Jiaohu

Chapter 5
hot sun,

Zhao Huniu stood up straight, squinting her eyes and looking at the seedling field she had just planted.

Zhao Cunwu's family doesn't have much land, which can be called one-acre three-point land. Even so, Zhao Cunwu didn't clean it up very well before, so the little output in the field even made it difficult to support their father and daughter; of course, Huniu Never farmed before.

Although they also have fields on Mount Weilong, those are the responsibility of the outer disciples, and most of the crops they need are provided by the villages below the mountain.

As the only direct disciple of the head of the sect, apart from practicing kung fu, she spends her days opening her mouth and stretching out her hands when she eats.
Oh.
And to deal with that stinky old man with a stubborn personality.

However, Zhao Huniu didn't think it was very difficult to farm. Zhao Cunwu told her about it - anyway, the seedlings were inserted into the field, right?Planting rice seedlings, anyway, she has nothing else, she has a lot of strength,
She planted all the seedlings in this three-acre field in less than one morning by herself.

"Oh, Huniu, did you come so early this year?"

Walking by the side of the road was a woman holding an egg basket, her thick black hair was tied into a thick bun with a simple wooden hairpin on it,
She saw Zhao Huniu busy in the field, so she stopped and greeted her.

"Aunt Fifth,"

This fifth aunt, Zhao Huniu, had helped her house before, and she was a very kind woman. She even gave her two big steamed buns, so Zhao Huniu had a good impression of her; smile enthusiastically,

"Fifth Aunt, where are you going?"

"Why don't we send food to our family. Hey, if only the father and son could have Huniu, you could work so quickly," the woman said, putting the field that Zhao Huniu had just planted. I looked around,
"Look at it, you can finish it in such a big place in the morning. Our family has been working on it since yesterday."

"Is there still much work left, Fifth Aunt, let me help."

"Hey? How embarrassing, you didn't just finish your work just now, so I let you go again~"

"Then I'll collect my things, Fifth Aunt, just wait for me."

Zhao Huniu picked up the sickle on the ground and put it on the belt at the back of her waist, then jumped onto the dirt road and followed Aunt Zhao Wu.

"Hungry, kid, come and have a steamed bread, I mixed lard in it, it must be delicious,"

"Thank you, Fifth Aunt."

Zhao Licheng straightened his waist and looked towards the road from the village.
"Father, why isn't mother here now? I'm hungry."

"I guess I met the mother-in-law of Moji's family again on the way. The two of you are just chatting now. You will come when your mother is happy with the chat."

Zhao Licheng's father was a man with a black face and a very wide palm. Hearing his son's complaint, he replied without raising his head.

"San'er! The head of the house!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Aunt Zhao's voice from the other side of the road from a distance,

"Look at what I'm talking about." Without listening to what his father was going to say, Zhao Licheng put the sickle aside, and rushed to Aunt Zhao's side after a few steps.

"Mom, you're here, I'm starving to death!" Before he finished speaking, Zhao Licheng reached out to take out the basket on Aunt Zhao's hand. Several slaps on the head.

"Stinky boy, you always look like a starving ghost. Doesn't my mother usually give you enough to eat?"

Although the words on her mouth were scolding, Aunt Zhao looked at Zhao Licheng with kindness in her eyes.

"Mom, why are you here now? Hey, don't you usually have five, five, and ten? Why are there only nine today?"

"You child."

"Aunt Wu ate one for me," Zhao Huniu said from the side at this time,
"Aunt Wu's skill in making steamed buns is probably the best in the village."

It was only then that Zhao Licheng noticed that there was a young girl beside his mother.She seemed to be about the same age as herself, with a plump and round oval face.The black hair was tied tightly, and there were a few innocuous strands of hair on the front of the forehead, and a pair of eyes with dark pupils, the same round nose and slightly pursed lips.

Because the skin color is a brownish wheat color due to regular work, but the skin color is unexpectedly well-proportioned, not as dark and yellow as the older women.

In fact, when Zhao Huniu was just resurrected from the corpse, this body was not so healthy and vigorous.

Withered hair and wrinkled skin,

When she looked in the mirror for the first time, she was actually taken aback by the person in the mirror,
After all, in her impression, only those who have practiced qigong and gone crazy for several days will become like this.

Zhao Huniu was able to become what she is now, thanks to the eggs and white flour steamed buns she ate in the past few months.Of course, it is still far from the kind of strength she is satisfied with, but the longer the future, the stronger the strength, the more food that can be exchanged for.

