A sly smile flashed in his beautiful eyes, but he said deliberately: "If grandfather had no other instructions, then my grandson would go down and pack his bags."

King Wu waved his hand.

Luo Xingchen turned around and walked towards the study door, counting in his heart: "One, two,..."

"Wait!"

Behind him, King Wu's voice came.

The corners of Luo Xingchen's lips raised slightly, and when he turned around, his handsome face regained its calmness.

"What else does Grandfather have to say?" he asked.

King Wu cursed this brat in his heart. He was very smart in the past. When they met, he told him about his grandmother. This time, the little girl with graceful sleeves was no longer around. This brat was also stupid. He was not at all stupid.

clever.

No eyesight at all!

"Then what..." King Wu's eyes flickered and he looked around, "After you land, you don't have to rush to the capital. You can go back to Changping Village."

"Yeah!" Luo Xingchen nodded.

With such a concise and concise word, King Wu didn't know how to connect the rest of his words.

"Your father is currently at home. Go back and have a good time with your parents, and fulfill your obligations as a son and grandson." King Wu said again.

"Okay!" Luo Xingchen was still watching his nose and heart.

King Wu was so angry that his beard stood up.

The brat can't say a few more words, or even say a few words of advice, such as: Grandpa, grandma misses you very much, don't you have anything to say, or do you want to ask your grandson to take the items back?

King Wu's face turned red. After holding it in for a long time, he finally took out an envelope from his arms and threw it on the table.

"Help me take this to your grandmother!" he said.

"Bring it to whom?" Luo Xingchen suddenly raised his head and asked loudly, his eyes becoming particularly bright.

King Wu was so angry that he raised his hand, wanting to hit this stupid boy on the forehead several times.

Seeing the boy's cunning smile, King Wu knew that he had fallen into his trap.

Throwing off his sleeves, he walked angrily toward the door with his hands behind his back. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and said angrily at Luo Xingchen's evil voice: "Let your grandma open it, don't peek!"

Dropping this warning, King Wu quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

Luo Xingchen came to the desk, picked up the letter to his grandmother left by his grandfather and weighed it in his hand, his expression became a little strange.

In my memory, my grandfather was a man of few words.

There are conservatively estimated to be five pieces of letter paper in this envelope. What kind of long speech did my grandfather write for my grandmother to appreciate?

He turned over both sides of the envelope, his eyes fell on the sealing wax, and he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

It's just not welded with iron. How can he peek at it with such tightness?

Luo Xingchen began to pack his luggage...

I saw a doll in the drawer, which was given to me by my mother.

When I came back last time, the girl Ying Xiu was still there.

She fell in love with this doll at first sight and asked him for it many times. He wanted to tease her but he wouldn't give it to her.

Luo Xingchen frowned, took out the doll and walked out of the study, heading towards Yingxiu's yard...

Changping Village finally ushered in a peaceful and busy time.

Earlier around May, there were continuous rainy days, but now it’s late June and July, and it hasn’t rained for half a month.

This makes everyone anxious.

Not to mention that the water level of the river at the entrance of the village is falling day by day, even the large pond at the entrance of Changping Village is much shallower.

The little things that women dropped when washing in the past can now be found. The water is becoming turbid day by day, and the ecological environment has suddenly become bad.

Yang Huazhong and Li Zheng from several nearby villages got together to figure it out, and finally decided to open the reservoir above Zhengjia Village and divert the water from the reservoir.

Following the irrigation canals dug by Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang with the villagers during the flood fight more than ten years ago, water was directed to eight villages ten miles away to irrigate crops and nourish cattle and sheep.

The water level of the river behind the village suddenly rose, and the water plants that were about to be burned to brown by the scorching sun stretched lazily in the clear river water.

The water flowed into the pond at the entrance of the village, filling the pond to the brim, and the village women could finally bathe happily.

Men and children were finally able to throw their sweat-soaked bodies into the embrace of the pond on a summer evening after a tiring day.

Chickens, ducks, pigs, cows and other poultry and livestock finally no longer need to die of thirst. Water is truly the source of life!

In the morning, Blacksmith Luo and Mr. Luo Fengtang were playing with the keel waterwheel in the yard.

At the entrance of the hall, Wang Cuilian had just returned from the vegetable garden and pulled out a few edamame plants.

Yang Ruoqing brought a small spoon over, and together with Wang Cuilian, she picked the pods from the edamame seedlings, then peeled the shells and used the plump and round green edamame grains as ingredients.

It has been more than ten years since I came to this world, and I have already become one with this authentic farm life.

Sometimes Yang Ruoqing even thinks that compared to many people in the city who eat edamame and buy finished edamame rice or edamame pods directly from the wet market or supermarket, she finds it more interesting to be a farmer.

When eating food, you can get it from the source of the food.

Although it takes a little more effort, it is very interesting.

Look at what it looks like now. Peel the pods from the edamame seedlings with soil and dew. The edamame rice will be eaten later. As for the edamame seedlings, you can pick off the leaves and empty shells on them and mix them with wheat bran and rice bran.

Boiled together, it is the favorite of pigs.

The eggs used to make edamame and egg soup together with edamame are the eggs laid by the reed chickens at home today.

The eggs have just fallen from the chicken's butt and are still warm. Use them directly for cooking. They couldn't be fresher.

As for the reed chicken, they were hatched from a batch of eggs carefully selected by Wang Cuilian during the first lunar month. The chicks grew up day by day from fluffy little guys to proud hens capable of laying eggs...

In a farmhouse, the joy and satisfaction of knowing oneself is a return to nature.

"It's almost there, it should work!"

In the yard, Blacksmith Luo's voice suddenly came.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked over there. Blacksmith Luo was bent over and standing beside the waterwheel. Luo Fengtang was squatting there, holding a tool in his hand and twisting the wooden stake of one of the fan blades.

This keel waterwheel is most convenient for filling the fields with water in such a dry season.

Because it is long enough, about seven or eight meters long, one end is set up on the edge of the pond, and the other end is set up in the field, and then it is driven by manpower.

The water in the pond is continuously sucked into the car body, and flows along the channels in the car body to the fields.

It is so long and spread out piece by piece. At first glance, it looks like a dragon lying in the field, so it is also called the keel waterwheel.

Building such a keel waterwheel is time-consuming and expensive.

The car owned by the Luo family was originally given by Zuo Junmo.

The Yang Huazhong family also had one, but in this drought, the Yang Huazhong family had so much land that it would be impossible to use just one water tanker, so the Luo family brought out their own car.

After repairing it, it will be sent to help Yang Huazhong's family fill their fields with water.
Chapter completed!