posthumous child in chronology

No one laughed at Xiao Yuanyuan, but felt that this child deserved to be from Xiao Village, aura!So soon I thought of moving food home.

Xiao Xiangfu felt that it would be no big problem to help dig a few bamboos, so he asked directly, "Grandpa can promise you this. But have you discussed it with your parents?"

Xiao Yuanyuan was pleasantly surprised at first, and then he looked bewildered. People couldn't help feeling that he was still a child, and he could see through it at a glance.

Xiao Xiangfu's serious eyes made Xiao Yuanyuan think it was a big deal, she blinked her eyes, and then stared at Miao Huiyun, "Mother~ is it okay?"

Miao Huiyun was almost overwhelmed.Although planting bamboo in the yard may attract insects, but looking at his son's eager little eyes, he was reluctant to refuse.

Hard nod.

Xiao Yuanyuan saw it with sharp eyes, and excitedly said to Xiao Xiangfu, "Grandpa, have you seen it? My mother nodded. Let's go dig bamboo!"

Others just thought this little guy was too cute.

I didn't think it was too much trouble for me. After all, I was the one who found the bamboo forest. I might use it for any furniture in the future.

A gleam flashed in Xiao Congxin's eyes, "Grandpa, can we grow things at home, won't it violate the rules?"

Xiao Xiangfu was taken aback, why did girl Congxin ask this suddenly? Although the above mentioned breeding and private land, she didn't say no to adding decorations to improve the home environment and enrich the spiritual life?

The reason why the village did not do this is because the tradition of Xiao Village is used to large yards, with open front and back yards, which not only have the expectation of having more children, but also facilitate the construction of new houses for grown-up children in the future. You don't have to be forced to separate too far away, and you can't take care of them.

So Xiao Xiangfu didn't say at the beginning that the yard can be used for decoration.

Since Xiao Congxin asked, Xiao Xiangfu also mentioned that simply decorating the yard and enriching the spiritual life of the people is a policy that is allowed and encouraged.

Xiao Congxin nodded, expressing his understanding. At the same time, he also saw the doubts of the grandfather. He couldn't help sweating, secretly regretting that he was too impulsive.

When Xiao Yuanyuan heard this, her eyes became brighter.

If the yard is full of trees, then...wouldn't it be possible to climb on the trees every day without traveling far?Just like a zoo.

Xiao Yuanyuan, who had already made up a small plan in her heart, did not intend to say it out, and decided to cut it first and play later.

The people in the village are very mobile. When they go to work in the afternoon, they go up the mountain to pick off most of the mature bamboo shoots at this time, leaving some to continue to grow.

Then he dug a few bamboos down the mountain and sent them to Xiao Yuanyuan's house.

Considering that Xiao Juncai's family doesn't know how to grow bamboo, Grandpa Shitou generously offered to help guide him.

And the men who came here carrying the bamboo did their part to say that they could dig a hole and help plant it.

Miao Huiyun was not at home, so Xiao Yuanyuan was alone guarding the yard.

Thank you uncle and grandpa with a smile on your face.

Squatting aside, he carefully explained that the adults dug a hole, then buried the bamboo horizontally in the ground, made a few small openings in the middle of the bamboo, and planted a total of five bamboos.

After the big men buried the soil and finished everything, they patted the dust off their bodies, and when they were about to leave, they saw Xiao Yuanyuan was still looking at the bamboo field reluctantly.

Can't help but tease, "What's the matter, do you also want to sleep with the bamboo?"

Xiao Yuanyuan was a little worried, "Can the bamboo grow like this?"

Grandpa Shito couldn't help laughing, "Yes, that's how bamboo is grown. Yuanyuan remember to water it more, and in two years you will be able to eat bamboo shoots at home."

Xiao Yuanyuan, who was at ease at first, couldn't help but marvel when she heard that it would take two years, "Will it take that long?"

In his impression, the bamboos and trees in the zoo appeared overnight, and then grew leaves after dozens of days.

The men teased Xiao Yuanyuan for a while, but didn't stay long.

I have to go to the field to pick up the soil, mix it with the farmyard manure and dry it, and then spread it on the field as farmyard manure.

This period of time is also tight, so men don't give themselves much time to relax.

She told Xiao Yuanyuan to stay at home and not open the door until his mother got off work, so she left.

Xiao Yuanyuan obediently saw off the uncles, then bounced back to the northwest corner.

Thinking of the way the seniors waved their hands, the bamboo trees cheered happily.

I can't help but learn, wave!

Then I looked around in confusion, why didn't it change?There was no wind either.

Xiao Yuanyuan circled around unrelentingly, waving her hands, a large bird flew over her head, and dropped a few drops of bird droppings.

Although it didn't hit Xiao Yuanyuan on the head, he felt that his reputation as an iron-eating beast had been insulted, so he scratched his face angrily.

Think carefully when the senior waved his hand, it seemed that his body was full of energy?It is still flowing, leading out of the body.

Xiao Yuanyuan circulated the aura of her body, stared at the big bird who had diarrhea and was alone, her nerves collapsed, her eyes hurt, she closed her eyes, and rubbed vigorously.

After the eyes got darker, I opened them. I watched the big bird fall from the sky with satisfaction, and smiled triumphantly, letting you shit in front of me! !

Then he circulated the spiritual energy to wrap the falling bird, and sat on it excitedly when it was almost on the ground.

