Guiqing

In fact, the members of the Gong family live next to each other. Occasionally, there are a couple of people with a foreign surname surnamed Zhou and Liu, or members of the Wang family. A large yard, or a space in front of and behind several adjacent yards.

Although I haven't had time to thresh yet, the ears of wheat are dried on a flat field only a hundred meters away from my home.

This year there were many people helping with the work, and Grandpa Gong also weaved several large sorghum mats, not to mention how fine they were, but they fit right under them. Although there is not much humidity now, they can block a lot of mud and sand.

In addition, the sun was strong, and the ears of wheat dried very quickly. The crops harvested in the morning took less than two hours, and they looked pretty decent.

The Twelve Generals of the Palace, Father Gong and others also rushed back: "Don't get sunburned and you still need to take medicine!"

He changed the ears of wheat to the other side, and then went to the field again.

In fact, these few trips have not only harvested the crops of Gong Shier's family, but Wang Jinguan and the others agreed to help threshing, and Grandpa Gong did not refuse, but it was not easy for the family to toss, so he simply sent The crops were put on Gong Twelve's side first, and Zhou Dachun followed suit, just smirking:

"Well, this year is thanks to everyone. Later, I will make clothes for Ah Yi, and I will also make shoes for you! I will make layered soles and beautiful embroidered shoes...

My father embroidered very well! "

But seeing Gong Twelfth's pair of shoes were muddy and dusty, and they were just as plain as men's, Zhou Dachun thought about his father's good craftsmanship.

Gong Twelve==: "The one with blue and black plain noodles is fine..."

Zhou Dachun: "How can I do that? Blue and black plain noodles are not worn by buddies, nor are they old husbands or old widows. Boys just want to dress up beautifully and brightly!"

He raised his foot, "Look at me, even though I don't embroider, it looks pretty good if I put it together with bright cloth pieces!"

Pulling Wang Ping'er, "No matter how capable the twelve brothers are and how capable they are of men, they should still dress up, right? A little brother should look like a little brother!"

Wang Ping'er nodded first: "I think I should wear bright shoes more."

He was originally the one who loved bright colors, but Cheng Haojian's family paid attention to the scholarly connotations, so he also learned the so-called elegance, but now, if he doesn't follow his will, does he still want to be a widow for a bitch?

But regarding Gong Twelve's question, Wang Ping'er said:

"See if Brother Twelve likes it! If he wants to, I'm willing to dress him up; if he doesn't like it, who says what the little brother should look like? As long as he lives happily."

A pat on Zhou Dachun: "As for the popularity of the twelve brothers in our village, can they still worry about marrying? Can they still marry poor ones?"

Zhou Dachun thinks about it too, let alone his second son, although he dare not think of marrying the twelfth brother home when no one mentions it, but if the twelfth brother takes a fancy to him, his second son will marry him. I can't wait to confess my twelfth brother, his father also appointed him to be his own boy!

So he didn't say any more, Gong Twelve put on a sullen face, and while driving everyone back home, he decided to let Tao Qi treat Cheng Yi better in the future.

☆, stunt

The brothers of the Wang family are very capable, but within a day and a half, they have harvested nearly [-] mu of wheat from Gong Shier, Gong Grandpa, Zhou Dachun and his family.

It doesn't matter whose family Gong Twelfth belongs to. Every day he carries water and pushes wheat. Because of his speed and strength, even a few big guys can't beat him. He will go down to the ground with a knife.

Although the work of harvesting crops is not as fast and as good as those old crop handles, his small knife is a good gift from Mr. System, and it is much stronger than those made of refined steel. Compared with ordinary people, the speed and quantity of harvesting are not much behind.

Zhou Dachun's eyes became more and more greedy: "Brother Twelve is working hard, let alone being my own boy hurts, even if my own boy backs down!"

Wang Ping'er sneered: "Then why don't you hurry up and ask your father to settle for the second son?"

Zhou Dachun scratched his head: "I'm not good enough! Let's wait for the future, if the twelve brothers really can't be picked by anyone..."

