Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Early the next morning, a dozen or so men picked up big bamboo baskets and set out to pick duckweed. At the same time, large paddy fields were opened to release water.

The water level of the newly opened ditch gradually rises under the sun, and the muddy muddy water gradually settles and becomes clear.

The task of the Lin family was finished three days in advance, and in the remaining two days, the mother, daughter, and Song Ersao worked hard to make shortbread with bean paste.

Members are busy going up and down the mountain or staying at home doing household crafts to increase their income. Few people notice that the chimney of the Lin family is full of smoke almost from morning till night.

There are more and more bamboo baskets hanging from the beams in the warehouse, and the aroma of cakes can be smelled as soon as the door is opened.

There were seven or eight more bicycles in the village, because the mountain roads were not open to traffic, and from the commune to the brigade, they could only ride two-wheeled ones.

The city production team and county publicity team observed on the spot, accompanied by the brigade captain and brigade secretary, and the busiest ones were Song Yi and Zhong Weiguo.

As the production team leader, Song Yi has to take a tour and introduce various paddy fields after rectification, and also report on the paddy beds that are preparing to start work.

Zhong Weiguo, as the most cultured existence among the cadres of the production team, the work of the propaganda team in the reception county fell on his head.

The arrival of the publicity group made the whole village tense, and more excited.

Especially the children, who followed them everywhere, staring curiously at the cameras hanging around their necks.

When the members working at home saw them coming home, they were so excited that they didn't know where to put them.

"Do you want to. Do you want to change, change your clothes?"

Aunt Honghua stood at the door of the house, stammering nervously, secretly asking Zhong Weiguo.

In the morning, I was assigned to dig holes in the fields to release water. Now I just came back to make lunch covered in mud, and saw a young woman in a white shirt and black pants sitting at home.

His wife was pouring water for her to drink, and the granddaughter blushed from the suffocation and put the snack plate on the table, not daring to breathe.

"No need, just be what you usually are, seek truth from facts." Zhong Weiguo, who was sitting at the door, waved his hands with a smile.

"Ai, ai, ai." Aunt Honghua casually wiped the sweat off her face, and carefully stepped across the threshold with a hoe on her shoulder.

"Haha, Aunt Honghua is still carrying a hoe when she enters the house."

A group of little peas surrounded by the sunba at the door covered their mouths and stretched their necks to look in.

"Mother, don't be nervous, let's chat as usual, okay?"

The young woman is fair-skinned and wears a pair of metal-rimmed glasses. Her long hair is tied behind her head with a black bow, and the rolled-up hair is wrapped in a hairnet.

She spoke standard Mandarin and had a peaceful smile, but her clean and decent attire and the sense of intellectual distance exuded from the inside out still made Aunt Honghua very nervous, she sat shyly on the small bench and nodded with a stiff smile.

As usual, I asked a few questions about the production team's labor and people's livelihood, and made notes in the notebook while asking. Even though Aunt Honghua stuttered, she always smiled.

Zhong Weiguo translated a sentence or two in dialect from time to time.

"Okay, now we're going to take pictures, don't be nervous."

"Ah... Then, shall we stand up? Stand, where to stand?"

"No, what we want to shoot is life-like shots, so we don't need to be too deliberate."

Aunt Honghua rubbed the corners of her clothes, she didn't quite understand, she looked at Zhong Weiguo with eyes asking for help.

Zhong Weiguo scratched his head and thought for a while, "So, Aunt Honghua, you can pick beans in a bamboo basket. Xiaomei sits there braiding the straw hat, Uncle Mugen, find a broken basket to mend."

After some arrangements, several people quickly cooperated.

"Come, look at the camera, smile, laugh happily. Okay~ come~ make it brighter, life is very happy, full of hope for the future."

Zhong Weiguo looked at the half-squatting woman and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Director Lu, can you be more down-to-earth?

Just tell them to grin their mouths wide open?
With the scorching sun in the sky and the smoke rising from every house, Xiao Dongming walked briskly to Lin's house with a load of baskets.

Passing by a house, I saw half-grown children and little Douding surrounded by the door, I glanced at it and didn't pay attention.

Taking advantage of everyone's free time today, I went to Lin's house to pick up his cart, and then went to Song Huaying's house to pull straw hat braids.

Otherwise, starting tomorrow, they will have another labor task.

More importantly, he also brought a small thing that was guaranteed to make Lin Yulan scream.

Walking into Lin's house, there was no one in the main room, and the sound came from the backyard.

He put away the baskets, took off the straw hat and hung it on the wall, carried a small basket and hid it behind him, and walked into the backyard with a smile on his face.

Several benches were placed in the yard, several bamboo drying racks were set up, and many roots and tubers were spread on them.

There was a piece of herbal medicine on the ground.

The person I want to see is sitting at the door of the kitchen bending over to wash vegetables.

She seems to be particularly afraid of heat, and she dresses casually at home and doesn't like to wear long sleeves.

The fluffy and lazy flower ball head is paired with loose goose-yellow small stand-up collar seersucker short sleeves, and two ribbons hang from the bow on the elastic cuffs.

The fresh and beautiful young girl's delicate and pretty feeling blows over her face.

The feeling of being watched was very strong, Lin Yulan raised her head to meet the person who was smiling at her at the entrance of the hallway, rolled her eyes, and continued to wash the vegetables with her head down, not wanting to answer him at all.

Xiao Dongming was stunned for a moment, why is this little aunt in a bad mood again?

He bent his mouth helplessly, walked over and squatted down, smiling softly, "Who made you angry again~"

"Hmph!" Lin Yulan only replied nasally.

If it wasn't for eating a peach just now and lacking confidence, it would have been a shame not to splash water with vegetable leaves on his face for this kind of man who is greedy for her body.

Just don't talk to him!
"I brought you something, I promise you like it, do you want to see it?"

"Humph!"

She twisted her body and changed the other direction, leaving only the back of his head.

"Meow~"

The baby cat meowed from behind, and a fair and beautiful hand carried a small and cute rattan basket around her eyes.

The little black and gray striped raccoon cat was pawing at the edge of the basket, its pure white paws seemed to be wearing a pair of white gloves, its big piercing eyes were moist and shiny, and it tilted its head slightly to look at Lin Yulan curiously.

"Meow~" it called softly.

Lin Yulan blinked and blinked, eyes full of joy, suddenly her face collapsed, she got up and ran into the kitchen with a mournful face, tearing at the corner of Lin Yuzhu's clothes.

"Sister...he doesn't talk about martial arts...the cute little milk cat meows at me, who can resist this..."

I really want to pinch its little jiojio and little ears...

woo woo woo...

"Calm down, hold on. I'll help you get angry, and you continue to maintain the flower of Gaoling."

Lin Yuzhu handed her the spatula, wiped her hands on the apron and walked to the door.

"Sister-in-law Yi, I thought you would be caught by mice if you eat too much here, so I brought you a cat here." Xiao Dongming smiled brightly, and held a small basket in front of her, "My third uncle's family's The kitty, only three months old, is very powerful, and even caught a mouse yesterday."

The little milk cat is fluffy, the lanugo has not changed, and it looks soft.

The fish soup in the pot was gurgling and wafting with fragrance, it raised its small head and sniffed it carefully, then opened its big round eyes and called out softly to Lin Yuzhu.

She stretched out her index finger to scratch its little head, and the little guy lowered his head and rubbed against her finger, meowing non-stop, and the baby's voice melted her heart.

"It's good, I'm missing a cat."

I'm sorry sister, I can't refuse angrily!

A little milk cat who can act like a spoiled child, who can stand this!