Make a fortune by farming: The sweetheart of the first assistant family

It was dawn at around 6:30. Huo Yunchao was fully dressed and ate a big bowl of lard fried rice. He had accumulated enough energy and was ready for a big fight!

"Master!"

"Yeah!"

Before going out, Xu Ning came out of the house with the babbling little Fu Bao in her arms. Without any explanation, she put the fat girl into Huo Yunchao's arms, raised her head and said to her husband, "Mr., I also want to see you open up wasteland today."

Huo Yun glanced up and down and found that Xu Ning had put on old clothes that she had not worn for many days, and a pair of cloth shoes carefully made by his stepmother Chen. Looking at this outfit, it was obvious that Xu Ning was determined to go.

He did not refuse, but looked down at the fat girl in his arms who was chewing her fingers, and asked with a smile: "Ning Niang, you want to open up wasteland, I have no objection. The problem is that Xiao Fubao recognizes someone and can't live without you. Are you going to take him with you?" Little Fu Bao goes to the fields?"

Deep down in his heart, he couldn't bear to let his wife and daughter go to the fields, exposed to the wind and sun, and their delicate skin would suffer a lot.

Xu Ning nodded solemnly: "Ms. sir, our family has achieved today's glory by farming. I don't want people to think that we have forgotten our roots after living a good life. Mr. sir, didn't you build a thatched house in the wasteland before? I Let Qiuyun lead little Fubao there and stay there. If little Fubao makes a fuss, I'll hold her again."

No matter how reluctant Huo Yunchao was, he would not object to Xu Ning's courageous request. He smiled and said, "Just think about it clearly. Ning Niang, you go have breakfast first, and then go out when you are full. Don't worry about this moment." .”

Hearing what Huo Yunchao said, Xu Ning immediately smiled brightly, looked around, stood on tiptoes and kissed Huo Yunchao's lips, then ran away.

Huo Yunchao smiled as happily as if he had picked up five million. He lowered his head and kissed the fat girl who was chewing her fingers: "Little Fu Bao, you are so cute, but your mother is even cuter!"

It's a good thing that little Fubao couldn't understand what her father was saying, otherwise she would have given him a slap in the face.

After a while, Butcher Xu was also wearing his old clothes and felt a little embarrassed: "Chao'er, do you think my clothes are too small? My belly wasn't so big before!"

Huo Yunchao was happy when he heard this. He had successfully made his father Xu fat, which gave him a sense of accomplishment: "Dad Xu, your old clothes really don't fit you. They don't show off your good figure, and they also prevent you from moving your hands and feet." .Dad Xu, change into the coarse cloth clothes that Ning Niang bought for you from the Buyi Shop a few days ago!"

"No way! How can you wear such good clothes to work in the fields?"

Butcher Xu waved his hand and refused. Seeing Huo Yunchao opening his mouth to speak, he rushed to express his thoughts: "Chao'er, I am Mr. Hou's father. It's not easy to buy and kill pigs anymore. If I stay at home and count them every day, they will grow into mushrooms." Now. Chao'er, I want to go with you to open up wasteland and plant sweet potatoes!"

Huo Yunchao has long been accustomed to his family being direct. He said helplessly: "Dad Xu, you don't have to be so nervous. I won't stop you. Have you washed up? After washing up, go to have breakfast and eat and drink." When you have enough strength, you can do more work.”

"Okay! Wait for me! You must wait for me!" Xu Butcher shouted happily.

For the first time, Butcher Xu did not kiss Little Fubao. He ran to the kitchen without looking back, for fear that if he was too slow, Huo Yunchao would regret it.

"Xiao Fubao, your grandfather has left you behind for the first time."

I don't know since when, Huo Yunchao discovered that Father Xu rarely made requests to him. At most, he would ask him to drink two glasses of wine during dinner in the evening.

At this moment, Huo Yunchao suddenly heard Xu Tuhu making a request to him. He was very emotional. It turned out that not only he and Xu Ning needed to adapt to their new identities, but his father Xu also had to spend time adapting.

Since Butcher Xu is older, it takes him much longer to adapt to his new identity change than the two younger generations.

Huo Yunchao carried little Fubao to the kitchen and watched the Xu family's father and daughter eat breakfast in person. He made sure that they were eighty percent full. He also asked Qiu Yun to prepare more rice, flour, grains and oils, as well as ground rice noodles and walnut powder. Bring the mixed rice noodles over and cook them into rice paste for little Fu Bao to eat.

Little Fubao has reached the month of eating complementary foods. With her father's careful preparation, her complementary foods have various flavors and excellent texture. Xu Ning has to eat a small bowl every time.

"Ms. sir, I've packed it up!"

"Chao'er, I've packed up too! Let's set off!"

Huo Yunchao took the lead in boarding the carriage with little Fubao in his arms, followed closely by Xu Ning, and Zhou Changxing was responsible for driving the carriage.

Behind the carriage is an ox cart equipped with pickaxes, sickles, hoes, machetes and other agricultural tools, as well as cooking utensils such as pots and pans. Xu Butcher drives it, while Qiu Yun sits on the ox cart and is responsible for taking care of these farm tools.

The three secret guards responsible for protecting Huo Yunchao's family, young and old, have long since turned from darkness to light, and are accompanying them on horseback.

When such a group of people went out, the formation was very large and attracted the attention of many people along the way.

"Marquis Pingle is going to open up wasteland to plant sweet potatoes! Come on, come on, let's follow him!"

"Dad, why are you following me? Isn't our wasteland finished?"

"You silly boy! We got Pinglehou's sweet potato seeds for nothing, and we've finished our own work. Why don't we do something to repay our benefactor?"

"That's it! If Pinglehou doesn't distribute sweet potato seeds for free, I'm afraid we may not have the money to buy sweet potato seeds for three to five years."

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The people who were watching were sincerely grateful to Huo Yunchao for his kind deeds. They had no special gifts and only had brute strength to use, so the way they expressed their gratitude was very simple - organizing themselves spontaneously and helping Pinglehou for free. Open up wasteland and plant sweet potatoes!

About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped. Huo Yunchao got out of the carriage with little Fubao in his arms, and found many familiar faces. At a glance, they were all black heads.

"Hello, Mr. Hou!"

"Good morning, Lord Marquis!"

"Master Hou, we are here to help you grow sweet potatoes!"

"Master Hou, I am strong, I can open up wasteland!"

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Huo Yunchao never expected that so many people would take the initiative to help him open up wasteland and plant sweet potatoes. He was always good at inspiring people with words, but now he became a mute who could not speak.

He does things with his heart in mind, and the starting point is for his own family. To be honest, the reason why he is willing to distribute sweet potato seeds for free is not because this group of people loves and respects him so much that he would not hesitate to put down the work at hand. The people who took the initiative to spare time to help him clear up land and grow sweet potatoes.

However, Huo Yunchao's small act of kindness actually received so much feedback. He was so shocked that his emotions fluctuated so much that he temporarily lost the ability to speak.

At the critical moment, Xu Ning stepped forward and greeted the enthusiastic villagers with a very reserved smile: "Good morning, folks! Thank you for your willingness to help us grow sweet potatoes!"

"Hello, Mrs. Hou!"

"Hello, Mrs. Hou!"

"Mrs. Hou, you're welcome!"

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The common people greeted Xu Ning one after another. They had long heard that Mrs. Pinglehou was as beautiful as a fairy and of noble character. They thought it was just an exaggeration.