He sighed again for a while: "I used to think that if I didn't give birth to a baby in Cheng's family, I would go away clean and feel at ease. Now that I think about it, it's better to have a baby back in my arms. Not to mention, my father can also feel at ease and let the second son wait two more. years!"

Wang Ping'er raised her eyebrows: "Then it's better to expect my big brother to please Shuanzi!"

The eldest son he mentioned refers to Wang Jinguan's eldest son, Goudan who is seven years old this year.

PS Gong Twelve's current body will only be nine years old next year.

pps Zhou Zi is already fifteen, fully seven years older than Gong Twelve.

Zhou Dachun shrank immediately: "You have so many brats in your family, and you still want to fight with my twelfth brother..."

Wang Ping'er snorted: "Hey, don't make it sound like Twelve Brothers have no choice but you and me. I don't think Twelve Brothers would like it!"

Zhou Dachun didn't feel comforted at all, he was still downcast, but fortunately his work was not slow, Wang Ping'er ignored him.

Gong Twelve silently poured down the last cart of wheat ears, lifted them away, and silently returned to his yard, and began to thresh the wheat ears.

Yes, compared to not having any advanced machines, not even hand-made machinery, one can only use a flail composed of a set of flat bamboo strips and a knocking rod to thresh the ears of wheat...

Isn't it just that you are being talked about marrying and not marrying? I just need to work harder and go home in the past two years. I don't care if you are a brother who marries a man and a man who has a child!

The young master Gong who once exploded at one o'clock, and insisted on theorizing about one, two, and three if a word was wrong, can also be very quiet.

Life is really the most able to hone people.

Father Gong sees that the only flail in his family is in the hands of his eldest brother, and he will definitely not be able to get it back, but if he really ignores everything and just watches his eldest brother and his relatives busy with work, he will feel really sorry——

Two days before the harvest, Gong Twelfth didn't even allow him to deliver the rice, Gong's father was already very disturbed, but fortunately, the two big pieces of meat sent to Wang's house were accepted, so he felt better.

Now this guy is at the door of his house, and it is said that even Wang Ping'er came out with injuries to dry the ears of wheat, so he naturally refused to rest.

Simply, it happened that the left-neighboring sixth uncle’s house had already shed the wheat yesterday, so he knocked on the door and asked the sixth uncle to borrow a flail. Who is that?

Although there is no option to increase eyesight in the character panel, his nearly [-]-point constitution is enough for him to have the eyes of an eagle, the ears of a wolf, the speed of a leopard, and the strength of a bear!

Duodu found out Gong's father's intentions at the first time, Gong Twelve was too lazy to waste his saliva, and didn't say a word. Between turning his hands, Gong's father was still stupidly holding the flail, but his hand was empty. up!

Gong Daishan was astonished: "When did he learn how to fight with bare hands? Which kid taught him indiscriminately?"

The martial arts handed down by the Gong family has a similar special skill of hand-to-hand combat with weapons, but it was summed up by the ancestors for many years in the face of the enemy. It's not human who caused the disaster, those skills were learned by the Gong family's children who entered the ancestral house for the second time...

It's not that brother can never learn, but when did brother twelve go to the ancestral house to learn something?

But don't let that kid break the rules and show off outside for Brother Twelve to see, right?

Gong Daishan frowned, only thinking about whether he wanted to talk to his cousin Daixing, so that he could beat the boys in the clan, Gong Twelfth then hacked away from Sanlang Zhushi—that is, Mr. Gongdaishan— He also took a flail in his hand, Gong Daishan saw it clearly this time, Brother Twelve's hand is similar to the empty-handed sword, but it is a bit more delicate than the clan's skills, it is used to grab a flail or something...

Gong Daishan's face was a little twitching, and Mrs. Zhu also glared at Gong Twelve:

"I know you are capable. You can carry several buckets of water at once, but this flail can't be used with just a handful of strength. You can't use one, two are not enough, and you still have to take three?"

Gong Twelve was not annoyed, and tried his left hand—thanks to Mr. System, the increasingly rare attribute points are really easy to use, the left hand is more dexterous than left-handers, and there is no pressure to thresh a flail with one hand!

