Fuya, wearing a fine cotton shirt and shorts, was lying on the kang mat and dancing with her little hands and feet. She tilted her head and looked at her father - in just a few days, he had a lot of white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face.

It's also much deeper.

Reborn in a new life, loved by her grandparents, loved by her uncles and aunts, doted on by her brothers... Although it was just over a month, Song Ziran fell in love with this poor but warm family.

In her previous life, she was born in a family that favored sons over daughters. After her successful career, she was regarded as the family's cash cow, and her uncles and uncles leaned on her to "suck blood." If she hadn't had a sensible and caring younger brother, she would have severed ties with that family long ago.

!If she dies, I guess her grandparents, parents, uncles, will only be sad that she lost a cash machine, and won’t care about her own life or death, right?

Song Ziran looked at the heavy rain outside the window and prayed devoutly for a sunny day tomorrow. Farmers in this era really depend on the sky for food. They are suffering so hard, God, please leave a way for the people to survive!

It's a pity that she, a materialist, can only pray to God helplessly and devoutly at this time! Her time travel has already subverted her understanding as an atheist. In the dark, it seems that there are a pair of big hands, turning the gears of fate...

…

The next day, the clouds dispersed and the sun shone brightly. Old Man Song gathered all the laborers in the family - including children over seven years old - and made a decision: "Let the sun dry the moisture on the grain ears in the morning, and start harvesting in the afternoon! At night

Even if you don’t sleep, you have to get the food back!”

Song Dafu frowned and said: "Dad, is it too urgent to harvest in the afternoon? How about waiting for two more days..."

"Wait? God waits for no one! The food is yours only when you receive it!" Old Man Song didn't want to gamble - take it back, and if the weather is good, you can dry it for a few more days. If the weather is bad... the worst is to burn all the kangs in the house.

, it can also be used to dry food!

Old Si Song, who was holding his daughter in his arms, was the first to stand up and support his father - in terms of farming, Old Man Song was much more experienced than them!

The scorching sunshine in July is scorching the earth, and the Houshan Village that has just rained is like a big steamer - hot and humid!

People from Houshan Village came to their fields one after another. Old Zhang came to the side of Old Man Song and said with a smile: "If the sun shines for two days, the crops will be ready for harvest! God will not starve the sparrows to death, God will indeed provide

We have a way out!"

Old Man Song clicked his pipe and pot a few times and said to him: "Our family has decided to collect the grain in the afternoon!"

"Collect it in the afternoon? Why don't you let it dry? Then cover it up when you get home!" Lao Zhangtou had a disapproving expression on his face.

"It's better to cover it up than to leave it in ruins!" Old Man Song said, "I won't feel at ease unless the food is recovered!"

Lao Zhangtou hesitated and said: "I... think about it again!"

Just after lunch in the afternoon, everyone in the Song family, except Fuya, who was almost three months old, went to the fields. The adults cut the wheat, the older children tied it up, and the younger ones followed behind to pick up the ears of wheat.

Fuya was lying in the basket, and was placed under the shade of a tree together with a jar of water. In order to prevent mosquito bites, Song Laosi made a gauze cover for her daughter, which was similar to a vegetable cover to prevent flies - emmm, she counted that.

Dish? Braised suckling pig? Not to mention, it looks pretty fat and white!

For little Fuya, this gauze cover is almost like a mosquito net!

The four-year-old friend Song Jiumao was driven back from the fields and given a difficult and important task - to take care of his sister. Song Jiumao happily accepted it. He loved playing with his sister the most!

Song Bamao expressed envy and hatred - she was obviously his biological sister, why wasn't he allowed to take care of her? He was much more careful in taking care of his sister than Stinky Jiumao!

"Fuya, I'm Jiumao, do you remember Brother Jiu?" The little black guy pressed his face against the veil, eager to touch his sister's little face. However, he remembered the big broom of his breasts.

, the little hand retracted again.

Nai always says that he and his brothers have dirty hands and cannot touch his sister. Where are his hands dirty?

...!

Looking at his little black paws, Jiu Mao couldn't stand it anymore. He said to Fuya: "Just stay here while I wash my hands! After washing them, I can take you out to play!"

Every time his fourth uncle comes home from work, he washes his hands and face before hugging Fuya. The little guy thinks that if he washes himself clean, he can hug his sister! My sister is lying in the basket and can't go anywhere. How boring is that?

Fuya touched his little face through the veil - why is this little bean so dark and even? It's like a small briquette, so black!

Jiu Mao touched the face that had been touched by his sister and laughed out loud: "Sister, wait for me, I'll be back soon!" The little guy spread his legs and ran towards the pool at the foot of the mountain.

It rained heavily for several days, and the water pool that was about to dry up became full again. The water in the pool was green and cool, and Little Douding stepped on the stones by the water, clumsily sticking out his little butt and washing his hands. He washed it again and again, and the water was black.

The little face is full of seriousness.

Suddenly, a few drops of water splashed on his face - Huh? It's raining?

Jiu Mao raised his head, seeing a clear sky above his head. He returned to the pool with doubtful eyes. At this moment, a fish over one foot long jumped up, frightening him.

The fish landed not far from him, struggling hard, jumping up and down, and looking like it was about to return to the water again. Jiumao pounced on it with an "ouch--", holding down the big fish firmly, and clawing at it.

Its gills were dragged in a direction away from the pool.

At this moment, another smaller fish jumped onto the shore. He dragged the fish in his hand and walked over hard, freeing one hand to catch the other one. After all, the little guy was only four years old, so he had to stop this one and that one.

It started to jump again; press that one, and the other one started to flutter again. After sweating all over, I still couldn't get two fish!

He dragged the fish further away one by one, placed stones on them, and gathered some weeds to cover them, before running back.

Jiumao ran out of breath and ran to the field, tugging at his sleeves. Mrs. Wu lowered her head and showed disgust: "I asked you to look at my sister, and you went to roll in the mud? Look at you, you are like a mud monkey.

Like! You won’t touch your sister with your muddy claws, will you? No, I have to see how lucky I am!”

"Nai! Hoo ho... fish! ... Ho ho ho... there's a big fish!!" Jiu Mao gasped, taking Nai's arm and pulling him toward the pool.

"Fish? Where's the fish? You're not dreaming, are you? It's better for you to look at your sister and fall asleep yourself!" Mrs. Wu shook off the little clay monkey's hand and let him stay cool!

The little clay monkey Jiumao was so anxious that he almost burst into tears. He stuttered and said: "I... I went to the pool to wash... my hands. The fish... the fish jumped out... I, I caught it! There was...
Chapter completed!