“The little box,” Da Bao said.
“Hmm, little box,” Xu Yan said, then noticed that Xiao Bao didn’t speak, and glanced at Xiao Bao again.
"Does Xiaobao know what this is?"
“Little box,” Xiao Bao stared at the box for a while before slowly speaking.
The small box was locked, but the lock was completely rusted; you could even rub off reddish-brown rust by touching it.
Xu Yan stared at the box for a long time, but in the end, he didn't open it directly.
On the one hand, she didn't know what was in the box, and Da Bao and Xiao Bao were there. She was afraid that if something bad happened, it would scare them.
On the other hand, this box looked like it had been buried for quite a long time. She had heard her grandmother say before that in those days, many landlords and wealthy people didn't want to hand over their possessions, so they would find a place to bury them and then secretly dig them up when things calmed down.
Who knows, this might be some treasure buried by some nouveau riche.
As Xu Yan stared at the small box, Da Bao and Xiao Bao followed suit.
Just as Da Bao was about to touch the lock with his finger, Xu Yan stood up, glanced around, and then dug a hole next to a not-so-inconspicuous rock and buried the box in it.
I plan to ask Xie Zhuo tonight before dealing with it.
Xu Yan returned to the willow tree, filled in the mess that Da Bao had dug, and placed a few half-sized pebbles before calling them to go to the field to find Xie Zhuo.
Da Bao and Xiao Bao had never been to the fields before.
When they heard that their aunt was going to take them to the fields to find their uncle, their attention was immediately diverted.
They basically sang songs as they ran to the fields.
Xie Zhuo didn't look up from the field all morning. He had already completed one-third of the land assigned to him by the team leader. For others, his speed was quite fast, but for him, it still felt a bit slow.
He was afraid that Xu Yan wouldn't be able to wait for him to come back at noon, so he cooked for himself.
Whether it tastes good or not is secondary; the main concern is... safety.
The young educated youth was clearly spoiled by the city and probably had little experience with earthen stoves, and seemed to be a little afraid of fire.
The kitchen was so smoky that day because she had stuffed the firewood too deep, blocking the chimney and preventing the smoke from escaping, which is why it was only able to rise into the kitchen.
Xie Zhuo glanced at the sun, estimated the time in his mind, and worked even faster.
They didn't even consider that Xu Yan doesn't even know how to start a fire, so how did she manage to get by in Qingshan Brigade for the past six months?
He was rushing to meet the deadline and didn't notice the other people's voices. By the time he realized what was happening, Da Bao and Xiao Bao were already standing on the edge of the field calling for their third uncle.
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