It’s just that it’s a bit difficult for the right hand to control two at the same time, but it’s like he’s just unfamiliar with picking up a flail, but he’ll get used to it soon. The thumb and index finger clamp a tap rod, and the ring finger and little finger clamp another tap rod , When necessary, the wrists, elbows, knees and feet are on the same level, but they gradually become proficient.

Mrs. Zhu was still with his hips akimbo. Over there, Gong Twelve had already manipulated three flails by himself. From time to time, he used his legs to stuff ears of wheat into the flails, or kick the stalks from the wheat grains to the side. The speed was incredible. (liao) (le)!

Looking at the grains of wheat that Gong Twelve had made for a while, and then looking at the ones on the other side of Gongdai Mountain, Zhu Shi silently put down his hands:

"Don't let me thresh, let me raise the wheat head office, right?"

But there must be so much wheat to grow!

Gong Twelve almost blocked the road. When threshing, they sprinkled the grains as evenly as possible. If they were uneven, they would be kicked and flailed casually. Don't forget to lift the previous one and change the side...

The most annoying thing is that Wang Tongguan and others also follow suit, and they still have to learn even if they don't look like it!

Zhu Shi stared at her husband-in-law who had already learned a lot, then crossed his waist again, and a smile flashed in Gong Daishan's eyes:

"Okay, I really want to do something, why don't I help Dalang cook a delicious meal, and also take a look at Zhuzi and the others, don't make too much trouble at Erlang's house."

Father Gong over there had already accepted his fate and went back to help Dalang cook. At this time, Mrs. Zhu had no choice but to accept her fate.

It's just that he didn't forget to stare at Gong 12 more before turning around.

Wang Jinguan laughed straight at the sight: "I don't know when Goudan and the others will be as filial as Twelve."

Goudan is the nickname of the eldest son of the Wang family, and he has to wait until he enters school to get his real name.

Wang Yinguan sighed: "It's hard, don't talk about dog eggs, cat eggs, donkey eggs, and the others, it's not as good as twelve and a half."

Cat eggs and donkey eggs are the second and third boys of the Wang family, and there are horse eggs and cow eggs underneath. Fortunately, there are no eggs or duck eggs, otherwise they would have to be served on the table every day!

Wang Tongguan was unconvinced: "Twelve is of course excellent, but how can we be so bad? Picking wheat ears earlier, don't look at Tao Ai, they have a meticulous division of labor, and they are so old and clean!"

The youngest, Wang Manguan, loves to compete with the third elder brother, but he also takes his side in this matter: "Gods and they are fine!"

Wang Jinguan silently opened his eyes, and Wang Yinguan smiled:

"No matter how good it is, no matter how good Twelve is a brother, can they compare with a brother?"

Wang Tongguan and Wang Manguan immediately lowered their heads, and took another look at the speed at which Ge Er Gong Twelve was working. They couldn't care less about talking, and hit the rods repeatedly!

But sometimes things are so strange. The four brothers of the Wang family have four flails, and each of them is an old farmer who is used to doing the work. For Shanggong Twelve, there are four flails with one hand—

Zhu Shi didn't know what to think, so he went to borrow another flail to give him a detour.

——Slightly inferior!

Even though Gong Daishan's share is included, they still do more than Gong Twelve, but the five men, five capable men in their prime of life, compared to the last brother, who is only nine years old in the next year, are not as heavy as them Half of the little brother...

Wang Manguan held his younger brother's shoulders:

"I see that not only Zhou Dachun wants to make shoes for Twelve, you, but also the one in my house, um, Dalang might call Erlang Saburo in... really want to do something for Twelve——

I originally thought that the four of us brothers were going to work for the Gong family, but it turned out that twelve and one did more work than us!Instead, we went to rub his labor! "

Wang Ping'er didn't have any opinion on this: "Even if there is no such thing, I should thank him if Brother Chong dared to go to Cheng's ancestral hall with Old Han uncle alone!"

On the contrary, Wang Manguan and his three elder brothers, even when they saw Wang Pinger's complete set of clothes for Gong Twelve, they still felt hot and felt inadequate!

