Chapter 63 Whether to pick the wild flowers on the roadside

The second master was not at home, so Zhou Chunhe stood under the camphor tree, counted with his fingers, and pointed down the mountain, "It must be there!"

As expected, the second master was wearing a straw hat, hunched over in the field, tending his one-third acre of land.

Zhou Chunhe walked over slowly without making a sound. He just walked to the old man's side. The second master saw Zhou Chunhe's shoes and realized that he was here.

"Second Master, you said it doesn't bother you to stay with them every day?" Zhou Chunhe squatted down, touched the spinach leaves with his hand, and said.

The second master slapped Zhou Chunhe's hand away, "How can you get tired of staying with your wife every day?"

"That said, can these dishes compare with my wife's?" Zhou Chunhe disagreed.

"Second Master, I don't have a wife. These dishes are my wives. They are even closer than my daughters-in-law. At least they will not abandon me. I will stay where I am and will not go anywhere."

"Old man, what are you mumbling about? Where are you going?" Zhou Chunhe didn't understand.

The second master stood up and clapped his hands, "What do you want from me?"

"It's not a big deal. I want to grow vegetables in a greenhouse, and I want Liu Guanshan to take charge of the overall situation for me."

"Why don't you grow your own?"

"I'm not this material." Zhou Chunhe laughed at himself, rubbing the soil in his hands into ashes.

"You kid, you can learn everything else quickly, but you don't know how to cook this kind of food at all. Don't tell anyone when you go out that you learned it from me." The second master mocked mercilessly.

Zhou Chunhe glanced at the second master with a resentful look, "Okay, I'll just say that I'm self-taught."

"I think it will work." Er Ye smiled.

The sun has gone down, but the remaining warmth is still there. Erye and Zhou Chunhe are sitting under the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness. Looking around, the fields are golden.

Zhou Chunhe was very thirsty, so he picked a taro leaf and went to the spring at the foot of the mountain to drink some water. He also brought some to the second master.

"This water is just sweet." Zhou Chunhe finished drinking, smacking his lips, and had endless aftertaste.

"Real mountain spring water is naturally delicious, but river water cannot compare to it," said the second master.

Zhou Chunhe quenched his thirst, leaned against the tree, and was about to fall asleep.

The second master threw a lump of dirt over him and said, "Go home and sleep. I can't carry you even if you're asleep."

Zhou Chunhe woke up with a start, got up, patted his butt and went home.

The wind from the fields blows from the mountains, carrying the fragrance of some grass and trees, blowing into people's internal organs, refreshing. Zhou Chunhe opened his hands and let the wind rake wantonly over his scalp, his body, and every fiber on his body.

The hair is refreshed.

On the ridge of the field at his feet, some unknown small flowers bloomed sporadically. Zhou Chunhe suddenly thought of the word "romantic", squatted down, and began to pick wild flowers.

After walking all the way, when they arrived at the entrance of the village, they already had a handful of red, pink, blue, green, white, and purple flowers in their hands. They were blooming in Zhou Chunhe's hands, and compared with the clouds on the horizon.

Zhou Chunhe pulled a few straws and tied them into a bunch. Holding the bunch of flowers, this rough man couldn't help but become a little gentle.

It's floating when I walk.

When he walked in, he was the first to bump into his mother, Mrs. Zhou.

"Oh my god, Miss Hua, please forgive me!" Mrs. Zhou saw only flowers but no one, thinking she had offended Lady Hua.

He put his hands together and apologized profusely.

"Mom, it's me." Zhou Chunhe poked his head out from behind the bouquet and grinned.

Mrs. Zhou calmed down and opened her eyes. When she saw that it was her son who was not a good person, she immediately put the broom in her hand to use and greeted him.

"Mom, don't hit. If you break the flowers, it will be difficult to pick them." Zhou Chunhe shouted. It doesn't matter if he has rough skin and thick flesh, but if he breaks his flowers, it's not that easy to talk about.

I keep it for coaxing my wife.

"Get away." Mrs. Zhou scolded, out of sight and out of mind was what she was talking about.

Jiang Lu was tired from making clothes, so she got up to move around, then picked up Fu Xiao'an's notes and read them again.

After thinking about it, I still have to finish copying this note. There is a lot of guiding knowledge in it that will be useful in the future.

Moreover, those who agreed to borrow it for two days should return it tomorrow.

As soon as Zhou Chunhe entered the house, he saw his wife lowering her head and writing something on the table.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are more diligent than a chicken, and you are not afraid of getting corns." Zhou Chunhe said, leaning forward quietly.

Jiang Lu wanted to take advantage of the last ray of light to copy more, but ignored him at all.

"Daughter-in-law?" Zhou Chunhe called tentatively.

Jiang Lu still worked hard.

Zhou Chunhe didn't know where he learned it. He sat down on the table and was about to strike a seductive pose when he heard a "click" and the four-legged table suddenly tilted.

"It's over!" Zhou Chunhe's heart felt cold, and he had roughly guessed what was going on.

Jiang Lu leaned down and looked underneath, only three of the four legs were left, and the other table leg was broken alive.

"Zhou Chunhe!" Jiang Lu shouted.

I stood up and looked up. The room was empty, and there was no trace of Zhou Chunhe anywhere.

On the table, a large handful of flowers appeared for nothing, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Jiang Lu understood instantly and understood why this guy suddenly became aroused.

She was a little touched, but she didn't dare to move. The table was now being supported by her.

"Zhou Chunhe, come back!" Jiang Lu shouted.

The next second, Zhou Chunhe was summoned back.

"You hide, let's see where you hide." Jiang Lu said angrily.

Zhou Chunhe held up the hammer and nails in his hands, "It's not about hiding, that's not my style." He took over the work from his wife and raised the table with his shoulders.

Jiang Lu was finally free.

Zhou Chunhe was tinkering in the room repairing the table legs.

Jiang Lu was sitting on the bed, holding a bouquet of flowers, feeling very happy.

No one has ever justified the reputation of these wild flowers. The song "Don't Pick Wild Flowers on the Roadside" has made the status of these unpopular wild flowers even worse. But look, the delicate roses and the beautiful and fragrant peonies are still there.

There are lilies with pleasant fragrance, which one is not grown in a greenhouse, and which one can withstand the rough wind in the fields and the warm sunshine in June?

This colorful piece is the background of their lives. It is not meant to attract people's affection, but just to add a strong or light touch to the greatest mother in the world - the earth.

At this moment, Jiang Lu felt that this little wild flower was the most beautiful.

"Did you pick this?" Jiang Lu asked knowingly.

Probably the most enjoyable game for couples in this world is to tell the answer I already know from your mouth.

"No, I'm so full that I picked this thing." It was obvious that Zhou Chunhe was not an ordinary person.

Jiang Lu was not interested and put the flowers aside, "Picked them up?"

"No." Zhou Chunhe banged the hammer and still shook his head.

"Then why did you bring this wild flower back?" Jiang Lu was so angry that he kicked her away.

"Click"!

The table leg that was just fixed broke again.

"Prodigal women, aunts, and ancestors, please don't move." Zhou Chunhe begged.

"You go ahead and fix it." Jiang Lu didn't want to look at him and took off for a walk. "Go and finish copying the notes."

"Fuck! You're still copying it," Zhou Chunhe protested.

The most beautiful flowers in the world are given to you by your loved ones. No matter the color or flower shape, they are all beautiful.
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