Chapter 51： different style

It's fleshy and soft, Huo Jinzhi didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of breaking the fat girl's bones, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart. , Anyway, I don't hate Tang Xiaopang as much as before.

"Aijun, are you going up the mountain to open up wasteland?"

A man came down the mountain with a large bundle of firewood on his back. He was very surprised to see Tang Aijun carrying a hoe. The Tang family had the most private land in the village, so why did they still need to open up wasteland?

Seeing Huo Jinzhi and Tang Xiaonan following behind, holding hands affectionately, the man was even more surprised.

The sudden style of painting made him a little unable to adapt. When did the children of the Tang family and the children of the Huo family get along so well?

When did I see them fighting before, it was Tang Aijun, Tang Aihua or Tang Aiguo, or the three brothers went together, and the fat girl shouted and cheered. It's sinful enough.

Tang Aijun called out Uncle Qitang.

"Hello, Uncle Qitang." Tang Xiaonan called after him.

The man smiled, touched Tang Xiaonan's head, and looked at Huo Jinzhi with some intriguing eyes.

"This person is so stupid that he doesn't even know how to plant land. I'll teach him." Tang Aijun said sternly.

Huo Jinzhi's heart was blocked, but he didn't say a word.

The man couldn't help laughing. Half the eldest wanted to teach people how to farm the land. He didn't say anything. The children were playing, but he, an adult, was too lazy to get involved. After chatting a few words, the man carried the firewood and went down the mountain. .

But he had to instruct the children in the family not to embarrass the Huo family's children in the future, lest they offend the three overlords of the Tang family.

Tang Aijun stopped on a flat hillside. This hillside is relatively gentle and large in size. One side is against the sun and the other side is against the mountain.

"That's it, take a good look."

Tang Aijun spat a few mouthfuls on his hand and hoeed a few times. He was so strong that every time he shoveled down, he turned up a large piece of soil.

"Sweet potatoes are grown in this field, and you can eat enough for a year. Even if the bamboo whip was used in the previous field, corn and sorghum were planted, and you won't be starved to death!"

Tang Aijun threw his **** with a proud face.

If it wasn't for his sister's sake, he wouldn't be too lazy to teach.

Although Huo Jinzhi is not good at farming, he has been planting the land for several years. When he saw the soil Tang Aijun dug up, he knew that the land was indeed fertile, and he was grateful to Tang Aijun.

"thanks."

After hesitating for a while, Huo Jinzhi thanked him.

Tang Aijun was stunned, a little dumbfounded, but he quickly waved his hand generously and said, "You're welcome!"

He is also quite awkward. Every time he fights with Huo, or is on the way to fight, it is the first time that he speaks so politely, which feels strange.

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing. The mountain wind blew past, and a few birds flew past. The two of them stood dumbfounded, and no one said a word.

"Third brother, will others say that potatoes are grown here?" Tang Xiaonan broke the silence.

Although the wasteland can be reclaimed at will, it is limited to the villagers of Mopan Mountain. Huo Jinzhi is an outsider, and I am afraid that it will be troublesome at that time.

Tang Aijun widened his eyes, "Who dares to say, I will beat him to death!"

The wasteland he opened, the king of heaven did not dare to say, huh!

Tang Xiaonan was relieved now, and smiled sweetly at Huo Jinzhi, "My third brother is amazing, Brother Huo, you can plant whatever you want."

Tang Aijun straightened his back and said in a gruff voice: "Just plant, see which **** dares to say, I will smash his door!"

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