Lizheng also thought about the possibility of getting Goudan to get closer to Shuanzi, and only Lizheng's husband, Mrs. Liu, could think of it the most:

"Twelve is naturally very good, but this is not the case. Instead of thinking about how much labor is lost to Twelve, it is better to take a good rest and help others tomorrow!"

Although I feel sorry for the panic caused by my sons, but now that the year of disaster is coming, a little brother can be so generous, they are still upright anyway, how can they stand by and watch?

There is no objection from the few pots, but they are a little hesitant about whether to avoid the twelve palaces tomorrow, but they will not be lazy because of this.

Fortunately, the Gong family and the Wang family are two clans no matter how close they are, and Gong Twelve knows very well that even though his family's land is more adjacent to the Wang family and other foreign surnames, if he is really finishing his own work, he must help When other families take the lead, the strong and labor-intensive families in the Gong clan always give priority.

Even these families have always arranged young and strong people in the clan to help out in previous years.

Gong Twelve's family was originally one of the families who were helped.

But you can't be close!

Gong Twelve felt that he was a sensible person, and it took him two days to become famous in the clan again——

With four flails with both hands, one person can do the work of four or five people. It is produced by the male god of the palace family. It is unique and childlike!

Woke up on the third day, and began to help non-Gong and non-Wang surnames, but Zhou Dachun's family had already settled down, so only Liu's needed help, so it only took half a day.

In the afternoon, I started to conquer the Wang family area...

Wang Manguan feels that these days are enough to work hard, and the Wang family has rich labor and many people come out to help, but...

Looking at Gong Twelve, Wang Manguan didn't even have the strength to twitch his face.

Some people are so miraculous, even if they are supposed to be one of the disadvantaged groups, they can kill the so-called strong people in seconds, and there are only a group of them in a second.

☆, first encounter

This year, although there was a drought for four consecutive months when the rain was most needed, and a sudden heavy rain in previous years when the rain was least expected, but because of the concerted efforts of the villagers, those who did not have the strength to carry water did their best to water and weed. Small tasks such as catching bugs, even sewing, cleaning, and feeding chickens and ducks free up strong laborers. The result of the perfect division of labor is that the crops are not affected by the drought, but enjoy the benefits of high temperatures. I don’t have to be greedy to wait until the previous year’s harvest to harvest. The tassels are harvested when they are almost weighed, and the division of labor is reasonable when threshing and drying...

So when it was raining heavily, most of the people in the village had dried their food and sent it to the warehouse. A few families couldn’t catch up. Because of the previous inertia of the whole village, the whole village rescued the food of two or three families. , and it will never get wet.

What's more, although it rained for two consecutive days, let alone the water in the Baishui River was filled up in those two days, it was not enough to quench the thirst of the land. The rain did not stop for half a day, and the land was dry enough to spread the grain directly to dry. .

It’s just that it’s a little more troublesome in the two days when it rains, but the most important thing for the big guys this autumn and winter is firewood. The dolls were affected by the previous atmosphere, and even when they were crazy, they didn’t forget to do something for the family village as much as possible. There are a lot of hay and firewood all over the mountains.

After getting up on the kang, although people are panicked by the heat, the food is not damp at all.

In such a severe drought, Xiaowang Village had a bumper harvest year.

It’s just that the other neighbors are a little bit unfavorable. People in the upstream like Liushuli are better. No one in Xiaowang Village really died of drought. They are always in the upper reaches of Baishui River. If they can be like Liushuli I also put all my strength in one place, and the harvest will not be much worse than that of Xiaowang Village, and the ones who will be worse are those who obviously have a strong labor force but cannot afford to work hard.

Tongjiagou is even closer to Xiaowang Village, and even learned the method of mixing soybeans, and the harvest is not bad.

But other places, like Chengjia Village, who only know how to figure out the best of "righteousness", or Shangxi Village and Xiaxi Village, where one will do everything before it is irreversible, while the other is usually when there is nothing to do. He refused to dig another ditch, but he was willing to work hard when it came to a critical moment...

