Chapter 1105 Sincere words 6

Grandpa Lu San turned to Xibao and asked, "Xibao, where are you? Is it okay if you don't go with mom?"

The old man said it pitifully, almost begging.

"I'm very obedient!" Xibao said matter-of-factly, which meant that she listened to her mother, not Grandpa Lu San. "Mom and I have something to eat."

"We also have fruits in our fields. We have mission melons this year. We have planted two acres of mountain land. The watermelons will be ripe in a few days. When my great-grandfather was picking melons, he deliberately broke one and took out the red pulp for the bride. Eat them." Grandpa Lu San rolled his eyes and immediately had an idea, "My great-great-grandfather planted some small melons in his private plot. When they are ripe, they will be picked only for Xibao to eat."

Xibao shook his head and said, "Grandpa, eat it!"

"Oh, Xibao, why are you so good? You know how to respect your great-grandfather at such a young age!" Grandpa Lu San patted his heart and praised Xibao, "It would be better if you stayed and lived with grandpa. ”

Why do you still say this? Xibao was a little annoyed and buried his face in Feng Qingxue's arms.

Mom is the best, of course living with her.

"Mom, I want to eat meat!" Xibao was so greedy that he drooled after not eating meat for several days.

Father Lu immediately said: "Acheng, I'll kill the old hen at home and stew it later." We can't let our grandson and granddaughter not have a bite of meat before leaving. The old hen won't lay eggs anyway, so use it. You don’t have to wait until the holidays to kill them.

Guan Cheng responded with a smile.

Xibao jumped up and cheered, "Thank you grandpa, thank you brother Acheng!"

"Thank you, Grandpa, thank you, Brother Acheng!" Fu Bao's clumsy fingers turned the rope until it became knotted, and he did not forget to join in the fun.

Guancheng wore a raincoat and went to the chicken coop to catch the old hen that Lu's father mentioned. He cut its throat with a knife and gurgling blood flowed into the bowl. The old hen went from fluttering to dying, but Feng Qingyun had quickly boiled a pot of water. , pour it into the sink.

Xibao watched back and forth, watching Guancheng push the old hen into the basin and pluck the feathers quickly.

Grandpa Lu San was still a little unwilling to give up in the main room. After being rejected repeatedly, he sighed, "How about taking Xibao home often in the future? When you two are at home, our Wanglou Brigade is really Good luck!”

"Third Grandpa, Ajiang and I are soldiers, so we can't decide on our own vacations." Feng Qingxue felt soft-hearted and couldn't bear the disappointment of the old men. She thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, we won't be able to come back. Every spring , Dad or Acheng can go to the army and take Xibao home for a while! I believe Xibao will be very happy. "

The reason why it is set at the beginning of spring is because God’s mercy is most needed during spring plowing, and because it is easy for border guards to come in and out in summer and autumn, but it is different in winter, when heavy snow often closes the mountains.

Speaking of this, Feng Qingxue couldn't help but said: "Actually, God really has no relationship with Xibao! His natural luck is better than that of ordinary people, but it is definitely not good enough to affect the climate change of the world. Even if Xibao has Bao, if you plant a grain of wheat, you won’t get an acre of crops. If the weather is bad when Xibao is at home, you can’t rely on us Xibao!”

"It's not bad! It's not bad! It's definitely not bad!" If there is a chance to bring Xibao back, it is worse than nothing. Think about the years when Feng Qingxue and Xibao were not at home, the harvest was not as good as each year, and there was almost not enough food.