Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Xiaoxiao shook her head: "But brother, don't you blame me for being disrespectful to my second aunt?"

Ning Dalang didn't even think about it: "I'm just worried that you will be hurt if you get hurt."

Xiaoxiao hugged her brother's waist: "Brother is so kind!"

Ning Dalang froze for a moment, his arm stayed in the air for a while, then he put it down and patted her shoulder: "How old are you, still acting like a baby?"

Xiaoxiao hugged him: "You are my brother's sister."

The wind blew by, hiding the moon in the clouds, and covering Ning Dalang's expression at the moment.

The life of the Ning family seemed to be back to normal. Xiaoxiao handed over the food money given by Shen Tian to the Song family in front of Ning Fengnian, and began to happily take care of the daily diet again.

The designs for Ruyi Cloth Shop have been finished, but she still brings Song's completed embroidery over from time to time to sit there. From the beginning, Shopkeeper Liu was still trying to be a strong woman, but later she began to quarrel with Xiaoxiao regardless of her age. , there is a vague meaning of becoming a year-end friend.

The business of the restaurant is still going on, but Xiaoxiao thinks that the time it will take for the second house to know about their business is almost over.

Sure enough, the day after Aunt Ning's attempted beating, the small courtyard of Dafang received "rare guests".

The sun was shining brightly today. Ms. Song was doing needlework in the yard, drying her quilt. Another piece of embroidery was about to take shape. She, who does embroidery by hand, liked it more and more.

When she heard the knock on the door, Ms. Song counted the time and thought it would be time for Ning Fengnian and Xiaoxiao to come back. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she saw that Ning Fengnian had not appeared since he was seriously injured and fell into coma. It is said that he leaves early every day and returns late to do part-time work. Uncle Ning.

The latter wandered into the small courtyard with his hands behind his back. Mrs. Song frowned and stepped forward to pack away the embroidery items.

Uncle Ning's eyes glanced at the somewhat familiar pattern, and he seemed to have inadvertently overlooked Mrs. Song's still slender figure after several births. As soon as Mrs. Song turned around, she met his unpleasant gaze, and went into the room with her needle and thread in her arms very unhappily. Walk.

"Second brother, sit down for a while. Your eldest brother will be back soon."

Uncle Ning responded, but followed suit by walking a few steps.

"Second uncle? Why are you here?" Xiaoxiao, who came back with a fish basket on her back, narrowed her eyes. Why did she think that her second uncle wanted to secretly follow her mother just now?

Looking at the embroidery that Mrs. Song was holding, her first reaction was to hide the flowers with her mother.

However, Uncle Ning's main target today was actually the large and small pickle jars placed at the root of the wall. He drank a glass of boiled water and sat for a while. After Ning Fengnian came back, he said: "Listen You said that Dalangerlang has become successful recently and can make money for the family?"

Ning Fengnian laughed: "It's just a child messing around, but Xiaoxiao made the sour bamboo shoots."

Second Uncle Ning just pretended that he couldn't hear the pride in his tone, and even ignored the second half of the sentence. So what if it was Ning Xiaoxiao who made it? She is a girl, and... Huh, anyway, no matter how much money the big house has in the future, it will matter. That girl's movie has nothing to do with it.

Ning Dalang and Ning Erlang also came back one after another. Uncle Ning asked in a roundabout way how much he had sold. After a long time, he mentioned their supply to Wuxiangju: "Brother, I saw the seedlings growing taller. It didn't take long for them to grow." It’s time to start planting rice seedlings. Even though you are in good health, you can’t be too tired.”

He rubbed his hands and said in an "I'm doing this for your own good" tone: "I'm thinking that my day job is almost finished, why don't I come and help you make sour bamboo shoots?"