Chapter 140: Qiao Qiao's Grievance

Qiao Qiao had been aggrieved for a long time.

Get up in the morning to accompany the puppy, then help with work, then go to the city to sell vegetables, go home and work...

Until it was dark and there was no work to do, Dad and Mom slept, and Sister locked the door and slept, he could only sleep.

Although, although sleeping is indeed very comfortable, but... the Qiao Qiao watching cartoons is the cutest!

He has a huge sum of five or ten yuan in his pocket every day, he can come to the city to buy many strange new toys...

But, but ever since he got busy, he hasn't watched a single episode of Peppa!

The better-looking Ultraman promised by Sister, he hasn't even seen it.

He didn't understand what the adults said, but he could understand a little bit—Seventh Uncle is an elder, he has to help him in the future, and then learn some new skills.

But, but originally he wasn't watching Ultraman anymore, and if he had to learn new skills, would there be no time for Ultraman at all?

For Qiao Qiao, this is a huge thing!

He held it in his heart for a long time, and at this moment finally couldn't help but cry out aggrievedly.

He cried so miserably, and within a few sounds, he began to choke, tears all over, all stuck on the brand-new sweatshirt he was wearing.

And then he had to sob and accuse the sister he liked most before:

"I one day, I one day only watch one episode, isn't that okay?"

"I still don't know what Ultraman looks like until now..."

"My George..."

Incoherent, sobbing, obviously humble and pitiful to the extreme.

However, the heartless sister only felt like laughing.

Song Tan tried hard to suppress her wild laughter, hurriedly took out a pack of wet wipes, and skillfully cleaned up the silly child:

"Why not watch? Watch, definitely watch! It's just that Sister was busy, forgot before, Qiao Qiao forgive Sister, okay? We'll watch when we go back."

She said it so decisively, Qiao Qiao was essentially very easy to coax, and at this moment, hearing her say this, he immediately broke into a smile.

Then carefully bargained: "Then... then can I watch a few episodes?"

I don't know how many episodes Ultraman has!

Song Tan thought for a while:

"How about this, Sister promised something before but forgot, it's Sister's fault. As compensation, Qiao Qiao can watch two episodes today, and only watch one episode every day in the future, okay?"

How long is one episode?

Oh my, whatever! Anyway, coax this silly treasure first.

Fortunately, the silly child is content, at this moment, coaxed by the unscrupulous sister, wiped his face with wet paper, and played with the colorful mud in his hand contentedly.

The car started again, the old couple in the back seat didn't know why, but the more they looked at Qiao Qiao, the more they liked him.

People are old and refined, they don't like mature adults, now looking at Qiao Qiao's fair skin and simple heart, they can see the good even more.

Look at the atmosphere of this family—the child takes watching TV as a matter, so he cried so miserably.

The sister didn't scold him, but listened to people finish seriously, and then thought of ways.

Family style is steady.

Seventh Uncle also remembered his precious handbag, and at this moment poked his head over to talk:

"Qiao Qiao, what do you like to eat most? Seventh Uncle will show you a hand at noon."

Qiao Qiao thought for a while:

"Spicy strips."

This thing is naturally incomparable with the quality of wild vegetables at home, but it is rare.

What you can't get is always restless, spicy strips are not easily bought, Qiao Qiao remembered it most clearly, and now Seventh Uncle asked him, and he had an answer immediately.

This is good, Seventh Uncle and Song Tan looked at each other across the rearview mirror. One felt he was looked down upon, one felt she was pitted.

Meanwhile.

On the back mountain of Yunqiao Village, a large group of people were working vigorously.

Six-centimeter fruit saplings, sounds thick, but actually not that big.

Just winning in planting convenience—dig a hole, bury some soil, pour a root-fixing water... that's it.

This kind of fruit tree also has a small mud ball in the middle, the roots are also simply organized, and now it is spring, the golden time for planting.

Under the leadership of Song Sancheng, everyone went up the mountain early in the morning, first dug all the tree holes, and then Zhang Yanping drove back and forth, pulling the fertilizer that Zhang Wangjia had prepared before.

These fermented fertilizers had long been decomposed, and it was just right to bury them as base fertilizer at this moment. Everyone had a clear division of labor, but it was only twenty mu of mountain land. In most of the morning, it was almost planted.

Everyone was working, lively, for a time, the whole hillside was full of their laughter.

Just at this time, someone suddenly asked: "Sancheng, is your family's work long-term, or occasionally called?"

"If it's long-term, I'll guard the land every day, just for a stable job—otherwise, your family pays me a salary, I don't want much, whatever others are, I am."

This was half-true and half-false, purely expressing an attitude.

Is there a lot of work at home?

A lot!

So much that Song Sancheng wanted to sigh.

Human power sometimes ends!

Just their family of a few people guarding these dozens of mu of mountain forest and farmland, it was really impossible to handle.

It was okay during this period, spending a little effort on planting, but flowering and fruiting were not urgent.

After May, just wait! There is a lot to be busy with!

Even if not planting peaches, there is less need to hire people.

But no matter what he thought, after this period of exercise, Song Sancheng already knew—

In terms of farming, he was obviously not as reliable as his daughter. Since the child wanted to operate well, he had to hold the rear steady!

At this moment, he also laughed and smoothed things over:

"Who knows? This child doesn't have a steady nature, doing things here and there."

"Look, if it weren't for this hurry, it's Qingming soon, why choose this time to plant fruit trees? How many months will it take to bear fruit?"

"You say this child, hope she has a future, but afraid she has too much future—it's really because the child opened her mouth, we old people have to do it even if we are tired!"

He said, while sighing: "Don't believe you guys look, I'm tired enough during this period!"

If this wasn't said, the topic could still be extended.

But as soon as this was said, an aunt in the village immediately asked: "Song Sancheng, why do I feel that this continuous farm work, you are even whiter?"

"That is!" Someone responded immediately.

"Not only is the skin raised back, but the complexion is also ruddy, this spirit is better than young people!"

"Sancheng, you have been busy during this period, what have you eaten?"

What did he eat?

Song Sancheng thought: I eat vegetables of twenty a jin, drink tea of ten thousand a jin, honey water is one thousand a bottle...

But can I say this?

How suffocating is brocade clothes night walking?