her sleeve pocket, threw it to him, and threw the pumpkin towards Cui Zigeng, "Put sugar and boil it in water, I like it."

Cui Zi subconsciously reached out to take it, and said angrily, "Even if I'm a cook, I'm not your cook."

Duan Yi blinked at him, "Little General Cui, Young Master Cui, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and begging for help should behave like a begging. I have already told Mingrui that he is waiting to eat your cooking Braised pork!"

Cui Zi took a deep breath, hugged the pumpkin, and followed.

Mr. Yan on the side looked at him deflated, and laughed, "The wicked need to be tortured by the wicked! The old saying is so good!"

When Qi Langzhong heard this, he hurriedly walked to Duan Yi, and gave him a wary look, "You are evil, but I am a student, but I am very virtuous, and everyone in Jincheng praises it, why don't I get a pumpkin for nothing? !"

Duan Ming was wiping his sweat, listening to the people in front of him chattering, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Brother Zigeng, can I eat sugar oil cakes? Once I saw someone eating them on the road, it was delicious and glutinous But A Niang thinks it's not that the ones made in her home are too dirty and can't be changed..."

Seeing that Cui Zi's face was even more serious, Duan Min blushed and hurriedly added, "I can help...I...I can also give you a portrait!"

Cui Zi glanced at him even more, "As for your thin arm, I'm afraid it will break if it sticks to the glutinous rice, and it won't fit in the pot. You don't need it, you can feed a pig from left to right, or both ends!"

Duan Ming suddenly became elated, and he looked at Duan Yi excitedly, "Sister!"

Duan Yi was speechless. These days, how can there be a fool who is so happy to be called a pig from ear to ear!
Duan Ming also seemed to feel that he was acting too much, his ears blushed, and he cleared his throat, "Sister, I brought some gadgets for cousin Mingrui."

(End of this chapter)