There must always be such and such deficiencies.

Xiaowang Village had a bumper harvest this time, and the harvest was very low-key. Although this year's grain will definitely be sold at a high price, who would be willing to sell the harvested grain so desperately?

Even the first two years were good years, and there was no shortage of grain in the granary, so I would rather keep it.

Because an old man said:

"Drought, flood, drought, and flood, and after the severe drought, there may be locust gods appearing..."

Everyone became more and more cautious, and would rather work hard to expand the granary than sell a bucket.

Even the food sales team that the Gong family always goes out after autumn has been canceled this year.

But if the grain selling team didn't go out, it didn't mean that the big guys stayed in the village.

It is said that there will be autumn next year, and several scholars in the palace family will go to buy books and buy the newly published Master Shiwen.

In addition to these high-end ones, each family also has small things that each family needs to buy.

For example, the palace family.

Gong Twelve has received four or five sets of clothes these days, among which Wang Ping'er alone contributed a complete set from the inside to the outside, another set was jointly made by Dalang and Shiro from his family, plus five pairs of shoes, and Zhou Dachun again. He sent three pairs and a set of clothes for Xiao Shuanzi...

But even so, Father Gong also felt that the clothes of his sons were not enough:

"Shuanzi will be able to enter school in the next year. Although the clan has all kinds of subsidies, I still have to make two suitable clothes, a schoolbag, and bunt shoes for martial arts..."

again:

"Ping'er Dachun and the others are all interested, but the eldest brother is a brother after all, and he doesn't like fancy clothes. At least he should buy two flowers and a hairband to wear. Don't let people treat you like a kid..."

Palace Twelve ==: I am not a kid, I am a big man!

But I also know what Grandpa Gong is thinking. It is probably just that in previous years, there was nothing to do. This year, the family suddenly got better. The clan helped build a big house, and the granary at home was also full, because rabbits, chickens and ducks were sold. , and there are two wild boars that Gong Twelve used to go down the mountain to look for food before the autumn harvest, and one that was caught after the autumn harvest. Once they were sold, they would have money in their hands. I just want to dress up and dress up my children...

Gong Twelfth didn't go to earn money with Father Gong, and although he didn't care about flowers, he didn't think about living here for a long time, but after all, he came here once, and the more he looked at the man who had already saved 20 yuan. JJ points, the more I think about going back soon, the more I feel that it is worthwhile to go out and have a look.

——Otherwise, if you turn around and talk to that bastard Gong Shiyi, you will die of laughter if you only spend time carrying water and farming once you travel through time?

With such thoughts in mind, Gong Twelve rushed into the mountain one day in advance, hunted down two goats and caught a pair of live wild ducks, and went to the town market together with Gong's father.

Well, the uncle Gong Qie is also with him. It is said that some of the scholars in the family have not been selected comprehensively. He wants to help find some connections and copy out the residence newspapers of the past two years.

Gong Twelve was very impolite, he rubbed against his uncle's carriage together with his father and his younger brother, and even tied the sheep and ducks to the back of the carriage.

The horses pulling the cart were very old, but they walked very steadily, and the frequency of the bumps in the cart was very uniform. Only occasionally, the potholes on the ground were really big, and the bumps would be different.

Most of the time, the frequency of the clucking of the horseshoe is like the most well-proportioned drumbeat. Even if the sound of the quacking of the duck is high and low, it can also synthesize a kind of simple harmony.

Gong Qiexi was very inadequate, shaking his head in distaste:

"Wake up in the morning of autumn and go to Lao Ma Village Road. What an artistic conception it should be. I just want to make these two ducks annoying, vulgar, vulgar!"

Apa Gong moved uneasily, Xiao Shuanzi blinked, and turned his attention away from the opened car curtain, but he didn't speak.

Gong Twelve retorted casually: "But there are still a few rows of wild ducks and geese to break the loneliness of autumn?"

Although Xiao Shuanzi turned his head back, the curtain of the car was still raised, and he could see a group of early geese flying by in the distance, and there were wild ducks quacking, so Gong Qixi let out a "Huh" and asked Gong Father:

"I haven't heard that Eleven Lang is a master of poetry and calligraphy? Could it be that Hachiro broke his oath and taught twelve poetry and calligraphy?"

