Shoufu's favored wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 67, fate is not fair
It was dawn, and Xiaoqing woke up reflexively. She used ten seconds to regain consciousness in her brain, and then took three deep breaths.

Meditate: exert force, get up!
She has always been like this.

His body was not as heavy as he had imagined, but rather relaxed and refreshed after a good night's sleep.

Looking at someone who was sleeping like a dead pig beside him, he sighed in his heart at the injustice of fate, so he crept over and got down to the ground.

As soon as the steamed buns were steamed, the brothers came over.

Xiaoqing packed up a small bag of dried blueberries, a bag of dog urine moss that was dried on the stove yesterday, a big bag of wild ferns, and went to the paddy field next to the river to touch a basket of loach.

This thing grows really fast, and within a few days, the muddy ground made them drill a lot of holes, maybe how many eggs were laid in it, and if the weather is warmer, it will grow a pond.

When the land is frozen in winter, this thing can still go deep into hibernation, and the eggs will hatch after the weather warms up, which can be said to be endless.

The reason why I chose the side of the river ditch is that if this thing can be drilled through the river embankment, everyone in the village can fish it in the future.

Xiaoqing's act of kindness at this time really saved many families in the catastrophe three years later, but this is all for later.

I heard that there were hundreds of piglets, and Lao Qi was clamoring to follow them, so the eldest brother drove Xiaoqing and Lao Qi to Lizheng's house to pick them up.

Li Zheng, Sun Ming and Wang Guihua packed up early in the morning and waited for the car to arrive.

Sun Ming was still wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, which was hollow, with the collar and cuffs leaking air, so greasy that he couldn't see the color, and he was chattering endlessly with a cigarette pouch in his mouth. His old face was black and yellow with smoke.

The chubby Wang Osmanthus was busy filling the bag with cakes, and it seemed that it took some effort to go back and forth.

"Auntie, you left in a hurry yesterday. I didn't have time to pack it for you. I just brought you the small fruit soaked in water yesterday, and some mushrooms and wild vegetables. It just so happens that I don't have any vegetables at the moment, so I'll be in the car today." Bring it to you."

"Hey, girl, you think your aunt is an outsider, don't you want to get things here next time, how much can we two immortals eat and drink, you have a long life!"

"Immortal" Sun Ming rolled his eyes straight, but didn't dare to say anything, and knocked on the cigarette pouch: "Let's go!"

Now it has entered the spring sowing period, which is the busiest season for the villagers except for the autumn harvest.

The rations of the old farmer's family are all on this one-third of an acre of land. In the spring, you spend a little more effort to straighten the land, and in the fall, the thick soil will return you a little more food.

When encountering those who are unwilling to work hard, the land is really sparse and long. There are many people who don’t work hard in spring and have red eyes in autumn.

Every household was busy going in and out, carrying hoes and water, and went to their own fields to work hard.

I saw Brother Xiaoqing driving the car, but I couldn't see who was sitting in the car.

"Fourth family, your seeds are all ready, if not enough, I will go to Mrs. Zhao Zhao to talk about it."

With dark creases on his face, Sun Ming turned half of his face to Xiaoqing, telling her what to say, but he turned towards the front of the car.

"Uncle Lizheng, don't worry, my family is ready, and our brothers are also ready. This year, I will interplant soybeans and corn at home, and the harvest will be doubled. It's just that there are not many good fields, and they are still paddy fields and fields behind." That piece of wasteland is the main one, but this year my family doesn’t grow rice, and the manpower can’t keep up.”

Xiaoqing was looking for an opportunity to talk to Li Zheng about this kind of thing.

There is only so much land in every household. In fact, it is not that there is no wasteland, nor can it be reclaimed. It is just that there is so much labor, and not every family can afford to buy oxen and plows.

(End of this chapter)