Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

"Well, I'll listen to my mother, go to sleep now." After Fu Xinci finished speaking, she also imitated the original body and blessed her body, and retreated.

Out of Fang's sight, Fu Xinci dared to relax.

She really wanted to say that she didn't want to learn the skills necessary for ancient women, needlework.

Alas, but her mother's test was not easy.Don't look at her hiding away today, it's because her mother saw the bruises in her eyes.

If she was full of energy, her mother would definitely not let her go to sleep so easily.

Alas, she was really sleepy, so she just thought of going back to the small building behind to sleep.

At this moment, Yu'er finally invited his grandfather out of the house, and was led out by his little hand.

As Grandpa Meng walked, his grandfather and grandson said, "Grandfather will take you outside to watch their training now, but Yu'er has to remember it well, and you can't run around."

"Grandpa, don't worry, Yu'er will remember."

"Well, our Yu'er is really good."

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Today is the first day of training for the teenagers, Qi Yuanshan took Wang Dabao and Xiao Linzi last night to formulate a step-by-step plan for the teenagers.

When Grandpa Meng came out with Yu'er, he saw Wang Dabao jogging around his yard with the teenagers.

Yu'er saw it, and also swayed her little arms, running round and round around her grandfather just like Brother Qi.

Grandpa Meng pretended to be pitiful with his grandson with a stern face, "Yu'er, don't run around your grandfather anymore. Grandpa is very dizzy now. Yu'er, hurry up and see if grandpa is about to collapse."

Yu'er believed it was true, but she didn't dare to run away. Holding her grandfather's thigh, she raised her face and asked with concern: "Grandfather Yu'er is not running away, is grandfather better?"

"Well, grandfather is much better now."

Looking at his little grandson's worried eyes, Grandpa Meng felt guilty for a moment.But for the sake of his little grandson not to sweat profusely and catch cold after running, his guilt only lasted for more than a breath.

When the teenagers walked in the next round, Grandpa Meng also took Yu'er for a walk in the open space, and then took Yu'er back to the house on the grounds that he was tired.

It was still too cold outside, and Yu'er was young, so it was impossible for Grandpa Meng to let him stay outside for too long.

Although Yu'er was reluctant, he was a filial child. When his grandfather was tired, he would go back to rest with his grandfather, and he would beat his grandfather's legs and back.

When Qi Yuanshan rushed over, the teenagers were resting in the gatehouse.

The concierge of Meng's house is very spacious. There are not only tables and chairs in the room, but also a large kang that can sleep four adults.

Shan Xiaocong was half lying on the big kang, his mouth overflowing with satisfaction. "If only our house was this warm."

"I guess everyone thinks so." Erxi continued, he was very satisfied with the current life.

Last night, although their family of four packed up late, they were almost paralyzed from exhaustion.

But the mood was unprecedentedly good, there was a smile on his mother's face, and his father's eyes kept turning around his mother.

His mother called his father angrily, like a fool.

His father was not annoyed at all when he was called a fool, he approached his mother shamelessly, and his mother's knives flew over one by one.

At that time, he was worried about his father. If his mother's eye knife could hurt others, his father would already be riddled with holes.

Alas, he still couldn't understand the feelings of his parents.

Shan Xiaocong was also happy for his friend, "Er Xi, your family will definitely get better and better in the future."

"Well, my mother said the same thing yesterday."

At noon, Wang Dabao dismissed with a sentence, and Meng Qicheng came over with two wooden barrels.

The first wooden barrel is filled with pieces of steamed and soft corn flour cakes, and the latter wooden barrel is filled with cabbage soup.

Looking at the oil stars floating on the cabbage soup, the faces of the teenagers were full of gratitude.

No matter what their identities were in the past, it was only after arriving in Liaodong that they realized that in the cold winter, if there is no oil in the body, it is really difficult.

Each of them had a bowl of cabbage soup, and the teenagers drank it all up, and their bodies immediately felt warm.

They almost didn't finish their mouths about the yellow corn flour cake, they secretly hid it in their arms, wanting to take it back and share it with the family.

Fu Xinci hid beside the greenhouse, looked at the thinly dressed teenagers, and thought of her friends again.

Tonight, something seems different.Maybe it was because I bought the materials I needed last night, and there were not many people in the trading floor.Only three or five people got together and talked about the recent gossip in Dragon City.

Of course, the crisis was over, and everyone relaxed.

Captain: This situation is very good, they can take the opportunity to act.

It wasn't until Fu Xinci received the note from the captain that she realized that she was thinking too simply.

The captain and the others are right, even if she trades all the long-staple cotton to them, what can they do?Difficult to get into a cotton bag to keep warm?
Thinking of them all wearing white cotton velvet, Fu Xinci felt inexplicably sad.

How to do?
Fortunately, the captain didn't disappoint her, and said to let him and Uncle Sun think about it.

Now that there is a captain and the others to figure out a solution, she can sleep peacefully.Her current body is still a child, and if she doesn't sleep well, she will not grow taller.

However, when this batch of long-staple cotton was harvested, the captain and the others did not think of a feasible solution.

Looking at the cotton piled up as high as a mountain, Fu Xinci panicked even more than they did. Cotton really took up too much space.

Just when she was frowning, she occasionally found that her grandfather was also sighing inexplicably.

"Grandfather, what's the matter with you?" As a considerate little padded jacket, she was very caring.

"Oh, grandpa is fine." Grandpa Meng felt that it would be difficult to handle in the ice and snow, so he didn't want to talk about it.

"Grandfather, you always told my father that one person counts the short, and the other counts the long."

"Okay." Although Grandpa Meng felt that this matter was not easy to solve, but his granddaughter insisted on asking, so he just talked about it.

"I feel pitiful for those children who are training outside. Look at the weather, it's not even ninety-nine days, and they are so cold that they hug each other every day. What if it's thirty-nine days."

The more Grandpa Meng spoke, the more he sighed, "They're all poor and troubled. I've been looking carefully for the past few days. The jackets on them are thinner than the other. It's hard to find a thick jacket that can be heard on the ground." ring."

Fu Xinci: My grandfather is quite good at using words. When the cotton is hardened, don't say hardened, just throw it on the ground and hear it.

Is that still cotton?

Grandpa Meng didn't expect his granddaughter to talk to him either, he just wanted to chatter, so as not to hold back his own good or bad.

After listening to his grandfather complaining, Fu Xinci suddenly had an idea and found a way to consume cotton.