The happy little days of the Ye family

During the summer harvest period, every household is so busy that time flies by once people get busy.

In the blink of an eye, Chenchen is already more than three months old. The little guy has grown up a bit, and his facial features look more like Ye Qingqing's.

With her plump forehead, big eyes, and high bridge of nose, she is exactly the replica of Ye Qingqing.

However, there are also many places that resemble Tang Xiaojing.

The little guy's mouth and chin follow his father's, and his hands and feet are long. He will definitely be a tall man in the future.

At this time, Chenchen's arms and legs were quite strong.

When Tang Shan and Tang Xiaojing were at home, they were keen on training the little ones to turn over.

After the summer harvest, the father and son just had a few days of rest. Tangshan hugged his eldest grandson every day and never let go.

Tang Xiaojing always teased the little guy to make him turn over. Chenchen was not happy and deliberately peed on him twice.

The father and son are somewhat at odds with each other, but the little guy Chenchen still looks kind to Ye Qingqing and Tangshan, with a smile on his face.

He didn't look so good towards his father, and even peed on him several times. After peeing, he still looked innocent and blinked his big eyes.

As a father, Tang Xiaojing, of course, couldn't compete with Xiaojia's guys. At most, he could take advantage of Ye Qingqing's not paying attention and slap his chubby little butt twice.

He, Tang Xiaojing, had been training his son all day long. In just a few days, Chenchen had already learned to lift his little feet.

As for turning over, the father and son are still working hard.

When Ye Qingqing entered the room, he saw Tang Xiaojing squatting beside the bed, instructing his son to turn over.

"Push harder, it's just a little bit close."

"Come on morning morning, support the bed board with your hands, hurry up, hurry up, you will succeed soon."

"Yeah ah..."

The little guy was twisting hard on the bed, twisting and turning like a fat white insect, but he just couldn't turn over.

Tang Xiaojing looked at his son with hatred.

"You little idiot, why can't you teach me how to do it? If you can't hold your hand, you will do it the other way around."

Ye Qingqing was not happy that he called his son a little fool, so he walked to the bed and pushed him aside.

"Chenchen is still young, so why worry."

Tang Xiaojing, who was squeezed away, hugged Ye Qingqing's waist and looked at her aggrievedly.

"With this little bastard, I won't be in your eyes anymore."

Summer was already hot, and Tang Xiaojing was like a big stove. Ye Qingqing pushed him away with disgust.

"Childish, even your own children are jealous."

"The child is a child, and I am me. Why can't I be jealous? You can't just focus on the child and ignore me." Tang Xiaojing hugged Ye Qingqing tighter.

"Gungungun, there isn't much firewood left at home. Hurry up and chop wood."

Ye Qingqing rubbed his still sore waist, not wanting to pay attention to this pushy man, and drove him outside to chop wood.

Tang Xiaojing walked to the kitchen door and saw only the last two small bundles of firewood that had been piled up like a hill.

During the summer harvest month, both father and son were busy harvesting and planting grain, and almost all the firewood chopped at home was used.

The weather was too hot, so Tang Xiaojing took off his shirt and chopped firewood in the yard shirtless.

When Ye Qingqing passed by, he saw the man's abdominal muscles, his face suddenly turned crimson, and he hurried into the kitchen.

There are many blue-headed ducks raised in the river below the valley. In addition to the ducks sold to the Ye family for roast duck, there are also many old ducks used to lay eggs.

When he came back from the fields yesterday, Tang Xiaojing caught an old duck and a big male duck.

When she came to the kitchen, Aunt Chen had already cleaned up the two ducks and chopped them into small pieces.

At noon, Ye Qingqing planned to stew old duck soup and make a perilla duck.

Both Xia Shou and his son have lost a lot of weight, so they should take a lot of weight.

In the small vegetable patch at the door, there is a perilla tree.

This perilla tree was planted when Ye Qingqing got married. In two years, it had grown as high as her chest, with lush branches and leaves, like a small tree.

To make perilla duck, you need to add more perilla to make it delicious. Ye Qingqing picked half a basket of perilla and came back.

And she is very picky. She doesn’t want anything that has been eaten by insects, but only beautiful perilla leaves.

While Ye Qingqing was making soup in the kitchen, the Ye family next door was also killing chickens.

There was an old hen in the Ye family that could no longer lay eggs, so Mother Ye killed it. Half is used to stew bamboo fungus chicken soup, and half is used to stew potatoes.

In addition, Ye Mu also ordered Ye Xilin to kill a large grass carp weighing more than 5 pounds, preparing to make a fish for two.

The fish meat is cut into thin slices to make pickled fish, and the fish head and fish bones are used to make fish head tofu stew.

"Zizzizi..."

"Zizzizi..."

There was a burst of fragrance in the kitchen, which made Sweet Potato and Snowball drool at the door of the kitchen.

Xiao Qi was born just after the autumn harvest. He is a year and a half older than Chen Chen and is now exactly one year and eight months old.

The little guy has grown a lot in the past month. He was still swaying when he ran before, but now he can run very steadily on his two short legs.

Xiaoqi is full of energy and always likes to play in the sun. Since summer has arrived, it has been getting darker day by day.

Originally a white and tender dumpling, after the summer harvest, it turned into a black dumpling with particularly white teeth.

The little guy couldn't see what he looked like and didn't know that he had turned black. Instead, he laughed at Ye Xilin every day.

"Uncle is black~, uncle is so dark~"

Then Ye Xilin pinned her down on her legs and spanked her.

Of course, Ye Xilin was not willing to hit him hard, and it was more about teasing children.

However, the little guy was very vindictive. After being beaten, he jumped and pushed his little head against Ye Xilin's butt.

Xiao Qi couldn't stop and saw Mrs. Ye working in the small vegetable garden, so she followed her over for a inspection.

When Mrs. Ye wasn't paying attention, she picked two pumpkin flowers that were in perfect bloom.

Then he was kicked back, and Mrs. Ye even forbade the little bastard from setting foot in her small vegetable garden again.

Back in the house, the little guy started looking for sweet potatoes and snowballs again. After a while, I saw two big guys lying at the door of the kitchen.

Afraid that the two dogs would run away, Xiao Qi stuck out her butt and ran over quietly.

The little guy is a little bigger now and runs very steadily.

After a while, he ran to the kitchen door and hugged the furry Snowball.

In fact, Snowball and Sweet Potato already knew that this little bastard was coming, but they were attracted by the smell in the kitchen and were too lazy to run away.

Xiao Qi hugged Xueqiu and patted the big furry head a few times with her little hands.

After this period of torture, Xueqiu was numb and continued to lie on the ground expressionlessly.

Xiao Qi happily grabbed Xueqiu's two snow-white ears and played with them, and kept talking a lot of meaningless nonsense.

The summer harvest has just ended, and every household in the village smells of meat, and the aroma of the Ye family and the Tang family is particularly prominent.

As soon as the meal was ready, Ye Qingqing brought old duck soup and perilla duck to her parents.

When I came back, I brought back several meat dishes and bamboo fungus chicken soup.

After a lunch, several people from the Ye family and the Tang family were almost full.

There were long-term workers in the family, so Ye's father and Ye Donglin did not stay to help with the summer harvest.

After all, theirs is not the only grocery stall/grocery store in town.

The two of them really have to be busy at home for a month, and all the guests they accumulated before have been divided up.

Moreover, the father and son rarely do farm work, and they are not good at it. They might as well earn more money and hire long-term workers.

As soon as Father Ye set up the stall in the morning, Aunt Hu came over with a smile on her face.