Bianshanhan [farming]

While Lin Qingwen was sitting on the kang eating hot noodle soup, Li Maoyu saw the three Fang's mothers who had come all the way to the border town, and helped them with some food, then hurried outside the camp to see his nephew.

Old Xingtou went to the kitchen and asked for two roast chickens to welcome them.

When they heard that Li Qingwen was back, everyone in the kitchen was very happy, thinking that the Li family was reunited today, and they would go out to find him tomorrow.

Fang had already slept on the kang on the way, but she still felt different when she got to the camp. Although it was messy inside and out, it was warmer, which she liked better.

Of course, it's because the child's father is here, so he feels at ease, so he feels good everywhere he looks.

Jiang Cong and the others didn't stand when they arrived at the camp, but rode northward on horseback. There were still so many stone diggers outside who hadn't returned yet.

The four members of Jiang Liping's family ate together head to head. Jiang Xuewu and Jiang Xuedong took off their clothes while eating roasted chicken legs. The room was a bit hot.

Jiang Liping broke off a large piece of roe deer meat, and put the sauce fish in front of her, "Eat more, I'm not at home, you take care of the old ones and the young ones by yourself, but you're exhausted."

When we first met on the way, hearing his words, Fang couldn't help but cry and her eyes were red, she was not afraid of being tired, just thinking about the child's father living in such a far away border town, she would never come back for the rest of her life, her heart was empty Yes, it has been on and off.

Now when she saw the man, not only did she look strong, but her face was flushed, she felt relieved, after tears were shed, only joy remained.

There were seven or eight plates on the table, five or six of which were meat. Fang had never seen such piles of meat when he was eating at a wedding banquet in his hometown, so he couldn't help but asked, "You eat like this every day?"

"No, if Zai'er and his aunt don't come to cook, we'll just eat it casually. We don't know how to cook, and we're afraid of spoiling things." Jiang Liping ate while picking up vegetables for his two sons. Seeing that Fang's bowl was almost empty, he got up and went. Serve rice.

Fang glanced at him, and said angrily: "It's enough for him to study and practice calligraphy every day, I will do it in the future."

Jiang Liping smiled and stroked his son's hair, "Okay."

Jiang Xuewu said while eating: "Grandma said that you wrote letters to deceive people. I said that the paper was full of tricks, but grandma insisted that Dad deliberately showed them..."

Fang also laughed, she didn't believe it before she came here.

The body is warm and the stomach is full. When the three of Fang's mothers saw Jiang Liping, they regarded this place as their second home.

At this time, Jiang Cong was riding a horse and met the sleigh that was pulling the stone back, and it was Li Maoxian and Li Maoqun walking in front.

"Uncle." Jiang Cong jumped off his horse and called out.

Seeing him, Li Maoxian was overjoyed by Xuebing's blank face, "Jiang Cong is back!"

When the Hongzhou soldiers heard it, they also called Jiang Cong's name at the top of their voices, and asked, "Sister-in-law and nephew are here too?"

Jiang Cong obeyed their words, walked beside Li Maoxian, reported his safety, and talked about the things on the way.

Li Qingfeng and Ma Yongjiang walked at the back of the team, while others were carrying rocks on their sledges, they were carrying big fish.

It wasn't that the two of them were lazy, on the contrary, Li Qingfeng and Mayongjiang went out early and returned late, pulled enough of their own rocks, and came with the others to dig holes in the river and catch fish.

The fish they caught were not the same as those in the past, they were huge, any one was three or four feet long and weighed twenty or thirty catties.

No one knew what kind of fish it was.

Ever since he accidentally saw this fish eating other small fish, Li Qingfeng didn't want to let it go, so he and Ma Yongjiang made a fishing rod to catch this kind of big fish.

All the horses came out to pull the stones. The team was several miles long. There were not only villagers, but also officers and soldiers, and even more exiles. Li Qingfeng and Li Qingfeng were happy to return with a full load, but they didn't see Jiang Cong ahead.

As we walked, the sky became dark. Others were driving the sledge to unload stones, while the two of them were pulling fish back.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Ma Yongjiang said, "Li Qingfeng, does this person look like your brother?"

Li Qingfeng cast a glance, and said with a sneer: "How does this bastard look like our boy?"

Ma Yongjiang nodded, "Yes, she looks like a girl, but this girl walks quite boldly."

The person in front turned around and looked at the two of them fixedly, "Little Fourth Brother, Ma Yongjiang, long time no see."

"Hey!" The two let go of the reins immediately, completely forgetting that they had uttered bad words just now, and ran over cheerfully, "Zai'er, when did you get home? Second brother, how is it?"

Li Qingwen was disliked by his nephew because he smelled bad. He wanted to go to the camp to take a bath. After all, he was bored after traveling for a month, and he didn't feel good. But it was really inconvenient for the male and female guests at home to keep coming in and out.

He hadn't gone far when he heard the two people behind him chattering, the hateful thing was that he could hear it clearly, but the two of them completely left him behind, they kept walking around him, with a smile on their faces than a fool.

Li Qingwen couldn't help grinning, "Second brother is fine, he's still thinking about you. It's been a long time since I got home, and I've been waiting for you, daddy and the others are back?"

The two were talking happily, and they didn't forget to show off the big fish they caught. Li Qingwen took a closer look at it. It was so long and covered with black spots, it looked like a pike.

"After I take a shower, I'll come back and cook fish." Li Qingwen said.

As soon as he said this, the two nodded in satisfaction, urging him to go and come back quickly, and went to call someone if he didn't come back in two quarters of an hour.

