Bianshanhan [farming]

Li Qingyong sat next to Li Qingwen, even though he was guarded by the pup, he quickly stroked his fur, and then retracted his hand with a "swish".

The calm Mao Mao didn't get angry because of this, Li Qingwen was puzzled, but he didn't dare to show it, pretending that he didn't hear anything just now.

Li Qingyong held it in for a long time, and naturally couldn't help it. He smiled and leaned over, and said in a low voice: "Don't hide it, I can see it, you are the same as my brother-in-laws today... Tell me, who do you like?" Is it a girl?"

There are only two generations in Li Qingyong's family, and there are even more brothers and sisters in the same generation. There are thirty or forty of his own sisters and cousins. He is used to the weird looks of those prospective brothers-in-law. Li Qingwen is sometimes happy and depressed today. The look of the face was familiar to him.

Hearing his firm tone, Li Qingwen calmed down and thought to himself, if I say it, I'm afraid it will scare you out of courage.

Of course, nothing is clear right now, he doesn't want to expose these things, so he just said: "Guess."

Li Qingyong was still counting with his fingers, Li Qingwen and the dog sneaked back.

His mind is not so chaotic now, he just wants to see Jiang Cong again, and everything should be clear when he sees people.

Of course, no matter what, making money is the most important thing right now.

Although the construction of the city was very busy, Li Qingwen and Li Qingfeng quietly talked through Chen Wen, and took the old grandson and the two boys of the Jiang family to the west beach.

This year, the water level is high and the flow is fast. Most of the beaches are submerged, making it much more difficult to pick mussels.

Not surprisingly, not only did they not find the carnelian that Jiang Cong touched at the bottom of the river last time, they also didn't find many mussels, which might have been washed away by the water.

I have to say that there are indeed more pearls from the river mussels here. Their whole bodies are wrinkled in the water. Everyone pried out three bowls of pearls, large and small. Although there are a little less, the pearls are quite big. Compared with last year, everyone is quite content.

They also tried to search down the river, but there was no more suitable beach like this one. Counting the days, they didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried back to the camp.

This year's pearl production was reduced, Li Qingwen wondered if Qi Min had told Jiang Cong about the fluorite, but he didn't know that the coming guests from afar would suddenly break the balance he was struggling to maintain.

A while ago, I saw a large field of buckwheat flowers, which were ripe in a blink of an eye. After Li Qingwen and others returned to the camp, they immediately started harvesting buckwheat.

The east and west walls of the new city are being laid with bricks, but the north side is still empty.

Because of a sudden accident at the sentry post in the north, people were transferred away. The original plan to build the barracks and the general's mansion after building the four city walls had to be delayed.

In other words, this year they gave up spring plowing in order to build the city, but in the end they only built four walls in the new city, and when winter came, everyone had to spend the winter in the camp.

Lin Tan didn't think there was anything wrong with his order. Some of them specially recorded the four seasons and the length of the solar terms in the border town. This year is hotter than the same period in previous years. The so-called cold days are nonsense.

The crops planted this year are small, but as long as the harvest is comparable to previous years, the north wall is built and everyone is called to mow grass for a few days, and hunt for a few more days in winter, and everyone will be safe!

Buckwheat is very easy to harvest. It is not as tall as sorghum, nor as thorny as soybeans. It is easier to thresh than wheat. It is almost dried in the field. After being rolled several times, the dark particles fall off.

The buckwheat grains are heavy, they will be clean when the wind blows, and it is easy to raise the field.

Surprisingly, in the first year of planting, buckwheat can produce more than 350 catties per mu of land, and the stomachs of each granary in Li Qingwen's family are full again.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Li Qingwen was still thinking about whether Jiang Cong had been thinking about that day just like him when the two broke up.

If he wanted to, wouldn't he be distracted when facing the enemy? If he didn't want to, wouldn't he not care about himself at all?