Then there will be more strength, more food, more strength
"Oh, girl, you are really good at talking good things~ A good boy like you won't lie~"

Although Hu Niu's words do have a bit of flattering meaning, her serious expression at any time is really hard for people to think about it, so it is always very beneficial to be praised by her,

Aunt Zhao was immediately elated, and took out a steamed bun from the basket and stuffed it into Huniu's hand.Zhao Licheng, who was at the side, was still curious about Zhao Huniu, and when he saw his mother stuffing the cornbread for her, he immediately focused on the cornbread in Zhao Huniu's hand.

Sensing Zhao Licheng's pitiful eyes, Zhao Huniu, who originally wanted to accept it calmly, thought about it,
Still returned the cornbread to him.

Seeing the fist-sized cornbread in front of him, Zhao Licheng didn't immediately reach out to take it; he first looked at the steamed bun, then at Zhao Huniu, at the steamed bun, then at Zhao Huniu,
In the end, the nest head was taken over.

"You child! Why are you so greedy!"

Aunt Zhao Wu slapped her son on the forehead again, and said angrily:
"It's for Hu Niu, you rob it, you rob it again,"

"It's okay Fifth Aunt, I'm not hungry."

"You belong to the Wu Family of Zhao Village, the girl named Huniu, right?"

Zhao Licheng's father, Zhao Yong, also came up after finishing his work at this time. He also took out a cornbread from the bamboo basket, and directly picked up a piece of dry pickle with his hands.
I ate it with big mouthfuls of steamed buns and pickles.

"Yes, Uncle,"

"Didn't you recognize him, dad? I didn't recognize this kid when I saw him the other day. You said how much this kid has changed. He used to look like a little chick, but now he looks so good-looking. It's really a girl who doesn't know if she doesn't look at it, "

In fact, there is no such a long time to express this sentence,
"This child is very nimble in his hands and feet, and the child has planted all their land in one day."

"Oh, this is really good. It takes a lot of effort to do it by yourself in your place."

"Yes, yes, that's what I said. I met her just now, and this child offered to help our family with work. What a wonderful child. "

Fifth Aunt Zhao obviously liked Zhao Huniu very much, and she kept praising her during this short noon,
Even when the father and son and Zhao Huniu were about to start work after lunch, she still reluctantly sat on the ridge of the field and talked for a long time before returning home.

The afternoon sun became more and more venomous, and the three of them were sweating profusely under the sun.

Zhao Huniu just lowered her head to work, and she didn't seem to complain about being tired at all. Zhao Yong glanced at the other side from time to time, and nodded secretly in his heart.

As for Zhao Licheng, he was also secretly looking at her,
It's just that it's not quite the same as his father's.

Being ignorant of this kind of thing is not easy to say, difficult to say,
A flower, a book, a letter, or something else,
A cornbread is fine too.

It's even my own cornbread.

Zhao Licheng only thinks that Zhao Huniu looks better the more she looks, why is she so beautiful; the more she looks the more pleasing to the eye, why is she so pleasing to the eye,
The Wotou after eating seems to be warm.

Thinking of this, his face turned red unconsciously,

I don't know whether it's red because of work or because of embarrassment.

"Then I'll go first uncle,"

until sunset,

With the help of Zhao Huniu, the sowing of Zhao Yong's field this summer has almost been completed; after saying goodbye to Zhao Yong and his son, Zhao Huniu walked home without her sickle.

When it was time for dinner after the busy farming season, every household in the village was filled with cooking smoke.
"Evening cooking smoke in thatched huts in every village",
What a scene of tranquility in the house and harmony between man and nature.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

A loud bird song above her head made Zhao Huniu raise her head,

She saw a black and white bird hovering in mid-air on the top, hovered for a while, flapped its wings and flew into the distance,

In the end, it plunged into a huge green shadow.

The huge dark green shadow is not anywhere else, but the Pitian Mountain on which the Brassica Village is built.

Splitting Tianshan, splitting Tianshan, looks like a whole mountain being split by an ax falling from the sky, leaving only a narrow section in the middle connecting the left and right parts.

The mountains on the right are gentle, watery and grassy, ​​and the villagers of Brassica Village go into the mountains from time to time to collect some mountain goods and hunt some hares and pheasants to improve their food.

Steep as a forest of swords,

Although both animals and mountain products are more abundant than Pingshan, none of the villagers from Brassica Village dare to enter Jianlin Mountain.In addition to the steep terrain, more importantly, there are a large number of ferocious birds and beasts.
A group of ordinary farmers can never cope with the danger.

Zhao Huniu hadn't heard about Splitting Tianshan yet. After all, Zhao Cunwu led Zhao Huniu's orphans and widows, so it was impossible for him to go to the big mountain forest. girl.

But at this time, she just glanced at the shadow of Pitian Mountain that the bird cast into, and then continued on the way home.

(End of this chapter)