Across the Stars

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Into the safe zone, Hua Ran took the supplies home, and Luo Hang and his wife went to Robbie’s house to harvest the grains in the yard.

The ears of corn are mostly dried and need to be dried for another day. The wheat harvest is just like that for the autumn harvest. It is harvested in the evening, and it will be spread again the next morning.

So, harvest it before the dew falls at night, and spread it out the next day until it is dried.

The crops are boring and tiring, but that’s how the delicious rice comes.

Or you can buy food grown by planting robots. That kind of food is delicious and you can remember it for a lifetime. No matter how cheap and good-looking, no one who has eaten it has a deep memory.

Just a little bit, silly.

Qi Yan took advantage of the time to water the vegetable garden at the door in the evening, glanced at Robbie’s house from the door, went home and carried a small wooden shovel to help. After entering the door and saying hello, the child began to pile grain ears in the middle.

Luo Hang raised his eyebrows. He was very surprised that the child could do farm work. It can be seen that he did not work much.

“You are only five years old!” Guan Zhuting asked the child with a good impression.

Qi Yan said “um” and replied: “I am five years old.”

“I’m so capable at five years old. Your mother is really blessed.” Guan Zhuting picked it up and listened nicely. Said.

Next, I only heard the sound of grains being brushed. Luo Hang and Qi Yan used wooden branches to pick them up and the other with a small wooden shovel. Guan Zhuting looked for the broom and followed the millet grains on the ground.

Robbie doesn’t care about this, she takes care of the spirit plant, throws it into the furnace cauldron for refining, turns around and puts the brocade rags on the table, wondering how to cut the scissors.

After the brocade made two small jerseys, there is not much fabric left. It is not easy to cut out a new dress for the orange spoon. It is necessary to stitch together or design a new style.

For example, a small coat with a small skirt, this should be enough to make a living.

As for the gender of the orange spoon? Is it suitable to wear a small skirt? Robbie doesn’t care, anyone who makes the fabric not enough orange spoons has to wear clothes. A small skirt is good.

There is a preliminary style in his mind, but Robbie is hesitant to cut.

Even if she is proficient in this area, she can’t help worrying before cutting the scissors, after all, the fabric is not ample. Scissors are not bad for frizzy, as long as she is not afraid of messing with the only fabric, let the orange spoon hang rags and go out.

Robbie can’t do anything about kidding. It’s too wicked, even if the orange spoon doesn’t understand Haolai.

Robbie cuts off the small piece of cloth first, puts a useful piece together, and collects the fabric.

As a result, Robbie was very happy. There were three larger pieces of brocade fabric. It was almost enough to make a small tabard. The other pieces of fabric can be spliced ​​together to make a belt.

As a result, the gown and skirt are still dead.

After cutting, Robbie took the needle and thread to sew, halfway through, she turned her head to look at the furniture cauldron.

According to the past, it should have been frying, but it has not been fried until now. What does this mean? Robbie put down the work in his hand and walked over and guided the fire source to continue refining. After another half an hour, if the furnace cauldron does not fry, the furnace will succeed.

Half an hour later, Robbie withdrew from the fire, feeling unspeakably happy. After refining for so long, he finally succeeded.

It didn’t matter that she was happy, she ran to Luo Hang and his wife to talk endlessly.

What can Robbie talk about? After complaining about this or that, she could even count the faults of the orange spoon. And her grandfather, Chen Zhima, who had rotten corn, pulled out all the blame.

Robbie picks his grandfather’s fault, pick one by one.