Transcending into a goddess farmer

Chapter 22
"No one called me." The shrew turned around in confusion.

Qin Miao smiled, "That's probably because I misunderstood."

The vixen wanted to ask Qin Miao again, but Qin Miao was too lazy to chatter here, turned around and left, "Auntie, do your work, I'll go to the east of the village to bask in the sun."

"This stinky girl, why is she acting weird today?" Shrew Zhang looked at Qin Miao's back and said to herself.Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence was finished, I suddenly felt a little itchy on my neck and hands.Subconsciously, I reached out to scratch, but the more I scratched, the more itchy, not only my neck and hands itched, but my arms and face also started to itch!
With clothes on, it was inconvenient to tickle, so the shrew Zhang immediately went back to the courtyard, closed the courtyard door with a bang, and began to scratch.

The time came to noon a little bit.

The meat and bones of Qin Miao's family were finally stewed. Qin Miao came back from the field with her father and two elder brothers.After cleaning up the shrew in the morning, she went to her own field to help her father and brothers with work.Perhaps it was because they knew that there was meat for lunch, and everyone was very motivated. What was supposed to be a whole day's work was completed in only half a day.

Several people walked home from the field carrying farm tools. Dad was in a good mood and said that according to this progress, wheat could be sown the day after tomorrow.Then the eldest brother and the second brother began to plan to sell sweet potatoes in the town after planting the wheat.

The mother in the family has already divided the meat and bones into everyone's bowls, and sweet potato cakes are placed in the center of the dining table. Everyone put away the farm tools, washed their hands and faces, and started a hearty lunch.

When the Qin family was eating happily, the shrew Zhang next door was lying on the bed and rolling.

Itchy, itchy all over!In the meantime, he scratched the skin, scratched the skin, scratched and bled, but he continued to scratch as if he didn't know the pain, and called Xiao Zhu while scratching: "Itchy! It's killing me, Xiao Zhu, hurry up!" Come and scratch my back, it really tickles me to death..."

Xiaozhu didn't know why his mother was like this, he was going to go out to play with the young master of the landlord's family, but his mother didn't know why he ended up like this.For a while, he was asked to help scratch the itch, and for a while, he felt that he was scratching the itch and pushed him away, and now he was asked to help scratch the back, Xiao Zhu was in a dilemma, whether to scratch or not to scratch.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang said itchy again: "No, it's too itchy, I can't take it anymore, Xiaozhu, take a knife, maybe it won't itch after cutting this piece of meat..."

Cutting flesh with a knife?Mother is not crazy?Xiao Zhu didn't dare to stay at home anymore, so he ran out, and told his father, let him go find a doctor!

However, in Qin Miao's family, the whole family ate meat and bones, drank a bowl of radish bone soup, and ate some sweet potato cakes. They felt full and comfortable, and then began to take a nap.Because the efficiency of work in the morning is extremely high, there is a lot of time left at noon. If you eat too much, you will inevitably feel sleepy, so Dad nodded, and everyone took a nap before going to work in the field.

I ate enough meat at noon, and took a nap again. My work efficiency in the afternoon was only higher than that in the morning.When it was dark, I packed up the farm tools and went home. My mother had already prepared a sumptuous dinner, including roasted pork belly with potatoes, coarse grain cakes, and millet porridge.

Qin Miao took a coarse grain cake and inspected it. The coarse flour mixed with bran baked the cake, and there was no coarse bran in it, which meant that the taste would be much better, so she felt relieved.

In the afternoon, the farm work was in full swing, and the meat at noon was almost digested. At this moment, the second brother Qin Shaolian looked at the pot of potatoes and roasted pork belly, and his mouth watered. Not necessarily edible.

(End of this chapter)