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Chapter 317 Fishing in troubled waters

The vast fields outside were busy and lively, and oil lamps were lit up at the foot of the mountain, and a small figure began to run in.

Guan Ping'an prepared his midnight snack and foot soaking potion, left the outer room, and took advantage of the moonlight to climb up the ladder leaning against the corn building, standing at a high place and looking out.

A moment later, under the hazy moonlight, a small hand reached into the building, and the corn cob inside disappeared in an instant and appeared in a blink of an eye.

Guan Ping'an "looked" at the corn cobs covered with corn in the front yard of the bamboo house with satisfaction, and then looked at the corn cobs in the building, and slid to the ground.

Before leaving, she did not forget to move the ladder away. Hehe... She didn't let her late father take the opportunity to run up and pinch a handful of corn?

Although the autumn wind is strong enough to dry the corn that is so high, it can compare to her little gourd.

It is equivalent to six or seven suns outside the world exposed to the sun, and it is crisp and crisp. In two days, she can gently tap it with a small wooden stick...&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The corn kernels will fall like raindrops, and they will be put into sacks and stored in the basement. Even if they add more, they will not be as eye-catching as if they are exposed and piled in the yard.

Similarly, Guan Ping'an entered the warehouse and moved all the sorghum heads, soybeans that had been dried before, and the peanuts that had just been harvested today to the ground of the backyard of the bamboo house to dry.

After this, she couldn't stop. The more she felt that she had to dry everything early while her parents were doing the clock, otherwise she would suffer after an autumn rain.

Of course, Guan Ping'an absolutely does not admit that the restlessness arose in her heart whenever she glances at the leaves that have begun to turn yellow and red in Yunshan.

Locked the door of the warehouse, closed Ping'an's footsteps and walked to the backyard without hesitation, and put the corn stems and sorghum stalks into the small gourd to dry.

This gotten away all of a sudden.

She really can't live without the door of the house, and she dare not enter Xiaohulu. If her brother has something to do, she will not hear Xiaohei's barking.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In front of the eaves at the door of the outer room, a broken mat was unfolded, and a little girl was sitting on a small stool waving a small wooden stick.

Moonlight, this villain is doing a lot of work.

As the corn grains on the corn cobs fell, the smile on her face became brighter. When she listened carefully, she could hear the minor tone she changed the lyrics without authorization...

"Lalala, Lalala, I am a capable little expert. I will wait for work tomorrow, and I will be very sprinting. Today's work is really good tomorrow. I can't escape it in just a few strokes..."

Look sarcastically ~

There was actually a silly squirrel holding his stinky feet and kept rolling on the mat with a mat.

The night is getting thicker and thicker...

The little man finally yawned, blinked, looked up and glanced at the gate.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Squeak squeak..." When the little squirrel saw her stop, he rushed to her feet and bit her trouser legs, stretched out his claws and pointed at the gate pitifully.

Guan Ping'an yawned again, finally put down the wooden stick in his hand, picked up the small stool and walked out of the mat. He squatted down his little hand and touched the mat and disappeared immediately.

The little squirrel followed her closely and saw that she was walking towards the backyard. She was so anxious, "Zhizhizhi..."

"It'll be fine soon."

It was indeed soon, the corn stems and sorghum stalks were taken out again, and when they were poured back, they passed through the warehouse, and the sorghum heads, soybeans and peanuts were taken out again.

But Xiao Hei is impatient!

——You are back in the inner room, endless, right?!

Guan Ping'an glanced speechlessly at the younger brother who wanted to bite her trouser legs: Who is the boss? Do you still want to get through? I will pull out all the hair on your body!&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Xiao Hei inexplicably understood the threat in her eyes and squeaked aggrievedly. Where did he agree to take me to the world and establish a mountain?

Ho~

Guan Ping'an was finally able to prepare and picked up his younger brother and left the house.

Under the night, against the backdrop of the sparkling light and noise outside, the foot of the mountain seemed so quiet. No wonder her, one of her little brothers and two little brothers ran out.

Why don’t you know when it’s dark to go to bed?

They are all used to it!

On the threshing ground, there were crowds of people coming and going, and there were also hill-like wheat piles erected around them, and there were many children running and playing.

The old man watching the scene and the adults pulling the cart were all sweating profusely, but no one said that they were working hard, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

Such a life is really a success.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Guan Ping'an looked around carefully and didn't find her brother and Heizi. He probably went to the wheat field or went to play with his friends.

At the gate of the yard behind the wheat field, the head of the old Ma family, Mr. Zhao, and a Master Ma San, were sitting there. The three of them were each long wooden warehouse and were flying in the clouds.

Seeing this, Guan Ping'an trotted around the edge of the wheat field, "Hello, great grandpa."

Mr. Zhao nodded and patted the stone beside him, "One acre of wheat can produce more than 3 stones. If you are tired, you will feel at ease."

Guan Ping'an sat obediently beside him and smiled when he heard this. One stone of grain is equivalent to about 12 o kilograms, and 3 stones are equivalent to 36 o kilograms. If it is more, it is about 4 o kilograms?

That was a great harvest.

You said that there was still a yield of 10,000 jin acres in the past few years?&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Nonsense!

Her little gourd's black soil is not so exaggerated!

Since ancient times, it has been a good year. An ordinary acre of land can only make wheat with a little more than one stone, and it will only cost 200 to 300 kilograms if it exceeds the sky.

If they are all high-yield, the village will not mainly grow corn and sweet potatoes. Who doesn’t know that flour and rice are fine grains, and the price is much more expensive.

The old patriarch Ma squinted his old eyes and looked into the sky, "Okay."

Guan Ping'an didn't understand this, nor did he know what the old man said, God was jealous, or the weather was good next, but he didn't thank her 100% of the time.

Should she continue next year?

Forget it, she is a famous little Peter Pan in the world who does good deeds without leaving any name.

Guan Ping'an's little hands followed the little squirrel's hair one after another, blinking his eyes, and quietly listening to the three old men chatting.

Very sleepy ~

When will her parents end?

Just as she was about to sneak away to find her brother, Mr. Zhao suddenly sounded...

"What do you think when you sit here and watch the big guy?"

Guan Ping'an turned his head and looked at the old man, making sure he really said to him.

"tired!"

"Um?"

"bitter!"

Mr. Zhao nodded and patted her head with his big hand, "You have not experienced the real hard days, and your father and the others can still remember that your generation is all lucky children."

Even if you have money, you can't use it. You're so frustrated!

"What did you do at home today?"

Of course, Guan Ping'an knew that the old man was not asking her about food, drink, defecation, "I squatted for an hour in the morning, practiced for an hour in the stance, and ran for half an hour."

"Don't let go of the busy farming period during this period." The old man smiled satisfied, "Are you sleepy now? Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Guan Ping'an stood up intently and patted his little body repeatedly, "Grandpa, I'm in energy."

Mr. Zhao forced himself to smile, "Are you afraid of watching the patrol?"

"Not afraid!"

"good!"
Chapter completed!
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