Chapter 11

At the young master's command, the housekeeper immediately prepared the things. In less than half a day, all kinds of chicken cages, vegetable seeds and farming tools were piled up on the yard.

The old lady was also helped out and sat on the side of the chair, smiling at her little grandson busy up and down.

The old lady was born in a prominent family, and her mother's family was also a big family. After she married to the Fang family, she didn't suffer much. She lived so long and saw the picture of farming for the first time. What's more, the farmer was her own little grandson, so she became interested and asked questions from time to time.

"Inkstone, what are you doing there?"

"Grandma, I'm weeding."

"Inkstone, what do you do with the earth?"

"Grandma, it's only when you turn the soil."

"Inkstone, is it OK to put the seeds down like this?"

"Grandma, don't move. Let me go!"

The old lady, who had just left the ground to help her grandson, was helped and sat back trembling.

There are so many people in the Fang family. None of them can do his work well.

When Fang's father came home after a day's work, he got out of the car and looked up at the overturned yard. He almost didn't recognize that this was his home.

He fixed his eyes until he saw his familiar family in the yard. I saw people standing in a row standing there, do not know what to look at, people really very.

Fang Fu walked over in a puzzled way and saw the changes on the ground. There were several chicken cages on the ground where a lot of flowers had been planted, and a green land was turned over again, revealing the dark brown soil under it. Several rows of seedlings were cultivated and planted on the ground in an orderly manner.

"What is this doing?" Fang Fu frowned: "who made the yard like this? Is it a dick? "

Fang Huai immediately appeared from behind the crowd: "Dad, are you calling me?"

"You come just in time. You explain to me clearly how you have made our yard into this virtue?" "How did you pull out your mother's and your grandmother's flowers?"

"I didn't do it." Fang Huai spat out his tongue: "it's made by my younger brother."

"Your brother Inkstone? " Fang Fu was stunned and looked at his wife.

"It's inkstone." Fang mother helpless way: "inkstone said to plant land, to raise chickens, I let him go."

Farming? Chicken?

Fang's father was stupefied for a long time, and finally these two words were connected with everything in front of him. As soon as he heard that it was done by his little son, all his anger was gone, and he became deeply puzzled: "how can inkstone think of farming?"

In their family background, it is absolutely unnecessary to consider farming and raising chickens. There are high-quality vegetables and fruits, eggs and meat transported from outside, so it is unnecessary to plant them.

There are many precious flowers in their courtyard. In his spare time, his favorite thing is to make a pot of hot tea and sit in the yard to see the scenery. But now there is no scenery. When I thought of the flowers that I saw in the yard turned into vegetables and fruits, and the clear birdsong that I heard in my ears turned into the barking of chickens and ducks, I had a headache.

"Why don't you advise some inkstones?" Father Fang lowered his voice and said, "just buy a piece of land outside. How can you raise it at home?"

Fang's mother laughed bitterly: "these are all inkstone personally cleaned up, he also said to plant vegetables and raise chickens for us to eat."

"We don't need this..."

Fang father's words have not finished, was immediately interrupted by the old lady: "I feel very good."

The rest of the father's words immediately swallowed back to the stomach, but helplessly looked at the old lady who could not help but care for his grandson: "Mom

"What do you want me to do? It's rare that inkstone has this heart. If you look at you, you are busy working all day. Where can you be filial like inkstone and care about us? " The old woman said with a strong voice: "I will not give you any food when I collect the inkstone in the future."

"I don't mean that..." Will he not be satisfied with his little son's wish? It's just that inkstone is so young. It's just the age when you should be carefree to play. How can you plant and raise chickens?

The old lady blocked the rest of his words: "I think it's settled. Your father agrees. It's better than the grandson of Zhang's family."

Fang's father didn't have any objection.

Zhang Jia's grandson is a well-known gangster. He has been sneaking around since he was a child. When he grew up, he didn't learn how to do it well. Before he was an adult, he made trouble to other girls' families. As a result, the girls went straight to the door of their homes. Not to mention, they even raced in the middle of the night, causing death directly. His enemies seized the handle on them, and finally the privacy involved in the lower part of Zhangjiakou was corrected Not long ago, Zhangjia moved out of this place, but now I don't know where to go.

Compared with his son who was a loser, his inkstone just likes farming. What is it?

Fang's dissatisfaction was completely gone.

Fang Huai came together again: "Dad, since my brother can farm at home, can I make transformers at home?""No way." Fang's father refused him even though he didn't want to.

Fang Huai immediately shrunk back wrongly.

"And your brother?"

"He went in with the inkstone and said he would help the inkstone plant the land."

As soon as Fang Huai's voice dropped, Fang Ke took his brother's hand and walked out of the room.

Fang's father looked up and saw that his eldest son, who had always paid attention to image, pulled up his trousers and walked out of the room barefoot. His white shirt was also stained with dirt. As for the inkstone he held in his hand, he became a little mud monkey. Only his face and hands were clean, but also with water drops. He should have just washed it.

Seeing him, Fang Yan's eyes lit up and immediately called out, "Dad." After he yelled, he thought it was not very good. He hid behind the elder brother with a red face.

As soon as he met his younger son, Fang's father was full of tenderness, and even his voice was softened by eight degrees, facing his younger son: "inkstone, come here."

Fang Yan shook off his elder brother's hand and ran towards him.

Out of the nature of consanguinity, and because of the way to get along when he came back, he was very dependent on Fang's father and mother, and changed his mouth very quickly.

The dirty little mud monkey threw himself directly into his arms. His clean clothes were smeared with dirt. Fang's father didn't care. Instead, he picked up his little son and praised him.

Boast of the child's face red, from the ear red to the neck, embarrassed straight to his arms drill.

Being spoiled by his little son, Fang's father would like to hold all the good things in front of him and immediately said, "what can I do for inkstone? Dad is here to help you

"No, Dad. I've done it." Fang Yan is clever.

Fang's father immediately regretted.

Fang Huai curled his lips and pulled Fang Ke's clothes: "how can my father agree with the cultivation of inkstone and inkstone, but not my transformers?"

Fang Ke glanced at him: "because one reality can do it, one cannot."

"How can't transformers do that?" Fang Huai was not convinced: "they also defeated the Decepticons and saved the earth."

Fang Ke turned his head and didn't want to talk to his silly brother.

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