"No."
Feng Sipo looked at her like this, nodded, and did not continue to pester her, "We will see each other again in the future."
Qiu Yantang: Is there something wrong with this person?
Without waiting for them to say anything, she ran away with the basket on her back. She didn't want to play with a lunatic.
Run faster than a rabbit.
"Feng Tuan, are you okay?"
He touched his thigh that was hit by the brick and returned to his stern face. "It's okay."
Besides the weather, the thing that changes the fastest is Feng Tuan’s face!
Qiu Yantang arrived at the place where work points were recorded, and she didn't see anyone except the scorer.
"Little ancestor, you've finished harvesting so quickly?" Qiu Manyi looked at Qiu Yantang coming over with a basket on his back and hurried over to take it.
After all, except for a few people of the Ding generation and their wives, everyone else has to respect Qiu Yantang as their ancestor.
Qiu Manyi looked at Qiu Yantang. The little ancestor was really handsome, with fair skin, eyes like stars, and an extraordinary temperament.
Qiu Yantang looked a little lazy, but it seemed that every inch of her skin was full of vitality.
As Qiu Manzhi watched, he was stunned.
Until Qiu Yantang pinched her baby-faced face and said, "Manzhi, what are you thinking about?"
"ah,"
The little ancestor actually touched my face!
"It's okay, little ancestor, you did a great job harvesting pig grass. These two baskets will give you five work points."
A little moist, but not much.
Qiu Yantang nodded, "Thank you, I'm going back now!"
Qiu Manzhi nodded quickly. She looked at Qiu Yantang's back until she could no longer see him.
Qiu Yantang felt uneasy when he was staring at her. Could it be that Manzhi had some unspeakable habit?
When I got home, I saw the mill turning automatically, grinding the soybeans into pulp.
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