MTL - The Lady’s Sickly Husband-~ 004 series of doors, borrowing seeds to grow vegetables

The reaction of the strange snow made Ning Shaoqing very dissatisfied.

Didn't he just ask her a question, as for?

This woman is growing up in the end, always surprised, can't speak gently?

At this time, he did not know, because of today's sentence, he was repeatedly kicked into the bed and kicked, and regretted many years.

Lying down again, the quilt was wrapped in a thousand of snow, and he was embarrassed to pull, only to lie down and cold, and the heart was upset.

Just as he was a little trembling, the woman next to him re-opened the quilt and evenly covered them.

Ning Shaoqing saw her cover the quilt for herself, and did not dare to move. For fear of a move, the quilt is gone.

Mo Qianxue saw him not moving, and spit out a sigh of relief.

If it is frozen, she is still affected.

It’s just a thousand years old, and it’s tired for a day. It’s naturally exhausted and I fell asleep in a few minutes.

Ning Shaoqing felt the sweet fragrance of the girl next to her, listening to the long, gentle breathing, but she could not sleep.

He is a son of everyone, although the body is not broken, but the things of men and women still understand, the body is hot and dry, but they are afraid to move. In the dark silence, he only had to recite the holy book silently, and worked hard for a long time before he went to sleep.

*

On the second day of the morning, Mo Qianxue washed his face for Ning Shaoqing, and waited for the morning to go to the Fangzizi home next door.

She wants to find some seeds from Fangzizi. Although it is late autumn, she can still grow some cabbage.

It’s a pity that the backyard’s small half-acre is flustered.

Vegetables can't be stored, she can't always, the old parents looking for students to reach for vegetables, or to see the dry food.

A burly man in the courtyard was carrying firewood in the yard, and saw a thousand snow coming in, squinting and smiling.

Fang Zizi is generous and pointed to him to introduce to the thousands of snow. "This is my family's mouth. The weather is getting colder. I let him cut some firewood. The girl's body is not neat, and I will let him give the girl a little." ""

"Then, the girl was accepted, thank you Fang Zizi and Fang Da Ge!" She did not pretend to be arbitrarily shirked, thanked Fang Zizi's kindness and followed her into the house.

Love, she remembers in her heart, will definitely return.

Between the greetings, Mo Qianxue also looked at the yard.

This is a typical courtyard house. It is clean and tidy everywhere. Fangzizi is indeed a diligent person who will be a family.

"The sister is not in good health now, the scorpion can help, and the sister is not in the heart." Fang Zizi pulled her into the room and pressed her to the chair, and turned and poured a cup of tea for her.

At the door of the room, a little girl with a small braid climbed the door and looked at her secretly. It was very cute.

"Come on..." She put down the tea bowl and waved at the little squat.

The little girl listened to her greetings, let go of the door, shy smile, biting her fingers, and slamming into the square.

Fangzizi shook his hand with the kettle, and the water in the kettle sprinkled a little. She pretended to be angry and ordered a small forehead. "This girl is rude."

"It’s so cute, Fang Zizi, this is a family."

"Hey, call the teacher." Put down the kettle in his hand, Fang Hao shouted a scorpion in another room, "embed, hurry up, see your teacher."

It’s really ridiculous to see it, and he got up and hugged. “Tell the teacher, how old is this year?”

"I am four years old..."

At this time, a nine-year-old boy took a book in his hand and walked out of the room next to him.

Seeing a thousand miles of snow is a glimpse of the end.

"Zhang Deshuan has seen the mother."

His decent etiquette was a surprise to the strangers.

Little age, no hurry, courteous.

Train well, this little boy is a good future.

"After the embossed Mr. Meng Meng, the daily book does not leave, the girl can not be surprised." Fang Zizi is very satisfied with his son, his eyes are proud, where there is a half-hearted color.

"Don't say this, I see that the embolus is a good thing, and the scorpion can be cultivated well."

Fang Zizi was overwhelmed by the words of a thousand snow.

However, the embolus did not show a pleasing color, but it was a little embarrassing.

"What happened to the embolus? Is there any teacher who can help you?"

Mo Qianxue was a business-born person, and later became a small boss, and the ability to look at the color was only increasing.

The embossed open book, replied, "I will be the three-character scripture that Mr. teaches. I was going to teach a thousand words, but I know, I only opened my head, and my husband fell ill. I have been at home for a long time. I found that there are many words that I don’t know. Can the teacher be..."

Fang Xiezi was afraid of a strange snow and did not know it. He made everyone blush, so he slandered, "Embedles, not rude!"

This time and space, men are literate, not to mention women.

A thousand people don’t care about Fang Fang’s smile, “No problem! Scorpion, although the sister is not a big talent, the word still knows a few.”

Although she was born in the countryside, her father was a local village teacher. When I was a child, I taught her how to practice a brush every day. The three words, the thousand characters, the Analects and the like.

"The heavens and the earth are yellow, the universe is flooded. The sun and the moon are full of money, and the Chen is listed." The words that Qian Qianx read his fingers focused on explaining to him.

"This word... The meaning of this passage is that the sky is black, the earth is yellow, and the universe is formed in a chaotic state..."

The emboss is a good-looking student with a look of surprise, but Fang Zizi is shocked.

A woman who recognizes the words in her heart is already in the top of the sky. Can she talk about it like this?

In her eyes, in addition to warmth, a little more respectful.

In this way, there are more than a dozen words in the thousands of snow, the emboli are listening carefully, and some notes are taken from time to time.

Fang Xiezi looked at the side, and his heart was full of joy. I wished that I would give anything worthy of my family to the strange snow. She couldn’t understand the ones that were covered by the snow, but she could know the strange snow from her son’s expression. It must be said that it is not bad, just hope that she can always give pointers when she is free.

Speaking a few more words, the strange snow stopped.

These have already allowed the child to digest for some time, and to talk too much at one time is also useless.

The embroidered rites closed the book, raised his head and worshipped and looked forward to it. After the ceremony, he retired.

The ones that Shi Niang just said, he has to relive it all the time.

When the emboli was in the back of the house, a few thousand snow and gossip with Fang Zizi a few words, this is the case.

"The half-acre vegetable land behind the sister's house, the scorpion is known, it is a pity that it is a waste. Today is to find a seed to borrow some seeds, I also plant a late cabbage, while eating, waiting for the cold, I can also store some winters."

"Hey, I have some more here, so I will take it for you." Fang Zizi listened to her words and immediately got up.

Just now, she is still thinking about it, and then send something to thank the thousands of snow. She can see it, the knowledge of a thousand snow will never be worse than that of Mr. Ning, and her son will not have to bother her in the future.

Just, the cabbage seeds, she still has some.

"The speed of the girl can be faster, and a few days later, when it is winter, it is not easy to germinate..."

*

Mo Qiang took the **** and looked at the round grass and sighed.

I think that although she is not rich and wealthy in modern times, she also has a house. Opened a small QQ, show a small posture, out of the grade, but now picked up the **** to be an authentic peasant woman.

A thousand people squatted in the backyard, and Ning Shaoqing, who was listening to the wall, took a long sigh of relief.

He would not admit that although she was rude, although she was speechless, although she was too thin and robbed his quilt at night...

However, he was afraid that she would leave.

The more gentle, the more women who are good to you, the more they can't believe.

He suddenly felt that having a true wife is not a big bad thing.

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