Grandpa Lu San turned his head and asked Xibao, "Xibao, what about you?" Is it okay not to go with your mother? ”

The old man said pitifully, almost begging.

"I'm very obedient!" Xibao opened her mouth as a matter of course, meaning that she listened to her mother's words, not to Lu San's grandfather's words, "I have fruits to eat with my mother." ”

"We also have fruits in the field, this year there are task melons, planted two acres of mountainous land, after a few days the watermelons will be ripe, grandpa deliberately broke one when picking melons, and took out the red watermelon pulp for Xibao to eat." Grandpa Lu San's eyes rolled, and he immediately had an idea, "Grandpa Tai's family has planted a few small melons in his own field, and when they are ripe, they are only for Xibao to eat." ”

Xibao shook his head, "Grandpa eat!" ”

"Ouch, Xibao, why do you think you are so well-behaved? At such a young age, I know how to honor my grandfather! Grandpa Lu San patted his heart and praised Xibao, "It would be better if you stayed and lived with grandpa." ”

Why is this still the case? Xibao was a little annoyed and buried his face in Feng Qingxue's arms.

Mom is the best, of course, living with her mother.

"Mom, I want meat!" I hadn't eaten meat for a few days, and Xibao was drooling.

Father Lu immediately said: "Ah Cheng, kill the old hen at home and stew it in a while." "You can't let the little grandson and the little granddaughter not be able to eat a bite of meat before leaving, anyway, the old hen won't lay eggs, so you don't have to wait until the festival to kill it.

Seki responded with a smile.

Xibao jumped up and cheered, "Thank you grandpa, thank you Brother Acheng!" ”

"Thank you grandpa, thank you Brother Acheng!" Fu Bao's clumsy fingers turned over the flower rope and knotted it, and he didn't forget to join in the fun.

Guan Cheng went to the chicken pen in a lily coat and caught the old hen that Lu's father said, cut his throat with a knife, and the gurgling blood flowed into the bowl, the old hen became dying from fluttering, and Feng Qingyun had quickly boiled a pot of water and poured it into the vegetable basin.

Xibao watched back and forth, watching Guan Cheng press the old hen into the basin, and the chicken feathers were plucked quickly.

And Grandpa Lu San was still a little reluctant in the hall, and after being rejected repeatedly, he sighed, "Why don't you take Xibao home to see it in the future?" When you two are at home, our Wang Lou brigade is really smooth! ”

"Third grandfather, Ah Jiang and I are soldiers, how can we make our own decisions during the holidays." Feng Qingxue was soft-hearted, and he couldn't bear the old men to show disappointment, thought about it, and said: "Otherwise, we can't come back, every year in the spring, Dad or Ah Cheng can go to the army to bring Xibao home for a while!" I'm sure Xibao will be very happy. ”

The reason why it is set at the beginning of spring is because the mercy of God is most needed during spring ploughing, and also because it is convenient for border guards to enter and exit in summer and autumn, but it is different in winter, and the mountains are often covered with heavy snow.

Speaking of this, Feng Qingxue couldn't help but say: "Actually, God really doesn't have any friendship with Xibao!" His natural luck is a little better than that of ordinary people, but it is definitely not good enough to affect the climate change of heaven and earth, even if he has Xibao, he can't harvest an acre of crops if he plants a grain of wheat. If the wind and rain are not good when Xibao is at home, you can't rely on us Xibao! ”

"Not bad! Good! Not bad! "There is a chance to let Xibao come back, it is better than nothing, think about the wind and snow and the years when Xibao was not at home, the harvest is not as good as a year, and there is almost not enough to eat.