Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

Wen Nong helped Wen Yao carry the eggs back. He didn't see Wen Xiu Yi and Wen Jun, but he heard Wen Xiu Yi's screams coming from inside the room from time to time.

Is there a bad guy in the house?

The young man was so frightened that he quickly put down the egg. He protected Wenyao and Datou behind him with a nervous look on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "What, what's going on? Don't, don't be afraid. If something goes wrong, just call me dad." them."

Wen Yao looked at the half-year-old boy. Even though she was trembling with fear, she still knew how to protect the siblings behind her. Just because of this, she would definitely have to remember the goodness of people like Lao Zhai in the future.

But what are dad and eldest brother doing?

"Dad? Brother, what are you two doing?" Wen Yao shouted towards the house.

The screams stopped and Wen Jun opened the door and saw Wen Nong and the two little heads sticking out from behind him.

Shaking his arm, Wen Jun said: "I'm giving Daddy a... massage."

Wen Yao groaned and pulled at Wen Nong: "Brother Nong, my brother is giving my father a massage. It's okay. It's okay. Don't be nervous."

Wen Nong scratched his head, what is this massage?Why is the uncle screaming so miserably?

But it seems that Wenjun should be doing something for the uncle. As long as it's okay, it's good that he's not a bad person.

"Then I'll go back." After the people and eggs were returned, Wen Nong was ready to leave.

Wen Xiuyi put on his clothes and came out, and happened to hear this sentence.

"Hey, slow down and watch the road."

When Wen Nong heard this, he almost tripped over a stone on the ground and looked back at Wen Xiu Yi in surprise.

His uncle, are you caring about him?He also asked him to watch the road and walk slowly.

It's weird, really weird.

The family of three didn't know Wen Nong's psychological activities. Wen Xiuyi waved his arms, Wen Jun carried the eggs to put them away, Wen Yao stuffed the big head into Wen Xiu Yi's hand, rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

My father and eldest brother are responsible for making money outside to support the family, but she should be responsible for the food at home.

I minced the remaining half a pound of meat from the sale, made cabbage and pork stuffing from the ready-made cabbage, kneaded the dough and started making dumplings.

Da Tou stopped playing with Wen Xiu Yi and came to the kitchen curiously to learn how to make dumplings from Wen Yao.

"We are still smart. We only taught him twice and our bags look so good." Wen Yao winked at the father and son.

This kid truly deserves to be one of the villains in the original book, and is really smart.

Da Tou was praised, his grin became even happier, and he was even more energetic. He was so soft and cute that Wen Yao couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face. Two white finger prints were immediately imprinted on Da Tou. s face.

The little guy just thought Wen Yao was playing with him and laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.

Wen Yao lamented that the description of this man in the original book was always expressionless and unsmiling, or he was cold and aloof, with cold eyes. In short, there was no description of him smiling.

Thinking of those greasy adjectives, Wen Yao felt that this silly, cute little baby was more real.

Wen Xiuyi was responsible for boiling the water, Wen Jun started the fire, and Wen Yao and Datou made the dumplings. Soon the pot of dumplings was ready, and the aroma could be smelled from far away.

When the dumplings came out of the pot, Wen Xiuyi filled a bowl and handed it to Wen Jun.

"Send it to your grandparents."

Wen Jun took the bowl and left. Wen Xiuyi filled another small bowl for Da Tou and handed it to Da Tou with a smile: "This belongs to my good son. Eat it slowly and be careful not to burn it."

The big head stared at him with big eyes, blinking for a long time. Just when Wen Xiuyi thought that the child was scared by him again, the big head grinned, grabbed the bowl, hugged it, and ran to sit down to eat. went.

"This kid." Wen Xiuyi smiled helplessly, and pretended to be for himself and Wen Yao, leaving a bowl for Wen Jun, and then started to eat it happily.

After taking a mouthful of dumplings, Wen Xiuyi gave Wen Yao a thumbs up.

Fragrant!

When Wenjun came back, the bowl was full of pickled radish.

"Grandma pickled it herself. She said she could take it with her when she sells it tomorrow. It would also be good to cut it into small pieces and serve it as a side dish for customers."

Wen Xiuyi got a piece first. Not to mention, his mother was really good at pickling vegetables. The radish was sour and sweet, and tasted crunchy.

"It's not bad, Yaoyao. Try it. It's no worse than the pickled ones you used to pickle." Wen Xiuyi pointed at the radish.

Wen Yao also tasted a piece.

"Yeah, it's delicious."

Wenjun also ate a small piece, and none of the three of them noticed. Just when they were talking, they paused for a while while eating the dumplings, and then continued to eat as if nothing happened.

After dinner, Wen Yao began to prepare the rice and vegetables for the next day. Wen Jun helped, while Wen Xiuyi held Da Tou in his arms and took a wooden stick to write on the ground in the yard to teach Da Tou.

Idle time is also idle, whether it is to enlighten this child, and he has a reputation as a scholar, even if he teaches, it will not arouse the suspicion of others.

"How old was Da Tou when he could talk? Isn't it written in the book?" Wen Jun couldn't help but ask.

Wen Yao shrugged: "I didn't write it."

Well, resign yourself to fate.

On the second day after setting up the stall, Wen Yao got up before dawn and started steaming rice. Based on the amount consumed the previous day, Wen Yao steamed half a bucket more rice this time, so even if they couldn't sell all the rice, they could still eat it themselves.

When the sun rose and it was bright, Wen Xiuyi and Wen Jun packed up their things and pushed the trolley and set off.

Wen Yao and Da Tou didn't have to go today. The main reason was that it would be too much for the child to squat there with them for a day.

Wen Yao wanted to take advantage of the good weather to clean the house, and then take out the quilt and other things to dry it. The quilt almost made her cry after covering it for the past few days, it was full of mold and moisture.

Datou took a small wooden stick in the yard and secretly wrote the words Wen Xiuyi taught him yesterday. When Wen Yao came close, he quickly erased it. As soon as Wen Yao left, he started writing secretly again.

When the two little girls Wen Di and Wenying came, they saw things drying in the yard and Big Head squatting on the ground.

"Big head, what are you doing?" Wenying, the eight-year-old daughter of the second roommate, raised her foot and ran towards him.

A flash of panic flashed across Big Tou's face, and he quickly erased the words on the ground, then pretended to be nonchalant and scratched blindly on the ground with a wooden stick.

Wenying pulled him up and patted the dust on his body: "Where is your sister?"

Datou pointed to the back of the house.

When Wen Di and Wenying led Da Tou around to the back of the house, they saw Wen Yao digging in the ground with a hoe.

"Yao Yao, what are you doing?" The two little girls were shocked.

In the past, the eldest aunt was a young lady from a scholarly family and never worked in the fields, especially Wen Yao. The eldest aunt said that girls should stay at home and embroider and make needlework, so how could they go to the fields to do menial work.

Grandma couldn't do anything to her aunt, so they used to envy Wen Yao.