Facing the curious eyes of the two old men, Nan Chengyu forgot how to answer for a while.

It's not that he's slow, it's that his brain reacts too fast.

At the moment when the second grandfather and the old man Si Mo appeared and asked what they had just said, one, two, three, four, five, six, there were more than a dozen ways to answer at once, and each answer might bring a chain reaction, and the corresponding results all flocked to his mind.

Nan Chengyu was shocked by himself.

Feng Ming'an's little pen friend poked his little head out from behind a basket, because it was still cool from the sun, so he squinted there for a while.

Hearing the voice of the second grandfather, he was instantly awakened.

"Second grandfather, when can you be gentle, oh no, when can you be more gentle, I just dreamed of eating chicken legs, and I was woken up by your voice."

"Stinky boy!"

The second grandfather glared at him, but he didn't lose his temper this time.

Nan Chengyu came back to his senses and hurriedly beckoned the two of them to sit in a shady place under the tree, listening to the intentions of the two old men.

Nan Chengyu couldn't cry or laugh.

The two old men and the captain's daughter-in-law have similar ideas.

Now the vegetable fields in every house have grown one after another, and even people who don't like to take care of the vegetable fields can still have a handful of leeks and cucumbers in the east and a handful of beans and eggplants in the west.

As for the wild vegetables on the slopes of the mountains and by the river......

Who still tosses that one if it's okay!

At least they really don't have such a family in Fengjia Village.

Even if you really want to eat wild vegetables for a change of taste, it is enough to explore the vegetable fields in your own land or in the vegetable fields in the yard.

Unless the surplus food at home is really not enough, no one will run up the hill and the river all day long, and when the real mountain goods are dried and dried, then you have to wait until around the autumn harvest!

It's ......

No matter how they think about it, they think that what they children are doing is unreasonable, but faintly, they don't feel that they are messing around.

Because they know very well that these children are not fooling around, and from the mouths of the brothers Feng Ming'an, Feng Mingye, Feng Mingdong, and Mingbei, they can't ask anything.

So......

A few clan elders had nothing to do that day, so let the two of them come over.

Don't worry about guessing, if you really need help, they won't just watch.

That's all that is said and done.

And finally—

The second grandfather also deliberately glanced at the vegetable patch in the southwest corner of the yard, and the vegetables in it looked very guestful, and he asked curiously.

"Don't you have a vegetable patch? I look good, why are you still tossing this? ”

Nam Chengyu: "......"

Nan Chengyu, who was about to say something, saw the embarrassment on Feng Ming'an's little pot friend's face clearly, and he sighed.

Of course, Nan Chengyu knew what Feng Ming'an's little pot friend was embarrassed about.

Fengjia Village is the clan village of the old Feng family, and the neighbors are all relatives, maybe a little dirty, but it really doesn't mean to watch who starves to death.

However, Feng Ming'an's little pen friends and the brothers of the Feng family have promised Nan Chengyu not to talk about this matter, not to mention that it also involves their favorite second aunt.

It's because they have been holding back.

Now that the second grandfather and the old man Simo are asking about this matter again, he is starting to be embarrassed again.

Actually-

Nan Chengyu didn't intend to ignore it in the first place, and it was impossible for him and Linlang to leave here at least until the national turmoil was over.

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