Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

The family drove an oxcart when they came, and took a horse carriage when they returned. Because it was getting late, Zheng Huaming invited them to ride in the horse carriage together. The oxcart moved slowly, and most importantly, the little fat boy was still asleep, and the oxcart had no carriage. In such cold weather, everyone in the Yang family didn't want the little fat boy to blow the cold wind, so everyone got on the horse carriage, and as for Te, he was left to Wu, who drove slowly behind.

After sitting in the carriage for a while, Xiao Cao woke up, rubbed his eyes with his little hands, saw his grandmother, father, mother and brother, and stretched out his hand to his second brother: "Hey, hey, water."

Sanmao quickly took out a water bag from her backpack and handed it to her. She drank it and ate a piece of dessert. Soon she was spinning around in the arms of her brothers, and her laughter was like silver bells in the carriage all the way.

Several carriages came to a stop outside Yang Dashan's yard. Yang Dashan and Damao hurriedly invited everyone into the house and asked Simao to invite the village chief over.

Qi Xingyun and Zheng Huaming got off the carriage, turned around and helped Old Man Zheng down. They walked into the yard and saw that the yard was swept clean and the house was tidy.

Old Lady Yang is the elder of the family, younger than Old Man Zheng. She invited everyone to sit in the main hall: "The countryside is simple and crude, please don't despise it."

Mr. Zheng: "When I was young, I also traveled everywhere. Where haven't I lived?"

Zheng Huaming and Qi Xingyun also agreed. It was common for them to sleep outdoors when they were working outside.

Actually, the Yang family was in good shape. Because of the Chinese sausage business, as well as Uncle Li's brine and tofu business, the family had some income, and they gradually replaced the broken and poorly made furniture, so it looked quite good. If you had come six months ago, it would have been different. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the family was penniless.

Li and Da Mao and San Mao were in the kitchen boiling water to make tea. Er Mao was holding her sister in her room drinking milk. Xiao Cao didn't want to stay in her room, so she pointed outside with her hips twisted: "Go, go, milk."

[I want to go and discuss things with them. If I don’t watch them, they might make mistakes. Alas, there is nothing I can do. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.]

The weather is cold now, Ermao is wearing a lot of clothes, and Xiaocao girl is dressed like a ball, twisting and turning and it is almost impossible to hold her.

The village chief was hibernating at home. When he saw Simao coming to ask him to stay with a distinguished person, he hurried over and almost took off his shoes.

The village chief was still gasping for breath outside the yard. He stood there for a while until his breathing became smoother before going in.

Damao quickly invited the village chief into the main hall to introduce both parties. After the two sides exchanged greetings, Zheng Huaming suggested going to the fields first, and a group of people went to the sweet potato field.

Old Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Li, Sanmao and Simao were left at home to prepare lunch and take care of the little Fatty.

On the road, I was amazed to see green patches here and there.

"What is that? Why is it growing so well in this season?" Qi Xingyun asked first.

Yang Dashan: "Mr. Qi, that's winter wheat."

"Winter wheat? Wheat grown in winter?" Zheng Huaming

"Yes, it is called winter wheat to distinguish it from the wheat planted in spring." Yang Dashan

Qi Xingyun walked directly to the winter wheat field. "Don't everyone plant here and there?"

Village chief: "Yes, only a few families tried to plant. There was a severe drought before, and the fields took a long time to harvest. Then when the rain came, we wanted to try planting to see if there was a harvest. There was not much food at home, so everyone waited and watched, and only a few families planted."

Mr. Zheng: "When will the winter wheat be harvested?"

Village chief: "It's just a trial now, we don't have experience yet. Judging from the current growth situation, it may be April or May next year."

After asking some other questions, everyone headed towards the sweet potato field.

The sweet potato vines have grown very long now, and although it is winter, they are still green.

Several people walked down to the field and walked around a few times. Even Master Zheng grabbed the soil in the field and felt it carefully. Then, following Yang Dashan's instructions, he dug up the soil beside the main vine. He was very excited to see the sweet potatoes as thick as thumbs growing densely in the soil.

The crowd was pointing and talking, and then standing together and mumbling. Two of the people they brought were following them, one holding ink while the other was writing furiously. This was the perfect example of how a good memory is inferior to a bad pen.

If Xiaocao were here, she would definitely say: Bring two secretaries with you when you go out to meet people, write down the content of the meeting, and then organize the important content of the meeting and send it to me later.

It was almost noon, and Simao came over and shouted, "Daddy, lunch is ready at home, and grandma said that the nobles should go back and eat first."

Everyone then realized that it was so late and no wonder they were hungry.

Only Mr. Zheng and his friends felt hungry after eating three meals a day, while Yang Dashan and his friends were used to eating only two meals a day during the winter.

Yang Dashan quickly called everyone to go home.