"My name is Fang Xiaoyu." A little girl with a dark face answered.

"My name is Fang Xiaolan." said a skinny little girl with yellow hair.

"My name is Fang Wenwen, and my brother is Fang Zhiwen." This was a shy little girl, and she lowered her head in embarrassment after speaking.

"My name is Fang Jingjing, and my brother is Fang Zhiqiang." His voice was crisp, and you could tell he had a lively and cheerful personality.

"My name is Fang Xiaomei."

"My name is Fang Xiaoyan." The two said in unison. They looked very similar, so they should be biological sisters.

There are a total of twenty-one children under the age of ten in the Fang family, twelve boys and nine girls. There are eight here, and one is just two years old and is being held by grandma.

Jiayin remembered them one by one and discussed stones with them.

Looking at the irregular shapes of those stones, Jiayin said: "Don't you polish them smooth? These corners will make them uncomfortable to wear, right?"

Several girls also raised the stone and looked at Fang Xiaoyue and said, "If it is ground flat, will the stone be ground into pieces?"

Fang Xiaoyan also said: "My stone only has color on the outside. After polishing it, it turns white, which doesn't look good."

Jiayin looked at her piece of stone. Sure enough, the inside of the hole was white, and only the outer layer was red.

Jiayin scratched his head and didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Fang Cuicui comforted her and said, "It's okay, it's okay. We can pick stones of the shape we like. They look good even without grinding."

Jiayin nodded after hearing this, "Okay, she will just help them pierce the holes."

After Mrs. Li finished washing the vegetables, she stood up, pulled the bamboo down, disconnected the water outlet, and straightened her waist.

When I turned around, I saw Jiayin and the little girls mingling with each other, with a happy smile on their faces.

She was worried that Jiayin could not be among girls. She had always played with boys before. The main reason was that she was strong and could play with boys better.

Now that I have settled down here, it is better for girls to stay with girls.

Then he looked at his son who was riding a horse and fighting with a bamboo pole in the distance, and shook his head with a smile.

My son is becoming more and more lively now, unlike before, he was like a little adult.

Mrs. Li bent down, picked up a large pot of washed winter bamboo shoots and returned to the shed.

I want to have a good meal tonight, so I have been packing and preparing since noon.

First boil out the pork suet, boil it in two large pots, put half of the pot into a clay pot, and leave the remaining half pot of oil for fried meatballs.

These meatballs are pork meatballs made with the flavor of Xu Hong. Seeing Mrs. Li coming in with winter bamboo shoots, everyone worked together to chop the winter bamboo shoots into small dices.

Xu Hong mixed the chopped bamboo shoots and pork stuffing together, added some seasonings, squeezed them into the shape of balls, and fried them in the oil pan.

The fragrant smell spread all the way, attracting the children to stop playing in the distance and run back one after another.

The adults who were working couldn't help but kept swallowing their saliva.

The children gathered around the temporary kitchen shed, licking their lips and swallowing saliva.

The adults looked distressed and funny. After waiting for a while, they put the fried meatballs, which were already cold but not hot to the touch, into a small basket. They took them outside and said to the children: "Come and eat. No grabbing."

The children cheered and surrounded them, but they knew not to snatch them. The older child first took one for each of the younger children, and then picked up another to eat himself.

Jiayin is short, so Fang Cuicui gave it to her.

Cuicui thanked the other party, took a bite of the meatball, which was not much smaller than her own hand. Her eyes widened at first, and then narrowed.

This thing is delicious too! It also has a crunchy texture inside.

After chewing twice, I stuffed the remaining half directly into my mouth. My mouth was full, and it took me a long time to open it and bite it into pieces.

After I finished eating what I had in my mouth, I saw that there was no more rice in it, so I was not in a hurry. Anyway, I would definitely still be able to eat it when I ate later.

Although the children didn't eat enough, they knew it was good to have a taste, so they stopped hanging around here and left one after another to play on their own.

Fang Cuicui naturally held Jiayin's little hand. She was the oldest among the girls and would subconsciously look after the younger ones.

Jiayin is five years old, the same age as Fang Xiaolan, but she is shorter than Xiaolan. She can be said to be the youngest among them except for the two-year-old.

Fang Cuicui squeezed the little fleshy hand in her hand. It was so easy to squeeze! It was soft and fleshy.

And she found that everyone was tanned during the rush, but only Jiayin was still fair and fat.

At first they all thought that Jiayin was a young lady from a wealthy family who had been pampered since she was a child, so she was fair and tender. Now everyone no longer thinks so.

Jiayin is the kind of person who is neither tanned nor thin, and after being with them every day for more than half a year, she is still fat, delicate and tender. This is something she was born with.

Several people went to the place where they had picked up stones before, collected all the stones they had picked up, and put them into small straw bags.

This was made up by the old people when they had nothing to do. Each of them carried one on her body, and it looked pretty good. There was also good news, but she didn't carry it and put it in the tent.

At this time, Fang Xiaoyue suggested: "Let's play house with a straw man!"

"Okay! Okay! Let's go to the haystack." Others agreed.

Jiayin looked confused, what does straw man play house mean? However, she didn't ask and just followed them to the edge of the haystack.

Fang Xiaoyue said to Fang Cuicui: "Sister Cuicui, let's play fairies. I want a little rabbit, a rabbit spirit."

Fang Xiaoyan said: "Sister Cuicui, then I want to be a grasshopper, a grasshopper spirit!"

Fang Jingjing said: "Then my butterfly essence is ready."

Fang Wenwen pouted, "You've all chosen, so what do I do? Then I'll be a good second rabbit."

Fang Xiaoyu: "Then I'll be the second butterfly spirit!"

Fang Xiaolan: "I will be the second grasshopper spirit!"

Fang Xiaomei: "Then I can only be the third rabbit spirit~"

Good news: "..."

What is this all about?

Apart from rabbits, she has never heard of grasshoppers and butterflies becoming spirits...

Those two types can't live for more than a year, so how can they become spiritual beings? Even if they are enlightened, it's unlikely!

At this time, Fang Cuicui started to weave things with straw with a gentle smile on her face. After a while, a little straw bunny appeared in her hand! Then came butterflies and grasshoppers. Especially the grasshoppers, the weaving was so lifelike!

Jiayin saw them all holding knitted little rabbits, butterflies and grasshoppers, squatting there and starting to talk.

Fang Xiaoyue: "I am Huihui, the rabbit spirit. This is my rabbit mountain. You can come and play in my rabbit mountain, but you have to make offerings to me!"

Fang Jingjing: "What should I offer as an offering? Then my Butterfly Mountain must also be offered as an offering!"

Fang Wenwen: "I am the second rabbit spirit. Shouldn't I be on the same mountain with you?"

Good news: "..."

She didn't know what to say.

At this time something was stuffed in my hand.

She looked down and saw a grasshopper made of straw. She looked up at Fang Cuicui.
Chapter completed!