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Second Uncle Tian did not speak, as he agreed in his heart. However, his filial piety was laid out there. His eldest brother was gone, and under the pretext of having more children and fewer fields, he refused to take up with the seedlings to raise them. He had even taken up the houses and lands at the foot of his eldest brother's mountain. Now, even if he wanted to stand out and take the responsibility of bringing her to the Zhang Family, he had to worry that someone would poke his back in his back and scold him for selling out his niece.

If only Daddy would nod. Or perhaps, father is no longer here …

Second Uncle Tian squinted.

Tian Hemiao made a face at the distant figure of the Second Uncle, then turned around. Seeing that old man Tian had her eyebrows locked tightly together, she quickly tried to console him.

"Grandfather, don't worry. From now on, I'll give you old age!" Your grandson's daughter can earn more than just ten taels of silver! " As She Miao spoke, she carefully served the old man a bowl of honey with warm water. "Grandpa will drink."

Old Man Tian took the bowl of tea with a look of worry on his face. Miao, your Second Uncle doesn't have any bad intentions, it's just that you wanted to live a good life. Don't take it to heart, don't get estranged from your Second Uncle. " Old Man Tian was worried that one day, when he left, no one would take care of this pitiful child. If the child was married off and was bullied by his own family, he would have to return home to find someone to support him.

She Miao readily agreed, but in her heart, she had other thoughts.

She thought of the bags of seeds her father had left behind, which he said were given to her by an immortal lady he met in the mountains. He also said that these seeds were different from others and could be planted according to a person's wishes.

Now, didn't she just happen to be lacking a husband?

This was not some fantasy; there were monsters and demons in this world. According to the village elders, a hundred years ago, there was a scholar in Posterior Mountain who even raised Fairy Furong as his wife!

The young man returned to his narrow room and opened a camphor chest in the corner. Inside, he found a few half-washed, half-washed clothes. She reached into the bottom of the box and pulled out a palm-sized paper bag.

He carefully opened the yellow paper packet. Inside were several seeds of different shapes and sizes, dozens of them of different colors. It was really pretty. The biggest one was only the size of a fingernail, while the smallest one was like a sesame seed.

Although these seeds were not worth looking at, the seedlings could still feel that they were filled with spiritual energy! Just like how she could feel which tree in the field was good, which seedling was sick, which flower lacked water, which plant needed to be loose … In her eyes, these seeds had a vigorous life force of their own!

Picking and choosing, she finally chose a dark red seed that emitted a golden light. She did not know what kind of crop it was, but it was buried in the empty space behind the room.

Rhubarb sniffed around the seed, and was about to dig up the soil when the young man patted him on the head. The only difference was that the dog's tongue was very long, and saliva would occasionally come out of its mouth. From this, it could be seen how greedy Big Yellow was for this thing.

She Miao muttered to herself: "Could it be that this kind of food can be eaten?" Thinking about what would happen if she were to bite off one of her husband's arms … She was in a bad mood.

Winter passed, and spring arrived. The grass grew as birds flew about. The seeds had sprouted.

Every day, he would mutter "Husband, He Miao is your wife" to Little Miao, who was stretching her tender leaves and leaves. Occasionally, he would think of his husband's appearance, a refined and elegant white scholar, and a red-faced burly man. It was as if he had the stature of an escort who would occasionally pass by from the foot of the mountain. More importantly, he thought of his own father. However, when she thought about how her husband would become like a father in the future, a conflicted look appeared on her face. She immediately cast away her strange thoughts.

"Amitabha, good. I was thinking about my father, not really. Husband can't look like that. " The young man cupped his hands together and bowed to the young man.

Xiao Miaoer's two emerald green leaves trembled, as if they were mocking him.

The seedlings threw two fat earthworms into the ground to loosen the soil of the young seedlings, then picked up the wooden bucket that was underneath the wall, picked up a ladle of half of the diluted fat water and slowly poured it around the roots of the young seedlings. Little Miao shook even more violently. If it had legs, it would probably have run away by now!

Idiot! I only drink the sunshine, the moonlight, and the morning dew, not the vulgar things of the mortal world!

"Ow ~ I'm suffocated from the smoke..."