Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 10 The Bamboo House

Does he like her?

No way, I am a widow and have two children, and I am ugly!

Oh no, it's not ugly now, half a month ago, the birthmark disappeared with the night of making a sound...

Forget it, don't think too much about it, the strands of fresh meat in front of her can't be wasted in her hands, after all, raising a baby is important.

"What color clothes does the mother want?"

Not feeling his mother's distraction at all, Zhang Qincai was so excited to choose the cloth in front of him, he was a little dazzled for a while.

"Just the brown one, it's dirt-resistant!"

"Then I'll help my mother make the bed!" Hu Zi was afraid that he would be useless, so he hurried forward to take the cotton wool that Uncle Jing Yuan had just put down~
At noon, the four of them simply cleaned up. Zhang Xiaolan cracked a few bird eggs and put them in a basin, mixed them with chopped wild potato leaves and flour, then poured some lard into the pan, and put the rubbed The good noodles are put into the pot

"Wow~ it smells so good"

Huzi couldn't help smelling the smell, his stomach was rumbling, and he blushed so hard that he didn't dare to look at the faces of his eldest sister and mother, but Uncle Jing Yuan kept tossing bamboo at the entrance of the cave.

"Mother, where did this lard come from?" Zhang Qincai couldn't help being curious

"It was given by the store, and I exchanged it with our sweet potatoes." Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help recalling the middle-aged old man, who couldn't stand his softness, and gave her this can of lard cruelly, thinking At this scene, I couldn't help but smile.

"very nice"

"It's ready, go ask your Uncle Jing Yuan to have dinner!"

"Oh~ it smells so good!"

Seeing that the two children ate three flatbreads in a row, Zhang Xiaolan put the last piece of flatbread into Jing Yuan's bowl.

"I'm full, feed the two children"

He was about to give the biscuits in the bowl to the two children when Zhang Xiaolan stopped him, "Be good, they eat a lot, and you only ate three flour biscuits in the whole noon. You are an adult, and you do hard work, so you can't hungry"

Seeing this scene, the two children couldn't help feeling embarrassed, it was so delicious, and they couldn't hold back their words just now, but now they heard what their mother said, and hurriedly said: "Yes, Uncle Jing Yuan should eat more, our family You still have to rely on Uncle Jing Yuan to open up wasteland and cultivate land."

He was embarrassed by the little eyes of the two babies and refused again, so he bit it down~
Just now he did see the two of them eating with relish, and he couldn't bear to eat two more bites, because he was a big man, and he couldn't die of hunger.

Seeing him eating, Zhang Xiaolan smiled and continued to chew the noodles in the bowl, thinking that since everyone likes noodles so much, she can make more in the future.

For five whole days~ Huzi followed Jing Yuan and held hands behind Jing Yuan's back. Seeing the same small bamboo house this day, even Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help admiring, Jing Yuan's hands really gave her a great surprise.

Although it is cool in the cave, it will be a pain in the winter. The wind at the entrance of the cave is strong, and it is too humid inside. Even her knees have some rheumatic problems. It is estimated that the original owner did not wear dry shoes a few times, which caused this body. The foundation is not good.

"Mother, Uncle Jing Yuan's skills are amazing"

"may not"

While looking at the scene outside the cave, the two mothers kept embroidering the clothes in their hands. Since returning from the town, this is the second set of clothes that Zhang Xiaolan has made. Seeing that her daughter has rushed to make three sets of clothes in the past few days , and she has just finished a set, and she can't help but feel that this job is really suitable for her.

"Mom, you embroidered wrong again"

When I was in a panic, I was disrupted by my daughter, "Ah, I dismantled it and started over again"

Seeing her mother like this, Zhang Qincai understands her mother's thoughts to some extent. Although she is only 12 years old, her cousin who was two years older than her in the village was also engaged. She still vaguely understands the love between men and women. Looking at Uncle Jing Yuan who is busy in the distance...

(End of this chapter)