Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 565 What You Do Is Not Important
The voices of teenagers calling for friends could be heard in the distance, and the sound of leisurely footsteps could be heard nearby. Zhao Jian felt emotional in his heart, but he was able to deal with it calmly.

"Boss! Here!" Sister Bell's voice suddenly came from above the col.

It turned out that after a short time, they ran from the nearby sunny hillside to the top of the col.

There is a bamboo forest at the other end of the col, but it is almost May now, and the bamboo shoots have already grown bamboo, so it is impossible for anyone to dig it.

The nearby fungus has already been picked off one after another by the villagers, and the new ones haven't grown well yet, so we can only keep looking for new places in the distance.

Ding Shitou waved to the little girl who jumped up in the distance, and shouted: "Come on!"

After revealing her identity, she continued to speak in men's clothes at first, but later, she regained her female voice.

At this time, she shouted with this voice, her voice was clear and sweet, like an oriole singing a green willow, and the voices of teenagers laughing and joking came from the forest in an instant.

"Boss's voice is really nice! Thanks to her being able to hide it on weekdays!"

"We must have been deaf before. The boss is obviously a little girl, and this voice is obviously a girl's voice, but no one has noticed the clue."

"It's not just deaf, it's also blind. She has been in charge of the class for so long, who found out that she is a girl?"

"How can you blame us for this? If you want to blame it, you can blame it for not being friends enough. If he tells us, we can pay attention to our daily behavior."

"That's right! There's a pretty sister hiding in the house and she doesn't say a word. My mother used to say that I was ignorant. Lao Kua Dingshi is so smart and capable that I should learn a little bit. Now it's fine. She is a girl. How can I learn it?" .”

"Hahahahaha..." Following the boy's complaint, loud laughter came from the forest.

They talked happily, but they forgot that the language of the people in the mountains can be spread farthest, and the people down the mountain can hear what they say on the mountain.

There were a few women who picked fungus and mushrooms in the woods under the hillside. Hearing the laughter from above, they also smiled and looked at Ding Shitou who was coming.

However, when they saw Zhao Jian also coming up the mountain, they swallowed back the teasing and showed surprise instead.

"Ding Shi, why did you bring your husband to the mountain? The mountain road is not easy to walk, so be careful." A daughter-in-law of the Chen family spoke first.

"This girl has always been bold, but what can she do if she brings a blind man up the mountain." Li Wenshi looked around from behind a tree and said carelessly.

Ding Shitou originally greeted everyone with a smile on his face, but when he heard what Li Wenshi said, his expression turned cold.

"It doesn't matter what you do, as long as my husband is happy." Ding Shitou turned his eyes away after finishing speaking, helped Zhao Jian to continue walking up, and smiled nonchalantly, "Cousin, did you hear the birds? It's Cuckoo, right?" .”

"Well, the rain in the sound of cuckoo is full of plows, and it is not only the savages who know that it is not only the savages who know. It is the time for the hoe to turn into a calf."

Zhao Jian's expression was indifferent, as if he was not annoyed by the village woman's words, when Ding Shitou asked about the birdsong, he turned his head to look up.

Because the flock of birds, startled by the talking and laughing of the teenagers, just flew to another forest and croaked cuckoo.I suddenly thought of this poem by the Song people in my heart, and read it out.

Cuckoo prompting plowing is an important thing in agricultural proverbs.Now he lives in the village, and what he faces every day is the idyllic scenery and farm farming.

"A few days ago, I happened to teach the elementary class about the cuckoo. In addition to its role in farming, there are also its origin, aliases, and legends. Everyone almost wiped their tears and said that they would never catch birds again."

(End of this chapter)