Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Half-grown children eat poor old men, let alone young men like Bai Shan and others who are growing up.

Originally, the journey was tiring yesterday, and the three of them didn't have much appetite early in the morning, but now sitting together, their appetites opened up, and they ate like you and me.

When he was full, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, and then Man Bao remembered Mr. Zhuang, and exclaimed: "Oops, we forgot about Mr. Zhuang."

Bai Shan and Man Bao looked at each other, and then looked at Bai Erlang together.

Bai Erlang was already sweating after eating breakfast, but at this moment, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, "My father will entertain you, right?"

But the living habits of more than half a year are still engraved in their bones, and the three of them got up and went to pay their respects to their husband.

Mr. Zhuang is getting old. He was tired yesterday, so he got up a little late today and just washed his face and hands.

Seeing the three of them queuing up to say hello, he put down the towel and asked with a smile, "Did you have breakfast?"

The three of them saluted the gentleman, and then replied, "Yes, sir, what do you want for breakfast?"

Man Bao said: "My sister-in-law made bean curd, would you like a bowl?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded, "Alright."

Bai Erlang said: "Sir, my kitchen has made beef stew noodles, which are also delicious."

Bai Shandao: "My meat porridge is also good."

Mr. Zhuang smiled happily, "Then let's have some of each."

The three of them turned around and ran to get things ready and brought them here.

Master Bai saw that he was extremely jealous. He has raised his son to such a great age, and he has yet to eat a bowl of noodles served by him.

Bai Erlang didn't see his father standing at the door at all, and directly brought the noodles to Mr. Zhuang's table, saying: "Sir, eat this noodles while it's hot."

Bai Shan: "It's like saying don't eat porridge while it's hot."

Man Bao said: "It's cold now, and the bean curd should be eaten warm."

Mr. Zhuang waved his hand in disdain and said, "Okay, I'll go to morning class after eating, even though it's a holiday, I shouldn't slack off."

The three of them froze at the same time, Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shan, Bai Shan looked at Man Bao, and Man Bao bit the bullet and said, "Sir, Chinese New Year is coming soon, can't we have a rest?"

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyelids to look at them, "I didn't stop you from resting, but you can't just sleep and eat and play during the twelve hours a day. You should also read some books in the morning class. It's calligraphy, if you don't practice for a day, you will learn it by hand, did I say that as long as you don't get sick, you have to practice calligraphy every day?"

The three of them bowed their heads and obediently retreated to study.

Mr. Zhuang was satisfied with the cleanliness of the room, and happily ate breakfast.

He also wanted to go home for the New Year, but Mr. Zhuang was not in a hurry, so he played a game of chess with Master Bai after eating breakfast, and talked about Bai Erlang's study this year and his plans for the future.

After reaching a consensus with the parents, Mr. Zhuang quickly formed a training plan for Bai Erlang in his heart.

After talking with Master Bai, Mr. Zhuang went to visit Mrs. Liu next door, took two cups of tea from her, and had lunch before returning to Master Bai's guest house to rest.

After taking a nap, he went into the village with his hands behind his back, and found Lao Zhoutou under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, so he was welcomed to Lao Zhou's house, and talked about Manbao with Lao Zhoutou and Qian Shi.

The three of Man Bao and the others couldn't wait for the family to separate out their luggage, so they asked Daji to drive an ox cart, happily climbed into the cart and let him head towards their small village.

Although Manbao and the others are not in the village, they have been remotely controlling Xiaozhuangzi's production.

It has been more than three months since the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the three of them thought their Zhuangzi was very good, so they entered their field, and the three of them jumped down, cheering and ran towards the Zhuangzi.

Chuang Tzu has planted winter wheat in many fields, and the wheat has grown quite tall at this time.

Man Bao and the others just stayed and watched for a while, then ran towards the mountain above Zhuangzi.

Daji was driving slowly on the bullock cart. It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and all the fruits on the mountain had already been picked, and even some fruit trees were only left with bare trunks and branches. He really didn't understand what they were excited about.

But the three of them cheered all the way up the mountain, touched their strong fruit trees, nodded in satisfaction, and then ran down the mountain to hunt down the chickens and ducks raised in the fence below.

At the foot of the mountain, in the wasteland mixed with many stones, in addition to building houses, cowsheds, chicken sheds, and duck sheds were built, and many chickens and ducks were raised in them.

Man Bao looked at the feathers of those beautiful roosters and said, "I want to make a shuttlecock."

Bai Shan also felt itchy feet, Bai Erlang said directly: "Let's kill a few males."

Man Bao looked at him contemptuously, "Just for the chicken feathers? Why don't you just pluck the hairs? It has so many hairs, so it's okay to pluck a few? Like us, it's okay to pull the hairs."

Bai Shan thought for a while, and felt that what she said made sense, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, the ones on that tail are the most beautiful, let's catch it first."

When the farmers heard the noise and ran out, the three of them were already chasing chickens and flying in the fenced yard.

The farmers were stunned for a while before they realized who these three people were, and they rushed up and said, "Master, Master Tang, Miss Man, tell us what you want, don't dare to scratch like this, in case the chicken scratches you what to do?"

Man Bao found that the chickens here are very flexible, not only can they run fast, but they can also flap their wings and fly for a short distance, so they can't catch them.

She was a little out of breath, stopped and asked, "How do you usually catch chickens?"

"We all rushed to the chicken shed at night and closed the door to catch them inside," the farmer asked, "Miss Man, do you want to eat chicken? Which one do you like, I'll catch it for you."

Man Bao shook his head, "I don't want to eat chicken, we just want the few feathers on the tail of the chicken."

All the dealers: ...

Although it is very incomprehensible, but the masters have said so, what can they do?

All the farmers asked Man Bao and the others to withdraw, first went to cook the chicken food, led the chickens to the chicken shed, and then started to catch the chickens.

When I caught the chickens, I quickly plucked a few hairs from their tails, which made the chickens cluck in pain.

When he caught the one with the most beautiful tail feathers, the farmer weighed it up and said: "Miss Man, do you want to eat chicken tonight? Or kill this chicken for you to eat? Then all the tail feathers can be pulled out. "

The three little heads went up to look at the rooster, discussed it again and said: "Forget it, it looks so beautiful, let's raise it again, and we won't pluck its tail feathers anymore. We will wait until Lantern Festival." Take it to the county seat."

Farmer: "...take it to the county town and kill it? That's so troublesome. The young masters and ladies want to eat it, so we can kill it if we catch it here."

Man Bao: "No, we're going to sell it."

The farmer narrowed his eyes with a smile, gave Man Bao a thumbs up and said: "Miss Man still knows how to manage the house. There must be a lot of people buying meat during the Lantern Festival. How many chickens does Miss Man plan to bring to the county town? The younger ones get up early in the morning to feed them." Pause, let them weigh a little more, and catch them."

Good night