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    "Qiao Yingnian Qiao Yingnian?!"

    Just thinking about how familiar this name is, Cao Fugui suddenly shuddered, and came to his senses, this, isn't this the name of that vicious man in his nightmare?  Speaking of it this way He gasped, the ins and outs of the jade finger and the reason why the man in the dream was looking for the jade finger in his house were strung together in a blink of an eye.

    The ancestors in the smelting hut said that this finger is a treasure inherited from his Qiu family's bloodline. When it was passed to Qiu Bancheng, he probably didn't know how precious this thing is, otherwise his family wouldn't be just a nest in the county.  The hill is half the city.  Tuyouping's father somehow obtained this finger wrench when he was beating local tyrants, and later gave it to his son, but he, the exiled blood of the Qiu family, snatched the treasure from Tuyouping by mistake, and opened the alchemy  , hehe, this can be regarded as returning the property to the owner.

    If it is the "future" of this oil bottle or something in his previous life that ran into his nightmare, it is no wonder that in his dream "Tuoyou bottle" sneaked around outside his yard, seeing his family suffering, he couldn't wait to see him.  Go into the house and look for the finger wrench that he snatched.

    It's just that, although the finger in the dream was bloodstained, it was not broken. My family was so hungry that "Cao Fugui" was so anxious to go to the commune to grab food, and he carried it on his shoulders desperately to go home.  From this point of view, 99% of the "he" in the dream did not open the alchemy.

    Maybe accidentally breaking the jade ring finger is the reason why the current situation is not the same as in the dream?  So is this nightmare a harbinger, a warning, or something else mysterious?

    The more Cao Fugui thought about it, the more confused he became, and he was almost dizzy. He used a lot of "spiritual power" just now, and his head swelled up. He was about to ask a few more questions, when he heard something outside, and Mrs. Sun was cursing.  The sound got closer and closer as her footsteps, and he quickly slipped out of the firewood house and ran away.

    It's not that he's afraid of the mean-spirited old woman, but there are too many things in his head to sort out, and he has a lot of treasures in his chest, so he doesn't want to cause trouble, so that kid Qiao Yingnian can ask for blessings!

    When he ran home, the moon had already climbed up the treetops.

    The family has already had dinner, and they do some housework by the moonlight. There is a kerosene lamp in the house, but grandma can't bear to light it if it's not an important matter, because it costs too much "kerosene".  Seeing the precious grandson come back, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly asked her granddaughter Yingzi to serve the sweet potato porridge covered in the stove.

    "Eat slowly, don't choke." Seeing Fugui yelling anxiously, not even chewing, and wolfing down, Grandma hurriedly advised.

    Cao Fugui didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Grandma, this porridge soup is so thin that you can count the rice, it's possible to choke, but where can you get it?"

    "Bah, bah, bah! There's nothing wrong with a child's words, the strong wind blows away." Grandma gave him a reproachful look, sighed, and said, "Don't blame your second aunt for having small eyes and being picky, her family is also hard to deal with.  If we don¡¯t save on the rations left in the team, it will be difficult for the Ala family to survive the winter.¡±

    Yingzi stood aside, looked up at his cousin uneasily, then lowered his head, and hurried back to his house.

    Cao Fugui sipped the soup, just said it casually, he didn't intend to blame his bitter-faced second aunt in charge, he suddenly remembered the miserable state of his family's starvation in his dream, his heart shivered, and he swallowed the thin sweet potato whole  Porridge, put the bowl aside, and hurriedly asked: "Grandma, there is not much food left at home, and there is no food left in the team? How is the wheat in the field growing? Will there be a good harvest next year?"

    "The big dining hall is closed, so where is there any surplus food? The wheat in the field is growing well. I just hope that the weather will be good next year and there will be a good harvest."

    Mrs. Zhang did not dare to say something to her grandson, so as not to worry him. The big canteen was opened last year, and it has been eaten for more than a year.  If the government doesn't allocate relief food during the spring famine next year, I'm afraid it will really stop.

    These days, she is also thinking about saving some food, and she took out the money to let her son-in-law who works in the county agricultural machinery factory buy some food, but the son-in-law asked someone to bring some food back, and most of the money was returned, saying that it was necessary to buy food in the city.  It is difficult to get more food with the household book and tickets, I am afraid that the rural areas are still well off.

    These days, seeing that the rice bucket is about to bottom out, and the second daughter-in-law even digs up the rotten sweet potatoes in the field to eat with food, she is also so worried that she can't sleep well all night.  If we really can't make it through, in the beginning of the spring, we can only go to the mountains to get some wild vegetables and sweet potato leaves mixed with some rice to save a little, just like the few impoverished debtors in the team.

    "When Fugui grows up, he knows how to worry about his family's livelihood."

    She stretched out her hand to touch the handsome face of her grandson, and seeing the child's innocent and innocent eyes, her heart throbbed with pain.

    "Grandmother, what you said, the old saying goes, 'the man is the master outside, and the woman is the house', of course the livelihood must be carried by the man. I am sixteen, ?He neither has the skill nor will.

    Without much effort, this small body can't stand upright, it's really dripping with sweat.  Ouch!  Facing the loess and back to the sky is indeed the hardest job in the world.  Cao Fugui is poor when he beats the poor, sweet-mouthed, lazy, treacherous, and cheating. Where has he done any serious crop work and suffered such hardships?

    Hundreds of small pits have been dug, and there are not many seeds to be used sparingly, and two or three seeds should be carefully placed in each pit. Girls are not so meticulous in embroidery.  Bending over and straightening up, straightening up and then bending over again, a few rows of rapeseed were planted crookedly, sweating profusely, the back was so stiff that it didn't look like my own, twisted slightly, a sore numbness went straight to the sky  , what a bitter word this taste is!

    He wanted to give up several times, and then remembered the miserable situation in the dream where the family was starving, and he gave up his life just to get some food

    Cao Fugui shivered, gritted his teeth, and worked!

    He also has a vicious tenacity in his bones, don't you believe that a little farm work by Te Niang can stump him, a very smart person?  However, there must be some way to be lazy, right?

    Recalling that the ancestor said that "spiritual power" can be used for various affairs in the refining hut, he squinted his eyes, looked at the few remaining seeds in his hand, concentrated his mind and said silently: "Plant, plant, plant!"

    My head was dizzy for a while, the blood on my temples was swollen and throbbing, and I felt something in my heart. I tried to use the "spiritual power" to lock a few small seeds firmly like the method of using an earthen pot to fetch water from the stream just now.  With his mind all over the place, the seed moved slightly, and as expected, it slowly "floated" into the pit according to his thoughts.

    Cao Fugui was overjoyed, his mind relaxed, and the remaining few seeds could no longer be "planted". He was sweating all over his body, and he was even more tired than the hard work just now.

    It's good to be able to plant!  He panted and sat down on the ground, using "spiritual power" is much better than bending over and planting seeds one by one. I didn't hear the old ancestor say, if you exercise more mental power, can this thing get stronger the more you practice it?  .

    As for his suspicions back then, when he suspected that the "ancestor" was a goblin who sucked the essence, Cao Fugui had long since forgotten about it, and he didn't even think about it-even if he sucked the essence, he was better than his mother who was exhausted!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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