The family is old and young, and there are not enough staff!
"Auntie, these chrysanthemums are so beautiful, each one is the same size." Xiao Yu squatted on the ground and played with the chrysanthemums in the basket, and found that each one was the same size.
"Yes, it's beautiful! Tiandong is picking chrysanthemums in the fields. You go and play with him." Xiao Ming said, sending the naughty little bun away.
"What should we do? We don't have enough manpower. It's a pity that so many chrysanthemums are ruined in the fields." Xiao Han was worried, and the packaged chrysanthemum tea cost 2 taels of silver a pack. It would be a pity if it broke in the ground and gained much money.
"Hey, Xiao Ming'er, you are picking chrysanthemums." Xia Xiaoba finished packing and then entered the yard. He found that the yard was full of picked chrysanthemums. He had long been used to the precocious things of the Xiao family, regardless of Whether it’s fruits, vegetables or chrysanthemums, they all mature earlier than other places. You’ll be surprised at first, but then you’ll become numb.
Osmanthus blossoms bloom in August and chrysanthemums turn yellow in September. Now it is only July and the chrysanthemums are turning yellow, two months earlier. Perhaps it is really because the seeds and water in the mountains are good.
Even the fruits in the orchard are almost ripe.
It’s still a good place with good mountains and water to support people!
"Yes, the seeds were planted early." Xiao Ming said with a smile. This was because she had reduced the space spiritual spring water, otherwise it would have bloomed earlier. "You will take a basket back later and let your uncle and aunt have a taste."
"Okay! This chrysanthemum is very good, we all like to drink it." Xia Xiaoba said happily, not only he and his parents, but also the prince also likes this taste, he should take more back.
After getting the good things, Xia Xiaoba took the initiative to help, took a few empty baskets and went to the field to help pick chrysanthemums.
The sunset was setting in the west, showing its last beauty. Xiao Ming looked up at the beautiful sunset and smiled, and suddenly remembered a poem: "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the southern mountains."
I hope this moment of quiet and leisurely life will last forever, and the years will be peaceful.
"Xiao Han, go take a rest and drink some water." Xiao Ming persuaded Xiao Han, who had been helping. Xiao Han had been helping since he got home. He had no rest, the weather was hot, and his clothes were wet with sweat.
"I'm fine." Xiao Han said, casually wiping the sweat on his forehead, and continued to roll up the chrysanthemums in the basket, and placed them one by one in the dustpan.
Drying chrysanthemums is also a delicate job. To ensure quality, the petals must be facing upward, and each flower cannot overlap, otherwise it will affect the appearance, and the ones below will not be easy to dry. Chrysanthemums must be dried in the shade or air-dried to taste best. Exposure to the sun can easily burn the flowers.
Therefore, Xiao Ming personally placed each chrysanthemum in a dustpan and placed it on the shelf under the eaves.
"Don't worry, I will ask Liu Lin and the others to help tomorrow." After the Wang family, Da Wang family and Liu Yu's mother finished work, Xiao Ming made a special trip to greet them and invited Liu Lin, Liu Xiaofang and Liu Yu to come tomorrow Come to help, the three of them happily agreed, saying that they would come to help early tomorrow morning.
Xiao Han felt relieved after hearing what he said. He went into the house to drink a cup of tea and then came out to help.
Xiao Ming told him about Wang Tiandong's martial arts training again.
"This is a good thing. Let Tiandong come with us to observe tomorrow. Mr. Wu will not suggest it. Practice martial arts with us in the morning and study together in the evening." Xiao Han said.
"Well, I will bring some fresh chrysanthemums to Mr. Wu tomorrow. There are several jars of fruit wine at home, so I will bring two bottles with me."
"Well, Mr. Wu likes these two things, and the canned fruit from last time, he seems to like it too," Xiao Han said.
"There are no more canned fruits. I will make some when the fruits are ripe in a few months." Xiao Ming said. There are still a few bottles in the space, but Xiao Ming is not going to take them out anymore. It is not too eye-catching. A good thing.
"Mr. Wu's ancestral home is in the south. It seems that he has written several times to hope that Mr. Wu can come back." Xiao Han was a little worried. He overheard the Wu Mansion's housekeeper chatting with his servants. Mr. Wu had never returned because he and Yu'er had not returned. south.
"There is such a thing." Xiao Ming was slightly startled. She never asked about Mr. Wu's family affairs. She only knew that Mr. Wu lived in the town with his housekeeper and several servants. She didn't expect that he was here for his younger brother and Yu'er. Stay here.
"Did Mr. Wu say he wanted to go back?" Xiao Ming asked with the same concern.
"Not this one."
"Oh." If Mr. Wu decides to return to his ancestral home, she will never find a man as knowledgeable and knowledgeable as Mr. Wu to teach Xiaohan and Yu'er. Should she desperately try to retain them or send them off happily? Isn't it cruel and unreasonable of her to keep Mr. Wu?
It’s hard to leave the homeland, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.
She will not retain him, nor should she retain him. She cannot prevent Mr. Wu from reuniting with his family and enjoying family happiness in his later years because of Xiao Han and Xiao Yu. That is a selfish act.
Wang Yunling came in with two baskets of chrysanthemums in each hand. Since arriving at Xiao's house, Wang Yunling has been serious and proactive in everything she does.
Not only did she pick the chrysanthemums today, she also took the initiative to take on the task of transporting them. She ran back and forth carrying the basket countless times. The little person walked very fast carrying the basket, her little face was red from the sun, and she was filled with joy. smile.
"Yunling, please sit down and rest for a while." Xiao Ming quickly stepped forward and took the basket in her hand, pulling her to sit on the stool and letting her rest for a while.
"You must be tired!"
"Auntie, I'm not tired." Wang Yunling sat on the stool and wiped her sweat. She looked at Xiao Ming gratefully, with a relaxed smile in her eyes. She had been like this since lunch. She was in a good mood and was nice. I am no longer as cowed and depressed as before.
"Okay, take a rest first and tell your godmother not to pick anymore. It's getting late now. Let's all take a rest before making dinner." Xiao Ming said, everyone has been busy all afternoon.
"Okay, Auntie, I'll go right away." Wang Yunling said and ran out without any time to rest.
"This girl." Xiao Ming looked at her running out and shook her head helplessly.
In the evening, Mrs. Song steamed a bowl of egg custard for each of the three children. When it came out of the pot, she sprinkled a few finely chopped green onions on top. The aroma of eggs and green onions mixed together to create a unique aroma that made people taste delicious. open.
Wang Tiandong ate the egg custard in small bites with a spoon, cherishing every bite and taking it very carefully, for fear of dropping a little bit on the ground, and he was reluctant to part with even a little bit.
Even though such delicacies are available every day, he still cherishes them extremely. He remembered that when he was in the Liu family, the Liu family would also prepare egg custard to eat, but it belonged to Liu Baogen. He saw that Liu Baogen had eggs to eat every now and then, or had a bowl of eggs. He was very envious of the egg custard, but he didn't dare to take another look at it. At that time, a bowl of egg custard was a memory that frightened him so much that it made him tremble.
He envied Liu Baogen for having eggs and egg custard to eat, and would show off in front of him and his sister every time. Once when he was making custard at home, he found no one in the kitchen, so he secretly stood on a stool and looked at the bowl of eggs in the pot. The egg custard, filled with smoke and fragrant, was the egg custard that appeared in his dreams countless times. Unknowingly, he picked out a little bit with his trembling fingers and put it in his mouth. Before he had time to recall the taste that haunted him, Liu Baogen discovered it. As he yelled, he and his sister were severely beaten and scolded by their grandmother.
