Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 92
It smells so good. The busy little girls looked at the big bones in the pot. They haven't eaten meat for a long time. Will the master let them eat with soup and rice?

"This is ours, I scooped it out alone, little sister, come and eat soon."

There are three tables in the lobby, one for the host, one for the old men, and one for the little girls.

"The rice you made is really delicious and delicious. I'm going to enjoy it now."

Uncle Lang washed his hands and took the rice bowl very politely. These dishes are not common.

"Eat, you're welcome." Sitting on the upper seat, Old Man Wang pushed the vegetable bowl to make it easier for the other party to pick up food.

On the other hand, at the other two tables, the pots were about to turn, and everyone's mouths were dripping with soup, as if they couldn't eat if they were too slow.

After devouring it, I realized that it was not good for me. The owner is still watching, but it is really delicious.

"Don't grab it, we don't keep any unruly people here. I think you should understand."

Li Aling is like a housekeeper, this clean table has been ruined, she can understand but can't indulge.

Hearing the words, everyone began to chew slowly, wiped their mouths consciously, and slowed down their movements. They still knew how to choose between full meal and full meal.

Little Heizi was squatting at An Ran's feet, waiting to be fed. Not a single bone fell from the other two tables, and the rice bowls and dishes were clean.

After eating, An Ran began to take inventory of the warehouse, where she put ingredients and some small household items.

"After washing the bowl, wipe it carefully with a dry cotton cloth before putting it away. It must be cleaned. The stove must be wiped clean so that no grease is left on it. The remaining ingredients must be covered to prevent insects and mice from crawling. ..."

Li Aling personally taught the girls how to do things, how to clean the kitchen, what details need to be paid attention to, and taught the girl named Xiaohong every detail.

Xiaohong nodded, remembering everything in her mind, the host is very clean and particular about it.

Lei Jian locked the door of the warehouse. These things will be used for the opening in a few days. If you want to keep a steady stream, you have to farm the land.

"Brother Jian, take them with you, let's go and see our land." An Ran stepped across the high threshold with a basket full of vegetable seeds on her arm.

"Yongping, I'll leave this place to you. I'll take my sister to see our land." Father Wang pulled up the heels of his half-trodden cloth shoes and slapped the shavings off his clothes.

"Let's go, our land is at the foot of Beishantou outside the city. It's a little farther away, but it's much cheaper."

There were still people coming and going in the city. A carriage was speeding past, rampaging and knocking down many people. The groom waved his hand to get out of the way while controlling the mad horse.

There was also a woman's call from the carriage, and the sound of bumping into the carriage.

A group of servant girls and servants were chasing after the carriage, but they couldn't run away from the mad horse.

Until the horse was pulled by the groom, the carriage stopped in the road, and the jolted woman got out of the carriage, the beaded headdress was intertwined and blocked her face.

"Dog! Can you drive a car? Deliberately murder me and my mother's life!"

The woman is dressed in red soft smoke, overlapping, with large mandalas embroidered on the hem of her clothes, and her makeup is rich and colorful.

"Miss, Ma..."

The groom was kicked several meters away and curled up on the ground clutching his chest.

The woman jumped out of the carriage and opened the curtain of the carriage, and a panicked and graceful woman walked out, with gorgeous jewelry on her head, and a pair of jeweled hands covering her chest.

"Mom, are you okay? This damn thing scared you."

Those who were hit climbed to the side one after another, not daring to go to seek reason, you must know that this is the eldest lady and wife of the state capital.

"Brother Jian, hold me higher, I can't see it."

Lei Jian raised her arms again, why does this little girl like to watch the show so much.

"Ah!" An Ran exclaimed, almost falling backwards.

That woman killed the groom just now with one sword without blinking. This is how she regards human life as nothing.

Lei Jian put the person down from his shoulders. It's better to watch these scenes less, because the powerful and powerful people who treat human life like nothing.

Is no one in charge?Looking at the people around, there is no resentment and accusation that should be there, but more jealousy.

An Ran looked at the blood on the ground and thought for a long time.

After leaving the city gate, the top of the northern hill is a small mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is a continuous land. The land is full of weeds and wild silk hemp. This is the most difficult grass to deal with. The root system is deep and wide. Now it is the weed. When planting seeds, a gust of wind will scatter countless grass seeds, and when it rains, they will take root and germinate.

The old men were also very discerning, digging hard with farm tools, two or three digging and two or three picking grass roots.

An Ran followed the path, and there were people in other fields, they were plowing the fields, and there were no manpower to pull the plows.

There was a man lying under a tree, with a cattail fan in his hand, and a kettle and a handful of peanuts on the small table next to him.

"Go, go, where did you get the girl's film?"

Seeing someone looking at him, the man stood up from his half-lying body. He was not a little slave. He looked like he belonged to a rich family. Why did he run into the fields?

"Uncle, what are you growing?"

An Ran is very good, actively looking for topics, not afraid of this broad-faced and lop-eared person in front of him.

The man said a few perfunctory words, what can be grown in this field, but just look through it and wait for some vegetables to be planted later, and then plant winter wheat in a few days.

An Ran returned to her own field, and the people over there looked over from time to time, and walked over shyly. It turns out that these fields have been bought, and when will these grasses have to be taken care of? something old.

Looking bored, the man walked back to his field, walked around with a whip, and beat anyone who was slower.

"Keep these roots, you pile them all here." An Ran wiped off the soil on the roots with his little hands, put them in his mouth and chewed them.

The old men didn't know what the little doll was going to do, so they piled the picked grass roots neatly together.

The weather after the beginning of autumn is also very hot, and the weather will only get cooler after a rain.

"Old Zhang, how are you doing?"

While digging, a skinny old man collapsed on the ground, his face was hot and red, his whole body was convulsed and convulsed, foaming at the mouth.

An Ran jumped off the ground and drove the others away, this was epilepsy.

"Don't touch him!"

Several old men looked anxiously in their hearts. Are they just looking at it like this?It's also good to lift the person to a place out of the sun.

An Ran didn't let the man move, turned the man to the front, waited for a long time to twitch before stepping forward, the old man in front of him slowed down, and his clenched teeth loosened.

"Go over there and rest."

Several old men helped the man under the tree, but they did not dare to delay their work.

"Did you have this disease before?"

The old man bent down and sat under the tree, nodding his head. He had this disease since he was a child, and he would recover from convulsions for a while. If the convulsions were severe, he might die. He used to take medicine to hang himself, but now the seizures are frequent .

"What are you doing?"

"I'm rested."

"You don't want to die." An Ran looked at the old man who stood up and was about to go to the ground with a hoe. She was not a colonist.

"Thank you, miss." The old man wiped the corners of his eyes, and just rested for a while, picking up grass roots after everyone. This job should be a little easier.

(End of this chapter)