Tian Shengli didn't dare to underestimate the child. Just like the young master of Qi who moved into the Guan family, he was obviously one year younger than his son, but it was different.

stable!

Too stable!

And that little girl?

After hearing what his son said at this moment, Tian Shengli subconsciously flashed Guan Ping'an's little look in his mind and smiled thoughtfully.

Every time I see Guan Youshou holding the little girl, she looks like a child is delicate, but don’t forget how this village evaluates the twins of the Guan family.

——These two children are a powerful labor force, capable and sensible. Have you seen the herbal medicine team in our village?

——The two children from the third family followed the third family. Don’t look at them as young as they are very quick to work. The girls in his family are all caught at home and outside.

——Are you used to it? I want to be accustomed to the movies of a few little girls at home, but how can people compare with others? Children with bigger fucks are more terrifying.

——Not the third and a couple of children who spoiled their children. Have you calculated that little girl in his family? How many labor points did she secretly save in a year?

Moreover, Tian Shengli always felt that Mr. Zhao, including Mrs. Zhao, always avoided mentioning the little girl in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally.

It is not very strange that a little girl can be favored by her parents. After all, it is not that parents will have a serious idea of ​​favoring boys over girls.

But she can actually make the older generation in Malutun, such as the Matriarch Ma, and the Ma San Master who has always been expressionless, praise it. That would be interesting.

They are really an interesting father and daughter.

Tian Shengli touched his chin.

Do you want to mention something to the old leader?

"Ah snee~" Guan Ping'an sneezes three times and rubbed his nose. She immediately looked around: Who is planning to do anything about her?

There are empty slopes in the fields, and the fields where crops have been harvested, rows of cover curtains everywhere, and the elderly, weak, women and children carrying baskets back and forth.

Who is it?

"Did you wash sweet potatoes so cold in the morning?"

Absolutely not!

When you beat one, someone scolds her; when you beat two, someone praises her; when you beat three, someone must be plotting against her; no matter how many, this is the cold, okay?

"I have never been frozen in your daughter." Guan Ping'an, who has his own set of theories, shook his head decisively and approached Ye Xiuhe, "Mom, there must be something wrong."

Ye Xiuhe, who was holding the board with one hand and pressing the sweet potato with the other hand, stopped first and smiled, "Your grandma miss you."

All right!

You won!

Guan Ping'an dared not retort again.

The board on her mother's hand was a simple tool to cut a square groove hole in the middle of a rectangular wooden board and then order a sickle blade.

Although wiping sweet potatoes is a skillful job, and usually familiar people don’t have to look at the blades, she was scared when she saw her mother holding the board with one hand and pressing the sweet potato with the other.

——Don’t be careless and cut it out by mistake.

"Mom, I'll do it last year."

"Go! Go! Go……"

While Ye Xiuhe was talking, her hands were about to start again. Guan Ping'an was so scared that he immediately raised his hands, "Okay! Look at me, I won't say anything."

Ye Xiuhe immediately smiled so hard that her branches were trembling.

Dwarf oil!

It would be better to let Guan Ping'an tell the truth. It would be better for her to do it yourself. Not to mention that she did this job last year, even in Xiaohulu, she wouldn't have all dried cooked sweet potatoes.

Never mind, her daughter, is not only strong, but also her skills are also perfect. Why do you think you believe in your caring little cotton jacket?

"Just just help your mother carry it over to dry it, don't always think about grabbing work. In the past, there is no way, but when the weather gets better, you'll be afraid of getting moldy."

Ye Xiuhe said, her hands were not busy, and there were constant "cracking...cracking" sounds, and it was obvious that she was a veteran.

There is the sound of "天...天" intermittently. Either the hands-on movements are clumsy, or the lazy people are deliberately making a slow move.

The surroundings were filled with dry sweet potatoes, and they were diligent housewives who were willing to move to the fields while it was sunny today.

It was also because of the presence of these grandma, aunt and aunt that Guan Ping'an couldn't compete with her mother. She could only wait for Ye Xiuhe to paint a bunch of sweet potato slices, and she carried them to the curtain of her house.

Life is easy, but also boring. You need to line up piles of fresh sweet potato slices, often in a row for a day.

It's still not as useful as her little gourd. For example, last year, she could wipe it for a long time, and as soon as her brother left, she could use the little gourd immediately.

But this year?

Alas... This year, her brother and Mu Xiu were not concerned about the two of them, and there was also the three members of the Tian family who were not far apart. They were really controlled by others everywhere.

I picked up the 5,000-pound sweet potato.

No matter how I want to choose as many fresh sweet potatoes as possible to store them in the cellar for winter, I don’t know if it was because her family’s turn to distribute the grain, or if her parents had a very good idea.

In short, whether it is the sweet potatoes you get, or the ones you change, most of the sweet potatoes you move home are broken when they are raised, with scars, or even the skin is rubbed off.

This type of product cannot be stored for winter. If you want to store it for a long time, you must dry it into dried sweet potatoes. Of course, it can definitely be done in the basement, but it has long been filled.

But even the sweet potatoes in the small gourd are of outstanding quality. I think I can’t do it if I secretly cross Chencang. Now it’s sweet potatoes, but there are more than 4,000 kilograms to dry!

It's really deadly ~

Obviously, there are big sweet potatoes that can’t be finished, with more varieties and better tastes at home. Guan Ping'an, who is sad, just wants her to come over quickly and let her beat her a few times.

Look... Not only your wife and daughter fell into the pit, but even your son and your little guest had to cut the potatoes into slices at home and then dry them in the roof.

Tell me...how can you bear it?

So after busy with the pig acquisition activity of the farm, Guan Youshou finally could wander to the field. As soon as he opened his mouth, "Come on, let dad see your little hands."

Guan Ping'an's mouth sagged, "Dad~"

"What's wrong?" Guan Youshou said that he could no longer remain calm. You should know that his little cotton jacket never felt wronged because of his work.

"Dad~ so many~"

Guan Youshou looked out and saw that there were indeed curtains everywhere, and some families even spread their mats, and sweet potato slices were hung everywhere.

His wife?

I'm still working hard and wiping hard~

It seems like I have passed it.

No matter how much dried sweet potatoes are, in addition to the dried sweet potato porridge that is cooked very hard, and then grind the dried melon into melon noodles and steamed steamed steamed buns, can it still produce flowers?

"Let's take a break, dad."

What can do?!

None of the men in the village came to help. Guan Ping'an shook his head decisively, "No!" Her father would be laughed at!

She was embarrassed to care about her wife outside without looking at her father. Seeing that Guan Youshou stretched out his hand, Guan Ping'an was so excited that he immediately dragged her long legs!

No wonder ~

Guan Youshou almost staggered and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!