The big bird, who was still breathing, died instantly.

Xiao Yuanyuan came to his senses, quickly got up, and probed its sharp beak with his hand. After there was no movement, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

Then he jumped up happily, this big bird is like a goose, rounded up, killing the big bird is equivalent to killing the goose that is always fierce at the soda shop.

If it can also kill the geese in the soda shop, is it the grapes hanging on the wall of his house that can be picked?

The more Xiao Yuanyuan thought about it, the more beautiful it became. The grapes, soda, picked a bunch and ate them with them.

After thinking for a while, he finally woke up. After looking at Big Bird for a few times, he couldn't help but cover his eyes. He reached out and dragged the limp Big Bird into the kitchen to hide, so that no one would find out.

After hiding it, I rushed back to the original place to see the bamboo that I valued so much.

Confidently waving her hands in circles, Xiao Yuanyuan felt that the solemn form could not be lost. A gust of wind unscientifically floated down and landed on the soil, and then the newly buried bamboo gradually revealed the bud tips.

Xiao Yuanyuan giggled in satisfaction, as expected he was not wrong, what was wrong just now was wrong in this world.

Xiao Yuanyuan, who played with all the bamboos and germinated them, and then didn’t grow up no matter how much she played, lost interest, and started running into the house to get the wooden cart out, and opened the door to find stones.

Completely forgot the advice of adults.

It really deserves to be a panda who plays himself as an endangered species and a national treasure.

"Why didn't you bring Yuanyuan and Congxin?" asked the aunt who had changed from picking wild vegetables to peeling bamboo shoots.

Meng Manzhi rolled his eyes, "I don't know anything about children."

Then she was a little depressed, "I can understand Yuanyuan saying that she wants to wait for bamboo at home, but this girl Congxin also wants to stay at home. Is my old woman so annoying?"

Hearing this, the aunt laughed and remained silent.

Instead, Aunt Qi said, "Meng Manzhi, don't blame me for meddling in my own business. I don't think you can take care of children like this. The girl from Congxin looks good at studying, but you can't just study hard and not know how to be a human being." .”

Meng Manzhi was slightly annoyed. She had been friends for many years, and she knew it was for her own good. In addition, she herself felt that her granddaughter would not be able to behave.

In the village, it’s all about human relationships. She doesn’t call out when she sees people from her heart, and hides in her room when she comes to friends. She doesn’t know what to do.

Seventh Aunt also saw Meng Manzhi's careful thinking, and took advantage of the momentum and said, "Since you know it, you should take care of it, so that you don't get too angry. Look at Yuanyuan, how obedient and polite she is. Laugh, you can also call people. When you get older, people will definitely say that you don’t know how to teach people when comparing Yuanyuan and Cong Xin.”

When Meng Manzhi thought that others said she was not as good as Miao Huiyun, she became anxious and argued, "It's not that I don't teach, I feel sorry for the child, and let her adapt."

Seventh Aunt sneered, "Except for us old fellows, who do you think would believe it, your cousin?"

Meng Manzhi shook his head inwardly, her cousin Meng Xunfang didn't trust her the most.

With a slightly confused face, "Did I really do something wrong?"

The aunt at the side thought about her granddaughter and Xiao Congxin, and nodded seriously.

This put even more pressure on Meng Manzhi, who even slowed down the action of peeling the bamboo shoots, muttering to himself, "Indeed, Congxin will be 11 years old during the Chinese New Year, and she was ready to get married a few years ago. My heart is not down to earth, and my temperament is a little left-handed, so it's hard to see people."

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sit still. If it wasn't for the workers who were patrolling, she would have wanted to run away.

I can only secretly worry about why I have to come to work. It seems that old friends like her called me in the first place, so I know that the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

All I can do is wait until I go home after dinner and have a good talk with Cong Xin.

Xiao Congxin, who had been talked about by his grandmother all afternoon, knew nothing about it.

Instead, he looked at his yard passionately, how to transform it so that it would not look awkward to grow food.

Xiao Yuanyuan's kind of bamboo is totally unacceptable to Xiao Congxin. Although the bamboo shoots produced by bamboo can be eaten, they can only be regarded as side dishes. What can really fill his stomach is potatoes.

Xiao Congxin knew that there were big potato seeds at home, so he planned to find a corner to plant them.

The taste of big potatoes is not as good as that of sweet potatoes, but they are bigger than sweet potatoes. After planting, they can dig out a large pot.

There will also be small pieces of potatoes on the vines, which are fragrant and powdery when roasted.

It can be said that one tree is planted, and a lot is reaped.

The reason no one has planted it is because its vines grow a lot and cover a large area.There is only a small piece of private land, and it is a waste to use it for planting.

You can also plant a longan next to it to climb vines for the big potato, Xiao Congxin thought silently, she likes to eat longan, and she can also make dried longan and use it to make soup, which is also very nourishing for those who lack nutrition.

Plant a few pumpkin seedlings next to the chicken coop, and after the big pumpkins grow, they can be stored in the cellar to save gas from eating too many sweet potatoes.

As for the open space in the front yard, Xiao Cong thought about it, but he didn't dare to plan, for fear that grandma would get angry, after all, she wanted face the most.

For the older generation, the real thing is that the front and back of the house are empty. Vegetables are grown in the front yard. When other people come to visit or the folks from the village come to play, even if they don’t say anything, the host will feel uncomfortable.