The Petite Wife of the First Family

After the three generations of the grandfather and grandson of the old marquis had finished their meal, they rested for half an hour.

Xu Xiaowu took Lao Houye and Xu father to see their fish pond.

Grandpa, look, those bigger fish were the fry my sister and I bought in the town. My sister ate a lot of them when they got married.

Lao Hou Ye reminisced about the fish he ate at noon and in the morning. The methods were different, but they all tasted delicious.

Then I heard Xu Xiaowu say: Look, those small fry were bought by my brother-in-law. We can eat them during Chinese New Year.

The old man smiled and asked, Are these big fish specially reserved for me to eat?

Yes, my brother-in-law said, you are on the way, and you only arrived this afternoon. I didn't expect Grandpa to be so powerful, and he actually arrived in the morning.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. The old man was shocked, but he was very secretive when he came out.

How, his grandson-in-law can know his whereabouts?

Do you know so much detail?

If he rides the carriage all the way, it should be a day later. He rides a horse for a distance and then rides in the carriage.

It seems that his grandson-in-law is not easy! In the morning, he saw his grandson-in-law feeding his granddaughter buns and picking fishbone, and he still silently despised it in his heart.

Hahaha... It's good, grandpa eats fish every day.

The old man was shocked in his heart, but his face was not obvious, and he laughed and talked to his son and grandson about the shortcomings of parents.

He saw that there were many vegetables planted around the pond that he didn't know, so he asked his son, who knew that Father Xu didn't know him at all!

Xu Dagen said loudly: I only know onion, and I don't know anything else.

Xu Xiaowu volunteered and said, Grandpa, Dad, I know, that's celery, that's what we put in the fish soup, and this one is also put in the ginger fish soup.

The old man was very happy to praise:

Xiao Wu, why are you so powerful? Your father doesn't even know it, but you know it's so powerful.

Xu Xiaowu was embarrassed to say that as long as his sister was nearby, he would follow his sister every step of the way.

Recently, my sister and brother-in-law often run deep into the mountains, as if they are busy with something big.

So, he knows everything around him.

He could only say: My sister took me with me when she planted these vegetables, and I planted some of them.

Father Xu praised him sincerely: Xiao Wu is really powerful and has a good memory.

While Xu Xiaowu was being praised and happy, he desperately thought about what else to show off.

Grandpa, I'll take you to dig sweet potatoes and roast them. It's delicious. Xu Xiaowu swallowed as he spoke.

This aroused the old man's interest.

Dagen, have you ever eaten roasted sweet potatoes?

Xu Dagen finally didn't feel embarrassed now, he said happily, I have eaten it, it is very soft and sweet.

The old man listened to his son's excited face, and he was looking forward to roasting sweet potatoes. They followed the pond and went up a little to the sweet potato field.

Xu Xiaowu said that he went to the top of the mountain to dig sweet potatoes, and he could see the scenery.

A few of them climbed to the top of Sweet Potato Mountain, although not very high.

But with a wide field of vision, the old marquis looked at the lush green mountains, which was very beautiful.

He remembered that he had walked all the way, and there were no barren mountains or ridges, or deep mountains and old forests.

He was very emotional, no wonder his son lived in a large yard.

The green vegetables on their meal, there is a fried sweet potato leaves.

People eat wild vegetables. In his son's house, there are sweet potatoes from a mountain.

In the morning, when they were strolling in the yard, he saw the newly made leaking scoop, and he asked a strange question.

At that time, his son said that he was going to make sweet potato vermicelli. He also said that the workshop was already built, so he would start making vermicelli after digging sweet potatoes in the past two days.

He didn't pay much attention at the time, after all, he hadn't eaten.

Now, seeing this lush green sweet potato, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

His army also lived in bitter cold on the frontier, and the court often deducted salaries from the army.

It would be great if they could also grow this sweet potato there!

Sweet potato leaves can be cooked, can roasted sweet potatoes satisfy hunger?

The old man asked excitedly, Xiao Wu, have you eaten sweet potatoes to fill your stomach?

Xu Xiaowu is very experienced in this: Yes! I ate a roasted sweet potato before, and I didn't go hungry for a long time.

He blushed and said, Now! My sister said that I ate too much meat. I would be full by eating at most half a roasted sweet potato at a time.

The old man looked at him like this: Hahaha... He laughed.

When they investigated, they knew that when Xu Zhizhi didn't wake up, their family only ate meat once a year!

I usually don't have enough to eat. Thinking of this, the old man can't wait to kill the Li family!

He took a deep look at his younger son. His son was suffering too much. He worked hard for the Li family all year round.

Why! Forget the past!

He said to Xu Xiaowu, Xiaowu, can you bake sweet potatoes and teach grandpa how to bake them.

Xu Xiaowu said seriously:

I will, my sister said that we have to do everything ourselves to get enough food and clothing. We can do it infrequently, but we must know how to do it, so as not to starve to death when one is alone.

The old man was shocked beyond words.

His granddaughter is wise, no wonder that arrogant and playful bastard who is famous in Los Angeles is willing to feed her vegetables...

The old marquis thought that this was all brought up by his wife, and he thought proudly while roasting sweet potatoes.

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The county magistrate Qian stopped going to the yamen after dinner, and went home directly.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard the cry of the worried daughter.

He held back his fire and had nowhere to vent: Cry, cry, what else can you do but cry?

Seeing his father coming back, Qian Duoduo hurried forward to greet him: Father, you've worked hard, come and serve tea.

The county magistrate Qian felt even more uncomfortable when he saw that his son was sensible. If it wasn't for his arrogance back then, their family would be staying in Los Angeles now!

He saw that Qian Yurou was even more angry: You mourning star, do you know how much trouble you have caused me today? Duoduo, you will send her back to Los Angeles tomorrow.

Qian Yurou wanted to go back to Luocheng, but she didn't want to go back like this, Dad, what did I do wrong? You want to send me back?

The county magistrate Qian would not tell Qian Yurou. His brother had hinted to him last time that he would send a daughter back to him to win over his boss.

This third daughter was cultivated by him with a lot of hard work!

Now, he is always causing trouble for him here, and it would be useful to send it back.

He put his voice softly and said, Yurou! You will be fifteen years old next year. This place is too remote and too poor. There are no good people who can match you. Your uncle has a good network in Los Angeles and can help you. Find a good home.