Ye Lao Er said, "Uncle, I see you're quite good at farming. Your crops are better than those of our neighbors. When we get the land back next year, I'm going to learn from you."

"That's no problem." Liu Quan agreed readily, "We're all friends, we're not strangers. I can't hide anything from anyone else, but I can hide it from you."

"Okay, then I'll thank my uncle here first."

Although the four brothers were busy with farm work together when they were outside the Great Wall, the one who liked to stay in the fields the most and wanted to devote all his attention to studying how to farm was only Ye Lao Er.

There will never be a single weed on the crops he takes care of.

Now that he has come to Rongxi Village, Ye Ersao is busy making clothes for Young Master Qin. Ye Laoer has nowhere to stay, so he often wanders around the fields of each family in the village.

As he said, among all the crops in the village, Liu Quan's crops grew the best.

Ye Laoer couldn't help but feel a little worried. His previous skills were all based on his careful observation and research, but those experiences should only be suitable for the environment outside the Great Wall.

It’s hard to say whether it will still be effective after returning to the border.

When Ye Lao Er heard that Liu Quan agreed to teach him, he rarely smiled.

Seeing this, Old Lady Ye said to Ye Juaner, "My second son loves to tinker with the crops and spends all day in the fields.

"My second son's wife always complained to me that he would rather work with dirt in the fields than go home.

"Do you really think that dirt is prettier than your wife?"

When Ye Ersao heard that her mother-in-law was making fun of her, she quickly stopped her and said, "Mom, this happened so long ago, I've completely forgotten about it. How come you still remember it?"

"How could I not remember? I scolded the second son for this. That way he would go home more often to look after his wife when he has nothing to do, instead of just squatting on the ground and looking at the dirt."

Ye Lao Er slapped his forehead belatedly and said, "So it was you who complained to Mother before? No wonder Mother scolded me for no apparent reason."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the adults in the room laughed.

Mrs. Ye spread her hands and said, "Look, everyone, come and judge for yourself. It's been several years since the incident, and this idiot only figured out what happened today."

After hearing what Ye Ersao said, everyone laughed even more happily.

Today the children also went to help in the fields. Although the work was not much, they were all running around and were busy all the time. By noon they were all starving.

So when the adults started laughing and joking, the children at the table were still eating quietly.

Even Qingtian ate a lot more than usual, which made Mrs. Ye happy but also worried that she would get indigestion.

Qingtian is a child who has never been picky about food, but because she was never full at Shan's house before, her stomach has become smaller due to hunger.

When she first came to the Ye family, she was afraid that she would be disliked if she ate too much, but she was indeed full after just a few bites. This caused a lot of worry to Ye's wife, who wanted to cook eight different meals for her every day.

But looking at it today, whether you eat more or less, it still depends on whether you are hungry or not.

However, even though Qingtian ate a lot more today than usual, she was still the one who ate the least among the children.

So she was the first to put down her chopsticks, and then looked around and watched others eat.

She leaned closer to Ye Xianglei, who was sitting next to her, and asked in a pretentious whisper, "Xiao Su, didn't you say before that your mother's cooking was always unpalatable? But I think it's quite delicious!"

"Although it's not as good as what my mother made, it's still pretty good. It's wrong to look down on your own mother."

Qingtian thought he spoke quietly, but in fact most people in the room heard it.

Ye Juan'er wanted to laugh but also wanted to glare at her son.

Sister-in-law Ye San even asked directly, "Qingtian, who cooks better, your mother or your aunt?"

Qingtian said without hesitation or stumbling, "Of course my mother's cooking is delicious."

"If it doesn't taste good, why did you eat so much today?" Mrs. Ye San continued to tease her.

Qingtian hurriedly explained, "It's not that it doesn't taste good. It's really well cooked. It's just a little bit worse than my mother's."

Mrs. Ye, who was standing by, couldn't hold it in any longer and hugged Qingtian with a smile: "My silly girl, can't you even eat the food your mother cooked?"

Qingtian was stunned when she heard this. When she was eating just now, she really felt that the food was made by Mrs. Ye.

But aren’t we coming to my aunt’s house for dinner today?

Isn’t it true that whoever’s house you eat at is the one who cooks?

Why does my mother cook the meals at my aunt’s house?

Qingtian’s little head was almost confused by these questions.

She looked at Mrs. Ye pitifully, fearing that she would be sad because she couldn't taste her cooking.

"Mom, it's all my fault. I should have tasted it." Qingtian said, and two crystal clear tears were already hanging under her eyes.

"Oh, Mom doesn't blame you at all, why are you still crying?" Sister Ye quickly picked up Qingtian and coaxed him, "Be good, don't cry. Look, your uncle is looking at you!"

Ye Xianglei looked at Qingtian crying pitifully, stood up and ran over to open his own kangqin, took out a box that belonged to him, opened it, took out a small gourd that had been wrapped and was very warm, and put it into Qingtian's hand.

"Qingtian, stop crying. Look what your uncle has in store for you."

Seeing this, Ye Juan'er couldn't help but sigh in surprise, "What happened today? He usually treats that broken box like a treasure, and even his father and I are not allowed to touch the things inside.

"During the Spring Festival last year, his eldest sister came back with her child. The child fell in love with his little gourd and wanted it, but he refused to give it to her.

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