Gong's father is the second in the family, but the eleventh in the family, so Gong Qiexi called his nephew Fulang the eleventh.

But Hachiro was referring to Grandpa Gong, who ranked eighth among his brothers of the same generation.

As for swearing not to teach the elder brother in the family to learn poetry and books, it is the hidden pain left over from the Liuxi incident. Gong Qixi probably also knew that the misunderstanding between Gong Apa and Gong Agong and others on this matter had been resolved, so he asked. Have no scruples.

Sure enough, Father Gong is not as sensitive as before, but just modest:

"Where did he read any books? It's obvious that he can't speak well. Two rows of wild geese call a few ducks, but a few rows of wild ducks call a few geese. How can we be so lonely in a car?"

Xiao Shuanzi originally followed his uncle to praise his elder brother, but after hearing this, he turned to his father:

"Brother is very good at writing poems, but next time you have to pay attention to reality!"

Gong Twelve: Anyway, it’s not my poem, but I don’t know where I heard it, even if I remember where I heard it, I can’t explain it clearly to you natives from other worlds...

So Gong Twelve simply stopped talking, but Gong Qixi smiled at Xiao Shuanzi and explained to him the mystery of the words used in the poem. There are both lines and sounds, or one line is exchanged for another sound, all of which are the beauty of poetry!

Palace Twelve: I don’t understand.

Grandpa Gong: I don’t understand +1, plus the uncle is a very powerful person.

Xiao Shuanzi: +1 if you don’t understand, +1 if you don’t understand, to be frank...

"Anyway, it's just to change the words to make the rhythm better! Later, you have to guess the meaning yourself if you want to understand the meaning!"

Gong Jixi smiled and sighed: "Another one who doesn't understand poetry!"

Looking at Gong Twelve with burning eyes, it seems that he has the meaning of cultivating him to become a master of poetry in the Gong family. Unfortunately, Gong Twelve did not receive it well. After the food in his stomach was almost bumped to his throat by this symmetry, he finally Can't help but jump out of the car:

"I'm running to follow!"

Father Gong (⊙o⊙)?

Gong Qie (⊙o⊙)?Could it be that I was annoyed or annoyed?

Xiao Shuanzi immediately shook his head: "Brother won't be so stingy! Brother is the best, I'm afraid it's because he doesn't need to carry water recently and he wants to exercise in a hurry?"

Thinking about the experience of being pulled up by my brother to run around his yard these days, my half-baked guesses turned into certainties:

"Brother must be exhausted from sitting, you need to move loose!"

Gong Daiyun, who was driving the car: "...this loose method is quite special."

After these few months, even a mature man like him can't bear it. Driving now, he feels that the whip is not as dexterous as it used to be. As a result, these twelve brothers...

Gong Twelve really walked all the way to the town more than twenty miles away. Gong Daiyun's gaze went from being stunned and shocked to admiring and calm all the way.

#我们家十二哥儿 is so handsome! #

The handsome twelfth brother was ashamed at this time, and he ran all the way to the town, but when he was fast entering the town, he happened to meet a really handsome little man, wearing a white horse, wearing a jade crown and a silver belt around his waist, and his complexion was also as bright as jade. Run, there is no peerless beauty, if you add a silver gun, you can cosplay the eternal male god Zhao Zilong...

It's just that no matter how handsome the male god is, the ashes raised by the horse's hoof are not so good.

Although Gong Twelve had heard the sound of horseshoes earlier, he ignored the power of the horseshoes added to the dirt road for a while, and looked up curiously, his face was covered with dirt, his nose was ashes, and a few grains of sand fell into his eyes!

This taste is so sour!

☆, happy or not

Poor Gong Twelve, wasting all his attribute points and physical fitness, but his good hearing can't help him not paying attention, he is curious when he hears the sound of horseshoes approaching, insisting on looking up; his eyesight is good but he can't rub the sand, His good sense of smell allowed him to know that the dust that had been picked up still smelled of horse manure without looking carefully!

