The virtual gods manage everything in the world with a full sense of humanity. On the surface, it seems that God controls everything, but in fact people are still managing themselves, but every household worships the gods, the land, the door god, the God of Wealth, the God of Thunder, the God of Fire.

, mountain god... All the gods enjoy the sacrifices of human beings, and at the same time bring blessings and warmth to every household.

The dog carried my mother off the horse's back, and then, like an ordinary family, was busy offering sacrifices to various gods. It was obvious that the face of the potato was filled with joy, and the flames blew out of the stove reflected the faces of the family.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the steam in the room covered the family with a phantom. I haven't been home for more than a year. The potato arranged the family's life in an orderly manner, and prepared all the things for the New Year.

Well, especially my mother, she was dressed cleanly and warmly, and her face looked very healthy

Kang, felt a little guilty, and felt sorry for his wife. The two daughters hadn't seen their father for more than a year and looked a little unfamiliar. Suddenly, they remembered the years when they were newlywed, and their tireless calves almost every night.

When I was deeply cultivating the two-part paddy fields, the seeds sown were not harvested... A trace of doubt arose in a corner of my heart. Could it be that these two daughters were not kida's biological children? Kida didn't dare to think about it because he was unwilling to delve into the past.

You can't understand life too much, and sometimes you have to pretend to be confused.

After dinner, the two daughters slept with grandma and put on the kang of potatoes. The couple who used to support each other now seem a little unfamiliar. The two sat opposite each other silently, watching the huge shadows shaking under the lamppost, potatoes suddenly cried.

She choked up and said: Her father, give our two children a name.

Geda suddenly thought that his eldest daughter was twelve years old and his younger daughter had already celebrated her tenth birthday, but she had never given her a formal name to her child. The villagers called "Dunzi" and "Bangmai" and "Bangmai".

It is time to give the child a name, and the name must be delicate, but if you don’t know a big word, it really makes the kid named a child a stump. He thought for a long time and said to his wife: All those who know literacy in our village will be posted.

Tomorrow I will beg Guo Quan to give the child a delicate name. Yang Tao suddenly had an idea and said: Our eldest daughter is called Xiuqi, and the second daughter is called Xiuhua. How about it?

It seems that the potato is almost forty years old. A forty-year-old woman has been doing physical work for many years and is as rough as an elm bump. The potato is heartbroken and a hint of emotion comes out of her heart for no reason. He pressed the potato down.

The potato was stripped naked and saw that the potato was lying motionless. She didn't take the initiative to cater to the potato and inserted the plowshare into the deep ditch. However, she found that the land in the ditch had been broken and the bull was pulled.

After finishing the reins, the few drops of dew were sprinkled into the trench.

Yao said quietly under the lump body: His father, come and find a gentleman to show you tomorrow. I am worried that something is wrong with you.

Genta suddenly turned over and sat up, Ci stared at Yang Tao and asked: What did you say just now?

Yang Tao still looked calm: Actually, there is nothing to hide at this point. These two daughters were not your biological daughters, but I and Gou Sheng, because we have been married for several years and have not had children. I want to verify

Is it a problem that lies with me? No man in the village can fall in love with me, so I went to find a dog leftover...

Putu suddenly yelled like crazy: Potato, don’t say anything, okay?!
Chapter completed!