But Guan Ping'an was even more upset.

"sword?"

"Yes, it's the sword. My disciples respect me. It is said to be the Seven-Star Sword. How about it? Have you ever heard of this thing?"

When Guan Ping'an heard the conversation in the landlord's house, he frowned. She had a soft sword, which was the self-defense object that her master had put a lot of effort into preparing for her.

Unfortunately, I can't go out now, otherwise I would have to find it back. Her father is now forgetting the past, but she said that the sword is there.

Well, I will never be a good person.

Mr. Zhao from the East House squinted at one of the old men, "Have you read too many stories? You have the Seven-Star Sword, why don't you just say it's Chengying Sword?"

An old man sitting cross-legged on the kang grabbed the old man who was about to be furious, "How old are you two? Why are you still the same?"

"Old man Luo, what did this immortal say? I took the train for two days and two nights to see him, and he even showed his face to me."

"Who is showing your face to you? You should also say something more reliable. I just said I wanted you to stay here, but do you think I was not well served?"

"You told my son!"

"I want to practice two moves?"

"Who is afraid of whom!"

The old man, known as Old Man Luo, was amused and laughed and angrily stretched his legs and kicked them both, "I said you two are almost the same. The younger generation is in the outer room."

"Hmph, I don't have the same knowledge as him."

Mr. Zhao also rolled his eyes at the roof.

"Haha... Okay, let's talk about the main business. Lao Zhao, please think about it carefully. Have you seen this sword in the early years?"

Mr. Zhao glanced at the short sword on the kang table, "I really don't, I use a big knife if you know. You guys are running over here for this?"

"Not it. Old Chen's little grandson happened to get married next month. I thought that we were the old guys, too."

Mr. Zhao smiled at Mr. Chen with a funny look, "Where is it? I'll go ask for a wedding wine to drink."

"Do you dare not try it? My child is in the suburbs of your provincial capital. He booked a good day for the next twelve months, which made me feel relieved.

The little bastard is almost forty before he is willing to get married, otherwise I wouldn't want to come."

Mr. Zhao smiled, "Listen, Old Man Luo, you are just kind-hearted, and they don't look down on us at all. I don't want to come here yet."

Mr. Luo changed the topic and talked nonsense again. He had to make trouble again. Old Man Chen’s Tai Chi was in vain. Why did he lose his skills as soon as he saw Lao Zhao?

"Old Bai, don't worry about watching the show, talk to Lao Zhao."

The thin old man, known as Lao Bai, squeaked the cigarette and smiled when he heard it, "You said the same."

"What's the matter?"

Mr. Luo waved his hand and interrupted Mr. Zhao, "Tomorrow is Lao Bai's seventy years old. He is here to invite you and your sister-in-law to have a drink."

Mr. Zhao glared at him angrily, "I said seventy years ago, he said seventy years ago?"

"Is that Lao Fang?" Old Master Luo slapped his forehead as if it was very true, "I'm so confused and have no memory, Lao Fang, please say."

"Okay, you're making things difficult for them. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go while it's not dark."

Mr. Zhao quickly grabbed Mr. Chen, "Where are you going? My old woman is already cooking, no matter what, she stayed for a night tonight."

"It's too late, there are still a few people in the county waiting for us to have supper."

"Who?"

"Stop worrying, call my sister-in-law and let's go quickly. My wife is still waiting in the guesthouse."

Don't, continue talking.

After finally coming from another place, she still wants to hear it.

Guan Ping'an patted his short legs in annoyance...

I finally looked forward to it. I finally grew one year old, but it still seems that it is not possible. Before I grew up in my teens, her parents will definitely not let her go out.

well……

If you die, the sword should be buried with you, right?

wrong.

The small gourd just ran away.

cao!

Who dug her grave?

Mr. Zhao and his wife were finally pulled into the carriage and left.

Before leaving, the old lady said that she would take her out until the wedding banquet next month. What should they do next?

The so-called people naturally include her, Guan Ping'an and his brothers, and they have to continue practicing what they should do. But at least she doesn't have to drink the leaves and change them to boiled water.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the yangge team was disbanded this year, and even the stilts were taken back to the team for unified custody. Aunt Feng was finally relieved when she stepped on stilts.

But the team started to live again.

Because there was a working group to check the accounts.

Therefore, some strong laborers are using large iron picks to dig manure, some half-pull laborers cooperate with sledge to deliver manure to the ground, and some start to select seeds.

The place where the production brigade picked seeds was not in the yard, and now the large kang pavilion was freed for the working group, and the three production brigades had to choose their own territory.

The first production team chose the wing room of the Laoma Family Ancestral Hall, which is the previous literacy classroom. Ye Xiuhe was here to select the seeds.

Many of the seeds are farm varieties that have been preserved for many years, and a small number of them are hybrid varieties distributed by the commune technical station in recent years.

When it comes to choosing seeds, the range of choices may be limited, that is, pass through the sieve, then use a dustpan to shake it, and then start picking out impurities and broken particles manually.

Now the literacy class has ended.

——It has to end if it doesn’t end. The New Year is not only the children’s hearts are flying, but even the old and young women in every household are busy.

And the final result?

It is said that one-third of people have obtained the junior literacy certificate; find a way to make up for the rest, otherwise they will really lose all points when the work scores are evaluated this year.

When Guan Ping'an came over, her mother Ye Xiuhe was still picking.

There is no kang inside, just a brazier. In fact, it is quite cold. The only advantage is that the three production teams are separated, and the annoying people in the nursing home are not in front of you.

If this is usually the style of Captain Ma and his team, he can register all kinds of seed weights and then concentrate on working in a relatively spacious home.

But now?

From the captain to the branch secretary to the accounting warehouse security personnel, they all act like quails. Everyone listened to their working group and looked forward to sending these ancestors away soon.

"Mom, it's time."

Ye Xiuhe looked up at the surroundings with a blank look, moving her sore neck, "It's really dark, I can't leave after the whistle sounds."

"good."

Guan Ping'an admired her mother very much. In such a noisy atmosphere, her mother could work until she was fully focused. She was really drunk~

Who is not fucking his hands and talking about something missing? Just her mother is more serious than the old nuns who knocked wooden fish in nunners and recited scriptures before.

"Have you seen your brother?"

“At home.”

"Didn't go out to play?"

"Yeah, that."

The friends who were close to her brother had already gone to school, and the remaining young ones were not happy to play with them, so he went to read his book again.
Chapter completed!