Being able to farm: starting from moving to the village and picking up furry

Obviously, they all saw the people busy in the yard, and their eyes were full of confusion.

"Are we on the right track?" Liu Dahe leaned back and subconsciously looked up and glanced around.

When they saw the familiar Li family members, they knew they were not in the wrong place. At first glance, they thought they had walked into the wrong yard.

"Hey, you guys are starting to work now, why didn't you call us?" Liu Dalin and others walked forward with a smile and joined the weaving team.

After washing her hands, Lin Lan quietly walked towards the kitchen.

From afar, I could see Qingyu sitting by the stove, holding a pair of tongs in his right hand and occasionally fiddling with the stove.

She rested her left elbow on her knee, supporting her chin, as if she was thinking about something.

The firelight jumped like a naughty elf, shining on the girl's face.

"The porridge is ready."

Shen Qingqing lifted the lid of the pot, and the steam lingered in the air like soft ribbons, as if covering the kitchen with a hazy veil.

The rice porridge gurgled, and the aroma spread with the rising mist, filling the entire kitchen.

Looking at this scene, Lin Lan was stunned for a moment, wondering what Qingyu was thinking at the moment.

Mingming Qingyu was right in front of him, sitting on a small wooden stake, in this kitchen full of pots and pans.

At this moment, Lin Lan discovered Qingyu's small figure, sitting quietly beside the stove, the light and shadow cast by the flames flickering on her face.

The mother-in-law and mother were busy, talking and chatting in the kitchen, but Lin Lan inexplicably felt that Qingyu was in another world.

A silent world where she was the only one. Her drooping eyelashes had not moved for a long time and she was completely silent.

Through the veil of mist, Lin Lan could hardly see the sitting figure and quickened her pace.

"Hey, Qingyu."

Lin Lan walked into the kitchen, squatted beside Xia Qingyu, and poked her hand that was supporting her chin.

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Xia Qingyu tilted her head, thinking that Lin Lan wanted to talk to her about something.

Meeting Xia Qingyu's puzzled eyes, Lin Lan suppressed the words "what are you thinking about" and did not ask.

Raising her eyebrows and smiling, Lin Lan invited with a smile, "Qingyu, Wangcai and the others have laid a lot of eggs. Let's go pick them up later."

"it is good."

Hearing Wangcai and the others, Xia Qingyu nodded slightly.

Knowing that Qingyu was not talkative, Lin Lan didn't care.

She just wanted to talk to Qingyu, although most of the time she was the one talking and Qingyu was listening.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as that inexplicable atmosphere leaves Qingyu alone.

"Qingyu, we mentioned before that we would give the tabby cats nicknames. Which ones did you choose?" Lin Lan asked, thinking of the two tabby cats.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Speaking of this, Xia Qingyu smiled lightly.

She was not good at naming, but Lin Lan and the others helped her to come up with names, hoping that the little ones would have names with good meanings and would be easier to raise.

Everyone was very concerned about this matter and would share any good names with her, and Xia Qingyu would record them one by one.

"Haven't you decided yet? Is it that the tabby cat hasn't picked a name yet?" Lin Lan blinked and asked curiously.

She knew that the little ones at home were intelligent, and she was curious about how Qingyu communicated.

"Not really, there are just two more little guys. They have agreed to choose together. When we see them later, we will let them draw lots by themselves." Seeing Lin Lan's confusion, Xia Qingyu added.

Thinking of the little black bear and the little rookie, who opened their innocent eyes and talked to her cutely about naming, Xia Qingyu held her forehead and smiled.

The two of them were talking, and Xia Qingyu occasionally fiddled with the firewood.

Lin Lan looked up, took a deep breath of the rice aroma, and smiled as she watched her mother and mother-in-law working together to make pancakes.

"Hey, mother-in-law, you hired so many people to build the house this time?" Huang looked outside and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"There are already thirty-five people coming to help." Lin Lan responded immediately after hearing this.

Before she entered the kitchen to deliver food to Wangcai and the others, she specifically counted the number of people. There were twelve people following her, and a total of twenty-three in the yard.

"What? Thirty-five? That many people?"

This time, Old Mrs. Li was also shocked by the number Lin Lan said.

Even Shen Qingqing and Zhu Pingan stopped what they were doing and opened their eyes wide, somewhat unable to believe that so many people would come.

"The old man said that at most thirty people would be enough. How come so many people came all of a sudden?"

Old Mrs. Li remembered that they all calculated it again last night.

At first I thought there were about twenty, and then I estimated that there were at most ten more, but my sixth daughter-in-law said there were already thirty-five.

"Mother-in-law, I'm afraid the food will affect the number of people. I estimate that more will come." Smelling the rice fragrance in the kitchen, Huang glanced at the people who ran out of the yard and spoke carefully.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Li also looked outside in the direction Huang was moving.

She frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and was just a little dumbfounded.

When it comes to building a house, more people is a good thing, but if there are too many people, the prepared things will not be enough.

Especially the Chen family, who came uninvited early in the morning. Old Mrs. Li had no idea how many people were coming to help.

"I guess the bowls and chopsticks you borrowed before are not enough." Huang thought for a moment and said to her daughter, "Lan'er, go and go to the village chief with your brother and borrow some more bowls and chopsticks."

"No problem, I'll be there right away."

Lin Lan stood up and almost bumped into the stove.

Xia Qingyu didn't look up, as if he had anticipated it, and reached out to hold her in time.

"Hehe, my legs are a little numb from squatting for too long." Lin Lan stood there with a grin, unable to help but laugh.

After the numbness in her legs subsided, she turned around and went to the yard to borrow some bowls and chopsticks from someone.

"Mother-in-law, I'm glad to have your help." Old Mrs. Li looked at Huang with gratitude.

"Hey, why are you being so polite to me?" Huang raised her chin and signaled her to pay attention to the movement outside the yard. "How many people will come to help build the house?"

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"Tsk~~ Do I need to tell you how many people there are? The Li family just moved to Shangxing Village. This person is unfamiliar with the place, so no one is willing to help."

At the well in Huangzhu Village, the villagers who were drawing water couldn't help but sneer when they heard that the Li family was going to start building a house.

"Yeah, if it were you, would you go and help?"

Wang Qiaoer, who was rushing over to fetch water, subconsciously wanted to refute. Just as she was about to say she would help, she heard the village chief's violent warning.

"What are you helping me with? You have nothing to do after eating, right?"

She saw that everyone was looking at Niu Dashan who was speaking, and they all shook their heads.

The villagers made way for the village chief to fetch water first.

"Village chief, if we have nothing to do, we can go over and watch the fun." Niu Weiba's words attracted several people to nod in agreement.

You know what, those who like to be lively seem to think this idea is feasible.

"It's all agreed. We'll be together later." A few people gathered together, whispering about something.

I really plan to go to Shangxing Village after finishing my morning farm work.

It was obvious that they were all waiting to see the show.

Wang Qiaoer and her brother behind her looked at each other, and the two siblings remained silent.

Niu Mu was holding his pipe, looking hopeless.

"Oh, it's all crazy."

Hearing the sigh, someone on the side sneered, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, a cripple with bad morals has the nerve to criticize others?"