For a moment, the involuntary tears, snot, and saliva from deliberately coughing made Gong Twelve, who was still majestic and high-spirited, and still not panting after running for more than ten miles, become a red-eyed, red-nosed man. Red, and there is a little doll whose face is half dusty and full of tears that can't be wiped off. It looks pitiful, but it's also completely neglected.

Gong Daiyun had already parked the ox cart aside, Gong Apa also got out of the cart in a hurry, took the handkerchief and was about to wipe his face, but although his handkerchief was softer than the cloth used for clothes, it was still However, the water absorption is really limited when made of linen. Where can I wipe it clean?

But there was also a little Shuanzi jumping on tiptoe:

"Big brother, squat down, I'll lick the sand off for you!"

Gong Twelve-Yi thought of the smell of horse dung in the dust, and thought of Xiao Shuanzi's kindness to take a bite of something good for himself, so he would lift the rest to his mouth to share a few mouthfuls. Let the little embolus lick what?

For a moment, I just wanted to take out the towel, and I was afraid that Apa Gong would turn around and ask questions, so I could not explain clearly, so I held back, blinked, hoping that the tears would wash away the dust, and then clung to Apa Gong:

"Don't be too busy, go back to the car and get some water for me to rinse my mouth."

I don't feel it when I speak normally, but when I deliberately swallowed something accidentally, I realized that the movements between the lips and tongue are also learned and exquisite!

In short, there was a period of turmoil, and Gong Twelve managed to tidy himself up to the point where he could open his eyes and stop his cough. Looking back, the white-clothed boy rode away without knowing when, and there was only freshly baked stuff that was still smoking. Gong Twelve felt disgusted again when he saw it, and his admiration for the boy in white changed from his admiration for the first time to his disgust, and Zhao Zilong fell behind Lu Fengxian in the order of male gods in his heart.

But this person ran away, and it was not Gong Twelve's style to scold the air for fun, so he had to carry Xiao Shuanzi back to the car, and then went to help Gong Gong's father, thinking about going to town as soon as possible. Find a place to wash it off.

Father Gong didn't know what he was thinking, and held up a handkerchief to wipe his face, but Gong Twelve refused. The little water in the car was not enough to clean the handkerchief. How dirty he is!

Xiao Shuanzi squeezed onto the shaft of the car, and actually handed out a handkerchief, which was still quite clean and white. Gong Twelve was overjoyed to see it, and wiped his face several times until the whiteness turned gray. stand up:

"I heard the wind just now... that guy gave this handkerchief?"

Although this veil is not enough to be used after being dusted, it can make Gong Twelve a little bit cleaner, but thinking that the owner of this veil is the murderer who sent him with eyes full of horse dung, Gong Twelve and I couldn't even feel a little bit of gratitude, and finally couldn't hold back the words:

"Looking at the way he gallops on horseback, I thought it was a man... a man! I don't want to be angry with this woman who wears a handkerchief!"

Apa Gong is someone who really doesn't know how to read words and expressions, so he actually responded with a smile:

"It's not brother, I can see clearly, there is no red mole on the forehead, although he looks too handsome, he is a real little man!"

Gong Daiyun looked at it and laughed, and Gong Qixi even stroked his beard and laughed:

"Little Twelve is obviously blaming others, so how can he really care whether someone is a brother or a man?"

Gong Twelve had a cold face: "Why did I blame him? It's obvious that he was riding a horse on the road and ignoring pedestrians..."

Gong Qiexi shook his head:

"You, you, this road is also divided into pedestrian and horse paths, you have to run to the side of the horse path, and you have to look up when other horses pass by, isn't it just asking for it?

Besides being so picky, it's not to vent anger, is it because he took a fancy to that little guy? "

Gong Twelve looked around, this road was already a big road in Lao Ju's mouth, but in fact it was just a dirt road with about two lanes, Gong Twelve didn't pay attention to it before, he was only used to protecting the outside like that when going out with his mother and aunts on weekdays , I didn’t pay attention to running to the middle of the road, and because of this, I ate almost no waste of that mouthful of horse dung and plaster.

