Chapter 465 465: It’s good to have a daughter (first update)

In July there are leeks under the flowers, and in August there are lotus roots under the lotuses.

In the afternoon, Uncle Hua's family dug lotus roots, and everyone in the village who had time went to help. It was already past six o'clock, and the sun was still in the west, using the sky as a canvas, covering it with clouds to paint.

The female student who came back from school parked her bicycle on the side of the road, walked to the edge of the field, and quietly opened the lotus leaves.

"There, do you see it?"

"Holy shit, it's really Jing Zhao!"

The two little girls are both junior high school students, one from Jingjiacun and the other from Houzaozhuang.

Jing Rongrong from Jingjia Village said that a very famous photographer came to their village, and that the photographer was from her hometown. Hou Ziyu from Houzaozhuang didn't believe it.

No, Jing Rongrong brought Hou Ziyu over.

Among a group of middle-aged uncles digging lotus roots, a Jingzhao "mixed" in, and that was called Heli Jiqun.

Hou Ziyu took out his mobile phone and wanted to take some high-definition photos.

Jing Rongrong immediately blocked it with her hands: "You can't shoot."

"I'll just take a picture."

"No, you will definitely post on Weibo, and you can't even take a picture." Jing Rongrong heard her grandmother say that Jing Zhao came to the countryside to hold a funeral, and the village chief, Uncle Wu, went from house to house and told him not to take advantage of other people's sad things.

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The village chief also said that the road leading to Xiulifeng from the village entrance was built by Jingzhao with money.

Hou Ziyu pointed to the sky with four fingers: "I swear, I won't post on Weibo."

"Who swore not to drink milk tea last month until she lost ten pounds?"

Classmate Hou Ziyu, who was holding milk tea in her hand, snorted: "Stingy." If you don't want to take a picture, you won't take a picture. She put away her phone and said, "Rong Rong, why did Teacher Jing Zhao come to the countryside? Photography or construction of hometown?"

Jing Rongrong kept talking without changing her expression: "Didn't you see that? Teacher Jing came to the countryside to dig lotus roots."

The two girls stood on the ridge of the field, looking over from a distance.

The lotus flowers are blooming, and the pavilions are out of the water. There are three or two small boats carrying new lotus roots. A few lotus flowers have emerged from the lotus leaves. There are people standing in the middle of the water. I don’t know whether it is the flowers lining the people or the people lining the flowers. From a distance, it looks like

It's a painting scene.

Jing Zhao bent down and was washing lotus roots, looking back at the shore against the red clouds.

Jing Rongrong's heart trembled, and she pulled Hou Ziyu out of the lotus leaf bush: "He's looking over here, let's go quickly!"

Hou Ziyu turned around reluctantly: "You look so handsome in waders, I want to be his concubine."

"Dream on you."

Hou Ziyu laughed heartily.

Isn't the age of fourteen or fifteen the right age to dream? In dreams, every girl is a budding flower.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Zhao pushed aside the lotus leaves and responded.

Uncle Hua said: "It's almost done, let's go back."

"Um."

Three small boats returned fully loaded.

Lotus roots in this season are the freshest and can be sold at a good price.

Jing Zhao washed his hands and went ashore.

Aunt Hua picked some good-colored lotus roots and put them in a bamboo basket, then put a bag of lotus seeds on it and said, "Take this one back."

There were still mud spots on Jing Zhao's face, but he didn't care and didn't wipe it off: "I can't eat so much."

"You give some to Uncle Wu's house, and you take the rest back to the market." Aunt Hua weighed the bamboo basket, which weighed only ten or twenty kilograms. "The lotus root can be drained and the water can be left for a while, so it's not much.

, if you can’t finish eating the lotus seeds, you can dry them in the sun.”

Jing Zhao took the bamboo basket.

Jing Sihai, who was digging lotus roots together, landed ashore, and Aunt Hua also gave him a basket. He was not polite and just carried it on his back.

"Yueyue, I'm home."

Yueyue is an old girl from Jingsihai. She just went to kindergarten in the first half of the year.

She was wearing a lotus leaf skirt "made" by her neighbor's sister, and the same style of ruffles on her shoulders and head. It was just a lotus leaf twisting the inner part, and only the outer edge was left.

Then string "chains" made of sweet potato vines, and long ones hang down on both sides of the forehead.

Yueyue sat on a lotus leaf, weaving a new "chain" from left to right, her tender little arms already red from the sun: "Dad, help me put it on."

Jing Sihai is a big boss, how can he understand children's love for beauty: "What is this?"

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She also wore sweet potato vine earrings.

Jing Sihai helped her put the sweet potato vine around her neck. When she bent over, her knees touched the ruffled skirt around Yueyue's waist.

The lotus leaves break easily and the skirt is instantly scrapped.

Yueyue's little face wrinkled: "Dad, you broke my skirt."

Jing Sihai tied the outer skin of the sweet potato vine into a knot: "Wait, daddy will twist a better-looking one for you."

He went to the field again, picked the greenest and roundest lotus leaf, and made a skirt for his daughter.

It's good to have a daughter.

Jing Zhao smiled and went home.

People coming and going on the road were all people from Jingjia Village. Wang Huizhen, who was carrying water for the vegetable garden, met Liu Caimei, who was riding an electric bicycle.

Wang Huizhen raised her voice and asked Liu Caimei: "Where are you going?"

"Go to town to help my daughter pick up the express delivery."

"When you come back, come to my house to get the winter melon."

"I'll go later."

Winter melon is so big that one melon can feed half a village.

The electric bike has already ridden far, and Wang Huizhen is still carrying water.

Ahead of Wang Huizhen's house is Jing Guiyuan's house. Jing Sihai is holding Yueyue's hand and passing by Jing Guiyuan's house.

Jing Guiyuan asked: "Are you coming to play cards tonight?"

Jing Sihai waved his hand: "I won't come. I've lost several games in a row. I need to take a few days off to try my best."

Yueyue was wearing a lotus leaf skirt and sweet potato vine earrings and necklace. She was led by Jing Sihai and happily walked from the beginning of the village to the end of the village.

There are several families at the end of the village.

The village chief's house is adjacent to the bungalow where Jing Zhao lives. The village chief is the fifth eldest son in his family, so people in the village are accustomed to calling him fifth uncle.

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Second update coming soon
Chapter completed!