"It takes two quarters of an hour to boil the water." Li Qingwen bargained, "It takes an hour."

The two mercifully agreed.

When Li Qingwen arrived, Fang was tidying up the house. Hearing that he was going to take a bath, he said, "It happens that there is hot water in the pot."

"Sister-in-law, I'll do it myself." Li Qingwen ran to say hello to Lao Xingtou and asked him to have dinner at home, and Lao Xingtou said hello.

The bath barrel was made by an old bucket maker who was fleeing famine. Qi Min and the others exchanged it for grain and put it in an empty room alone.

Old Xingtou ladled the hot water from the pot into a basin, then poured it into a large wooden barrel, and said to Li Qingwen, "Go in and soak it first, they made this thing very delicately, you can put it out when the water is cold, and then put it in Pour hot water and soak for as long as you want."

Li Qingwen also wanted to refresh himself earlier, so he began to undress after hearing this.

When he was about to finish picking, there was a commotion outside, it was Lao Sun and the others who had returned.

Li Qingwen poked his head out, and sure enough, he saw a group of people entering the room with a burst of air-conditioning, calling for help.

When everyone saw him, they all smiled and came over to rub him together, "Zai'er, do you miss brother?"

One by one, they just came back from the outside, their hands were colder than ice cubes, and they deliberately stuffed his neck collar, trying to make trouble.

Li Qingwen straightened his hairs, and shrank his head back with a "whoosh", "I'm going to take a shower first, let's talk after washing."

After speaking, he immediately tore off the clothes inside, and stepped on the bench into the big wooden barrel.

A few cute people followed in, and said maliciously: "Let's wash together, it's so warm."

Li Qingwen shrank in the water, and quickly called Jiang Cong. Those people pinched his ears, shook him, and said with a smile, "You brother Jiang hasn't come back yet, he can't save you this time..."

Li Qingwen was naked in the barrel, surrounded by them, unable to run, and poured water on them.

"Oh, oh, you still dare to resist, okay, today we will give you a good back rub!" Several people's heads and faces were wet by hot water, and they insisted on asking Li Qingwen to beg for mercy.

For a moment, the hut was in chaos.

Li Qingwen used one against three, but soon showed signs of decline, and he was still tenaciously resisting.

Old Xingtou came over with water, trying to save Li Qingwen from the siege, but Hu Lichuan played tricks and blocked him from entering the house.

There was a wooden spoon in the barrel, which was specially used to scoop up water to splash on the back. Li Qingwen scooped up the spoon and poured it out viciously.

The three of them dodged swiftly, not even a spoonful of water was lost, and it all fell on the person who had just entered the room.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Cong asked, wiping off the hot water from his face.

As soon as they heard his voice, the three of Hu Lichuan immediately stopped fighting, and while slipping out, they said to Li Qingwen: "Let's play again next time!"

Originally half of the bucket of water was spilled all over the floor, only half of it was left. Li Qingwen collapsed from strength, "Brother, why did you come back?"

Jiang Cong reached out and took the hot water from Old Xingtou's hand, and poured it into the bucket, "Wash quickly, don't catch a cold."

As soon as he came back, Li Qingwen felt relieved immediately with a reliance on him.

Jiang Cong was about to leave after pouring the water, but Li Qingwen hurriedly said, "Don't, I can't stand it when they come back later, brother, you're wet too, let's wash together."

With that said, Li Qingwen leaned back, made gestures, and said, "The place is pretty big, and the two of you can walk comfortably."

Jiang Cong saw that the wooden barrel hadn't moved, Li Qingwen waved at him, and said, "If it takes more than an hour, little brother four will come looking for me."

At this time, it was completely dark outside, and Mrs. Fang started to light a fire in the back room to make food for these old men who had been busy all day.

Old Xingtou came over with an oil lamp, and told Li Qingwen to call him when the water was cold, and be careful when he got out of the wash, so as not to slip on the water on the ground.

Jiang Cong started to take off his clothes. Li Qingwen felt that his movements were a little slow. He had already finished stripping them a few times ago, but now he was still stretching his arms after half a day.

He wanted to rush, but when he saw the slender and strong figure under the light, he turned his eyes inexplicably.

Taking a deep breath, Li Qingwen stretched out his hand to gently pinch his stomach, which was also hard, and felt a little comforted.

After Jiang Cong stepped into the bucket with his long legs, the water level suddenly rose, and Li Qingwen stuck to the slightly rough wall of the bucket like a piece of mud.

Jiang Cong was facing the door, and Li Qingwen saw the bulging muscles on his back, like a wild beast lying in ambush in the grass. At this moment, he looked careless, and once he moved, he would reveal fierce minions.

Li Qingwen was stunned for a moment, then slid down the barrel, choked on water, his nostrils were hot.

Jiang Cong turned around and lifted him out of the water with his legs.

Li Qingwen was propped up, his head stuck out of the water, and he took a deep breath.

The oil lamp was right next to it, and it happened that a string of crystal drops of water slid from Jiang Cong's tall nose bridge to his chin, and then trickled down to his protruding Adam's apple...

He vaguely saw the wet trail left by the water droplets.

Li Qingwen blinked his dark eyes, and a stream of heat trickled down his nose. Jiang Cong reached out to lift his chin, and pressed his handsome face against it.

Licking his chapped lips, Li Qingwen hid back, his jaw was clamped tightly, and he couldn't get away.

Just when he could clearly feel Jiang Cong's breathing, he heard a voice, "Don't move, you have a nosebleed."