But then again:

"This road is so small, even if you avoid the side of the road, you will inevitably get gray hair, right?"

Gong Qiexi didn't even bother to talk about it, he lifted his chin a little, Gong Daiyun sitting on the hood of the car, and the three or two passers-by on the side of the road, who didn't at least wear a bamboo hat or even a sweat scarf around his head and face?

Palace Twelve:

"...Well, I was not careful, but you always keep talking about the little guy, and it's still...

Sure enough, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and she really knows how to read after reading for many years!Does everything look romantic? "

He was going to say that Gong Qixi was old and disrespectful, but he didn't want to set a bad example for Xiao Shuanzi to disrespect his elders, so he changed the way of saying it, but it's better not to change it!

Gong Qiexi seemed to suddenly realize that the tea in the cup was extremely delicious. After tasting it for a long time, he didn't speak, just shook his head and squinted his eyes.

Gong Daiyun buttoned down the brim of his hat, covering his mouth with a smile.

Xiao Shuanzi stayed on the sidelines for a long time, finally felt that the time was right, and grinning, she lay down on Father Gong's lap, and showed him a purse with plain white bamboo patterns:

"Brother just gave it to you. It's attached to a handkerchief and thrown over it. There are fun little fishes in it!"

Apa Gong looked down and was startled, but it turned out to be four whitebaits, one of which was as thick as his little finger, probably weighing more than one or two!

The four fish together should be at least four or five taels. His eldest brother has suddenly become very capable in the past few months, but seriously, the food from the wild species hunted these days, in addition to keeping enough rations for tooth hunting, saving It's not even twelve miles away!

In the end, the little man just accidentally raised the big brother's idea, although it was heartbreaking to see the big brother's distressed appearance just now, after all, it was just a matter of blowing his eyes and choking a few times, how could it be worth so much money? Mile?

Grandpa Gong felt very uneasy, but the little man had already run away alone, and there was nowhere to look for him to return the things, so his heart became more and more uneasy.

Gong Qiexi finally tasted enough "tea", he stared carefully at the dingy handkerchief, and then focused on the purse, then turned his head to look at the four small fishes that were nothing but four or five taels of silver , smiling and shaking his head:

"Eleventh Lang is indeed an honest man."

Gong Twelve pursed his lips, feeling that it would be a shame to replace such a small thing with his face covered in horse manure, but seeing Gong's father like that, he had no choice but to comfort him:

"Looking at his direction, it may be heading towards Xiaowang Village. If we meet him later, just return the money to him."

And said:

"The crops are also tidied up. In a few days, I will go to the mountains to hunt some more wild animals, and I will hunt fish much bigger than this for my father and brother."

After all, Father Gong was amused:

"How old is Daddy, is he still playing? Even Shuanzi can't play like this."

He also said: "It's not easy to enter the mountains, you just have to be good, don't climb up and down to be scary, Dad will be happy."

The latter sentence is about the good deeds that Gong Twelve did when he came back from Chengjia Village that night. Gong Twelve himself did not forget to avoid deliberately when the story was the most lively, but unfortunately he didn't remember to use good words with Li Zheng Son, Father Gong heard the news the next day, how could he not be worried?

But it was because I happened to meet Cheng Jizong, no, Cheng Yi was critically ill and then recovered, Xiao Shuanzi talked about the danger of heatstroke after returning home, Gong Apa didn't see how Gong Twelve came back from the rope with his own eyes. He hadn't been fully aware of the danger, so he wouldn't arrest Gong Twelve heartily.

It's just that Jing'er always has to say a few words, Gong Twelve knows that he has not acted well, and he is grateful for the kindness of Gong's father, and he doesn't think he is nagging, so he winks and tells Xiao Shuanzi to go and please him , Sure enough, after a while, Father Gong turned all his thoughts to what kind of things to buy after selling the embroidery.

Gong Shishifang breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned quietly to the left. Even as he watched Father Gong put away the dirty handkerchief and the whitebait in his purse, he only moved his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything. jump out against