Reborn Farmhouse: She counterattacks with a drag oil bottle

Chapter 115

"Ride a big horse, ride a big horse... Mom, I want to ride a big horse with Uncle Song." Su Heng shouted and clapped his little hands with a happy swallow, very happy.

Su Zhen looked at the tall white horse, showing envy and longing.

Seeing Song Yuanqing's proud expression, Su Jinxiu gritted his teeth, "Can you take care of two children? If not, then no one is allowed to ride a horse."

Song Yuanqing and Su Heng, one big and one small, lost their faces and were a little frustrated.

In fact, it's not that Song Yuanqing can't take the two children to ride horses together, but he doesn't like dealing with little girls, especially Yang Huai'en's daughter. He doesn't know if he hates her or accepts her existence, but he can't tell from the bottom of his heart Emotions.

Naturally, Su Zhen also likes to ride a horse like her younger brother, but when she thinks that she is a girl, she feels that it is better to ride a car just like her mother.

He said to Su Jinxiu like a kitten, "Mother, I... I don't ride a horse, I'm afraid, let my brother ride, my brother is a boy, riding on a horse must be very powerful."

Su Jinxiu was delighted that her daughter was so sensible, she hugged Xiaozhen in her arms, and said lovingly, "Well, my daughter is still sensible.

As expected of her mother's little padded jacket, she knew she was lonely in the car alone, so she wanted to stay with her. "

Although Su Heng really wanted to be with his mother, riding a big horse was also his desire, so he hesitated for a while, then was carried on the horse by Song Yuanqing, giggling happily, and galloped away.

After all, leather jackets are not as considerate as cotton jackets.

When Su Jinxiu complained, she didn't notice that she had completely regarded these two children as her own, and she had completely integrated into the Great Ming Dynasty.

And the sky did not know when, snowflakes began to fall.

The light snowflakes are sparse and very beautiful.

The driver who was driving the carriage was overjoyed when he saw the flakes of snow, and said repeatedly, "Well, it's snowing, it's snowing, it's good to be snowing.

This is the first snow in winter, and the auspicious snow heralds a good year. Looking at this posture, the next spring must be a good solar term and a bumper harvest in autumn. "

The snowy day is not cold, Su Jinxiu hugged Su Zhen in her arms, and said with a smile, "Yes, this is the first snow, a good sign, the coming year will definitely be a bumper harvest year, and every family will have enough to eat Yes. This kind of weather makes people feel bright."

That's right, in the spring of the next year, her plowland will be sown and sowed, and she will start her farming life in the Ming Dynasty.

When the donkey cart entered the village and arrived at the door, Song Yuanqing had already entered the yard with Su Heng, and was enjoying the snow with the child.

"Mom... Riding a big horse is so good, I'm about to fly." When Su Heng saw Su Jinxiu, he even talked and gestured, very excited.

Su Jinxiu carried Su Zhen out of the car, paid the fare for the car, and thanked her. After the driver drove the donkey cart far away, she said calmly, "You like riding big horses, don't you? After that, study hard and study hard." Exercise your body, and when you learn it well, mother will buy you a big horse to ride."

The implication is that it is not rare for Song Yuanqing to have horses.

He is a wealthy person, and he won at the starting line as soon as he was born. This is not comparable to ordinary people. Therefore, she can only encourage Su Heng to study culture, exercise well, and if he has skills, let alone a big horse. Three heads and two ends can be bought back.

At this time, there is no need to envy others, is there?

Su Heng felt that what Mother said made sense, so he nodded quickly, "Mother, I will write big characters when I go back, and I have to recite the thousand-character prose."

Just as she was talking, Su Jinxiu saw Su Yu, oh no, now it has become a poplar tree again, and she came back with a bundle on her back.

"Mother, I... I'm going to chop firewood." Yang Shu was uneasy, with an indescribably complicated and entangled mood.

(End of this chapter)