The whole family crosses to farm

Chapter 28 Osmanthus Cake

Lin Chunnong stood up and looked at the black and white swallow kite held by the little girl, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

For Lin Chunnong, kite flying is a very old game, and he was very interested in it at the moment. After planting the last small wild chrysanthemum, he threw down the shovel and ran out.

Fang Xiaocao, who was in the kitchen, hurried out and shouted, "Don't run too far, go home quickly when you sweat."

"Ah."

Hearing the voice of her daughter's promise coming from afar, Fang Xiaocao's smile was like a blooming flower. She had raised such a small daughter into a big girl, but it was the first time she saw her having a relationship with other children. The same happy childhood.

It's great to move to Yishui Village.

By the way, they are separated from the Lin family in the county seat, and they only sent a letter to their parents once.

Fang Xiaocao thought of this, and decided to wait for Lao Lin to come back, and take her daughter to Tonghua Town to return to her natal home tomorrow.

In the past, it was not free to go back to her mother's house in the Lin family, but now she lives in Yishui Village, which is seven or eight miles away from Tonghua Town than the county, so she has to go back to her mother's house often.

Fang Xiaocao turned around and went into the kitchen with a smile. After washing the pots and bowls, she shook the sweet-scented osmanthus that her daughter brought home yesterday into a basket, cleaned them, and soaked a jar with sugar before starting to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

The name of white sugar at this time was Snowflake Sugar, and a small pack cost more than 30 liters, which made Lao Lin often talk about it. In the future, he would go to the north to find beets on a familiar road, and this time he wanted to be a icing sugar entrepreneur.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaocao quickly cooked the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the mold, ready to be steamed.

There was a sudden noise outside, Fang Xiaocao didn't care at first, but thinking of her daughter flying a kite in the open field, she wiped her hands and hurried out the door.

The one who confronted Lin Chunnong was Qingran, the village head's daughter. The little girl was wearing a light blue woven silk dress. Lin Chunnong had heard about the fabric from her mother, so she knew a little bit about it. It could be seen that her clothes were very expensive. , but she didn't understand why she deliberately knocked herself down when everyone was flying kites in the field.

People in ancient times didn't have the concept of apologizing, especially a few children, they stood in front of Lin Chunnong as if they were fragile dolls, and asked, "Sister Qingran, why do you want to apologize?" Hit Xiao Nong?"

Can Chen Qingran just say that she doesn't like her?Anyway, she used to be the best among the little girls in the village in every aspect, but now that someone not only dresses better than her, but also looks better than her, I feel uncomfortable.

"She bumped into me first," Chen Qingran looked at the little girl who was only in a daze, and felt that she had nothing to compare with him, and immediately dismissed her with disdain.

"Let's go, let's not play with them anymore." Jealousy seems to be an emotion that people are born with. The difference is that adults can manage their expressions so that they are not visible, but children will express them more directly. .

At this time, Chen Qingran clearly showed dislike for Lin Chunnong, those little girls were playing behind her buttocks, and they all followed her away after hearing the words.

A little girl came to pull Xianghe, "Xianghe, are you not leaving?"

Xianghe was a little annoyed, "Xiao Nong and I were the ones who flew the kite here first, you guys came to make trouble, if you don't play, don't play, why do you say you won't play with us?"

Chen Qingran stopped, turned her head and glanced at Lin Chunnong, who was a head shorter than them, and said, "We just don't play with her, you have the same surname as us, you can come with us."

When Fang Xiaocao came over, she heard this sentence, and seeing her daughter's small head stuck there, she knew in her heart that this girl was a big girl, but as a mother, she still felt pitiful, weak and helpless.

"Her mother is here," reminded a little girl carrying a bamboo basket.

Chen Qingran was a little scared, but thinking that her father was the village chief, the newcomers in this family would not dare to speak of her, so she raised her chin even higher in an instant.

Originally, I wanted to bring these little girls who excluded their own girls to eat some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes at home. There are conflicts between children, and adults can basically solve them with such a hand.

But seeing the arrogance on the face of this little girl in silk dress, Fang Xiaocao quickly dismissed this idea, some children are more likely to step on other people's bottom line than adults.

For example, Lin Yuan'er of the Lin family, relying on her grandmother's love, sometimes even her second aunt is ignored.

Fang Xiaocao ignored the group of little girls led by Chen Qingran, but said to Xianghe and her own daughter: "Xiaohe, niece, go fly a kite at the door."

Seeing that they really left, Chen Qingran snorted and said, "Outsiders."

Her cousin Qingmei said: "Sister, their family is quite rich. You didn't go there yesterday. I don't know. They made a big pot of meat and vegetables for the villagers to eat hot pot rice."

"No matter how rich you are, you still have to come from outside. You have to listen to my father." Chen Qingran said.

Chen Qingmei really wanted to play with that little girl like Xianghe, among other things, she would definitely be able to eat some good things, but she didn't have time to play.

"Let's go, let's go to the mountains to pick up fruits, and I have to help my mother wash clothes later."

This group of little girls are seven or eight years old, and the youngest are only five or six years old, but every time they go out, they are not just playing like the little boys in the village.

When they came out of the mountain again, they saw in front of the spacious courtyard of the Lin family, the little girl of the Lin family was sitting with Xianghe on the stone pier at the door, eating some cakes.

You can smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus from a distance, which is better than the scent of the trees in the mountain pass.

(End of this chapter)