Although Wang Yue is young, he is sweet-mouthed, and his popularity is not comparable to those of Wang Qingshan who are young and young and have left home.

I practiced on the bicycle for a while, and when everyone finished work, I was unwilling to ride the bicycle to Qiaojia Village.

Although the young boy had a small mood, he still did not forget his etiquette.

Along the way, I never stopped my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and grandparents.

When you meet someone who greets you, you will also have questions and answers.

The stack of patterns on my hands came into the eyes of my mother-in-law and mother, and there were many people asking.

It was said that it was Liu Mei from Wang Qingshan’s family who asked him to bring it to Qiao Lan, and the mothers and mothers all started to think about it.

After digging sweet potatoes, preparing livestock feed, it is time for winter again.

The time to make shoes and insoles every year is coming.

Beautiful looks are definitely something that is hard to come by.

Qiao Lan can’t finish it, even though she doesn’t have to do it, she shouldn’t have a big problem to ask for one or two pictures.

My mother-in-law and mother think so.

Soon, Qiao Lan's family became warm.

Qiao Lan is seventeen years old, at the age of waiting to marry. The arrival of her mother-in-law and mother made Wang Fang feel sad and happy.

The pain is that everyone asks Qiao Lan for tricks, but their family can't come up with so many.

What’s happy is that mother-in-law and mother cannot come empty-handed. Bringing something or giving Qiao Lan a red line is all Wang Fang’s dream.

Before Wang Fang could recall the taste, Qiao Lan understood it first.

The little girl greeted Wang Fang and ran to Liu Mei's house with a needle and thread basket to hide in her leisure time.

The first time I saw Liu Mei, the little girl started to complain, "Auntie, you are so inauthentic, you actually plot against me as a little girl."

"Aren't I forced myself to do it too? Who made your aunt poor? I had the last meal, but I didn't have the next meal."

Liu Mei had a smile on her face, and she could not tell whether it was the truth or a joke.

Qiao Lan looked at Wang Qingshan who was weaving baskets in the yard, then looked at the room that had already been enriched, and covered her mouth and smiled, "Auntie thinks I am a three-year-old child! He actually makes me think that this is the case. I really have to eat but not have the last meal, and my uncle has already jumped up. How can I be so leisurely and at ease? My uncle is not the one who is not a good person."

Qiao Lan is so flattering. Even a man like Wang Qingshan couldn't help but raise his lips after hearing this.

Liu Mei joked: "This little mouth is so sweet. I'm afraid I came here after stealing candy!"

Qiao Lan held Liu Mei's sleeves and acted coquettishly. Finally, Liu Mei promised to give Qiao Lan two more pictures, and this matter was overturned.

Without thirty-six legs, life will be lived.

Wang Qingshan cut down a lot of bamboo and weaved more than ten baskets, which were used as wardrobes and cabinets, and could also store vegetables, fruits and melons. Although it was prone to decay, it could also solve the urgent problem.

Not only Wang Qingshan's family, but many people who are not rich in their families also live like this.

Qiao Lan was not surprised, so she just pulled Liu Mei to study acupuncture and patterns, and did not mention any other sentence.

Liu Mei has a good impression of this tactful little girl. Not only did she really paint a picture of Qiao Lan, but she also deliberately asked Qiao Lan to choose a subject.

It’s more appropriate to draw the topic!

Not everyone has such treatment.

Qiao Lan was so excited that she promised on the spot that she would embroider two pairs of insoles for Liu Mei.

Repaying his favor, Liu Mei looked at the bamboo roots at the foot of Wang Qingshan and planned to carve a small vase that had more than 10 years to play with for Qiao Lan.

The carving knife flew in Liu Mei's hand, and the inconspicuous bamboo roots changed their appearance as the debris continued to fall.

The pale yellow color looks bright and soft, and the scene of a carp jumping out of the water surface appears on the bamboo roots.

Qiao Lan saw that the firewood burned every day turned into a work of art in minutes, but her mouth never closed.

Liu Mei blew the debris on the root carving, put the small bamboo vase in front of Qiao Lan, and smiled and said, "If you like it, I will give it to you!"

Qiao Lan didn't be polite to her, and immediately held it in her palm and said with a smile: "Thank you aunt!"

The curved eyebrows and eyes and taking advantage of Liu Mei can't help laughing.

"Isn't it so rare? Isn't it just a worthless gadget."

Qiao Lan smiled, "I am happy if I can't buy a thousand gold coins. I just like this kind of worthless one!"

Liu Mei smiled, picked up the bamboo roots on the ground, and carved a sunflower for Qiao Lan, and inserted it into the small vase, which made each other interesting.

Liu Mei pursed her lips and said lightly: "A red heart is facing the sun."

Qiao Lan was stunned at first, and then immediately came back to her taste.

"Aunt, you are too cautious! Who doesn't know our Qiaojia Village and your Wangjia Village in the entire Muxiang Town? Don't worry about those who have it or not."

Wang Qingshan frowned and knocked Qiao Lan on the head, "You are all big girls, why don't you have a proper sense yet!

Nowadays, it’s not better than before. It’s better to be cautious when speaking and doing things.”

Qiao Lan quickly hid the root carving at the bottom of her needle and thread basket and stuck out her tongue, "I understand!"

Wang Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.

Liu Mei looked at the uncle and nephew and smiled with a pursed lips.

The empty house became jubilant immediately because there was one more person!

There are few places in Wangjia Village, and sweet potatoes can match half a year of food.

In addition, Wang Qingshan and his wife came back from the New Year and the New Year, and they didn’t bring anything, so the food was even less.

It was almost noon, Qiao Lan was holding her needle and thread basket and was about to say goodbye, but Wang Qingshan stopped her.

"All it's here, then eat and leave.

There are multiple pairs of chopsticks and multiple bowls.

I haven't gone up the mountain today, so I can't eat meat anymore, and it's okay to have a simple meal."

Qiao Lan's combat effectiveness was far inferior to Wang Qingshan, so she was defeated and went to the kitchen to fight Liu Mei.

Today, I really have no meat.

Liu Mei took out the pheasant eggs that Wang Qingshan had touched a few days ago and beat them two, put them in a cauldron beside them, and prepared to steam them into egg custard.

The kudzu root that Wang Qingshan found accidentally was also steamed in a pot, add some green onions, knead the flour into a dough, and bake it into two sides of golden brown, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meal will be out of the oven!

Liu Mei was calm and Qiao Lan was less polite. The three of them ate around the table.

Yingying gradually grew bigger and she gradually lost less time to sleep.

The little girl started to scream as she smelled the smell.

While feeding her egg custard, Liu Mei laughed and scolded: "I am so young and so greedy. What's going on in the future!"

Wang Qingshan smiled and said, "It's okay! I can still afford such a little man."

Qiao Lan was forced to give her a handful of dog food, and suddenly felt that the cake in front of her was no longer fragrant, her stomach was so full that she was also urged to vomit.

You can't love, please don't hurt.
Chapter completed!