Li Qingwen pondered for a while, not knowing whether he should think about it or not, so he fell into a dark sleep from exhaustion.

In August, Zhou Fengnian was no longer busy in the new city. He took some people to dig various earth cellars outside the camp, cut grass to dry, and chopped them into cellars. Compared with an empty new city, he focused more on the future The coming winter.

Li Qingwen still cared about the affairs in the north all the time, but no officers and soldiers came back, and no news came back.

No news may mean that nothing happened, and news may not necessarily be good news. Li Qingwen wanted to know about Jiang Cong's recent situation, but he didn't want to hear what he didn't want to hear.

Li Qingwen wished he could divide himself into two halves, and choose each half, so that he wouldn't have to be in a dilemma.

After a few more days, the millet was ripe. Although there were not many people planted, everyone felt more at ease when the bags of grain went into the warehouse, and gradually the fear of the cold moon faded away.

Li Qingwen took time to squat beside his rice field. It had been several years, but the output of these rice was still pitifully low. Now they were full of grain, and they were just waiting to eat rice to improve their life, which forced him to pay more attention.

In the past, Ma Yongjiang took care of the rice for him, but this year it was almost all Jiang's sister-in-law.

Li Qingwen talked to Fang about the bet he made with Jiang Liping and Big Brother Jiang, that he might lose after half of the five-year period.

Fang Shi laughed while washing clothes beside him, "He really wanted to ask you to do something back then, so he made this bet."

"I know." Li Qingwen said: "Brother Jiang wants me to pick you up, sister-in-law, did you want to come to the border town with them from the beginning?"

"Yes, we have a lot of sisters-in-law, and the house is in order, but you, Brother Jiang, don't allow it." The loneliness and helplessness at that time is still fresh in Fang's memory, and he stroked the broken hair behind him, saying: "He knows my Temper, I know that I will not give up, and I am worried that I dare to take the child so far. The only person who can help us is you. You were young at that time, and he didn't want you to be troubled..."

In the end, before the result of the bet came out, Li Qingwen had already done what Jiang Liping wanted him to do.

Fang is a woman, after all, she is more careful than a man, counting all the things the Li family has done for them, her heart is heavy, and she feels that she will never be able to finish this love in several lifetimes.

Jiang Liping told her that they regard the Li family as blood relatives, and their descendants will follow the Li family's descendants as relatives...

This is much better.

Helping Fang's to carry water and cook food, Li Qingwen went to look at the saplings while the sky was still bright, and on the way back, he ran into his sister Li Qingyun.

Li Qingyun lives farther away from her husband's house. She has to work outside the house, and she is busy all day without touching the ground. The siblings almost walked towards each other. .

Li Qingwen looked at her red eyes, frowned and said, "Sister, are you spinning again at night?"

Now that hemp is planted in the border town, women only have their hands free, either twisting hemp rope, spinning thread, or weaving sacks.

When I went back to Yangshu Village last time, my younger brother was not as tall as myself, but now he was growing up, Li Qingyun was still not used to seeing it for a while, looked him up and down, and said: "There is no time in the day, why don't you do something at night, everyone is like this, It's not my sister alone."

Upon hearing her indifferent tone, Li Qingwen walked into the camp with his arms in his arms, "Let Zhou Yao take a look."

"Hey, it's nothing, it's nothing, our son really knows how to love someone, your sweetheart will be blessed in the future." Li Qingyun said with a smile: "I heard Qingyong's sister said today that you have a girl you like ?”

Li Qingwen first tied up Li Qingyong in his heart and beat him up, then said expressionlessly: "Sister, I want to study, just like my second brother, I don't want to disturb other girls."

Li Qingyun snorted, and when she arrived at Zhou Yao's place, she didn't say anything, and was pushed on the stool by Li Qingwen, asking Zhou Yao to look at her.

After looking at it with candlelight, Zhou Yao told Li Qingyun not to burn her eyes in the future, and prescribed a medicinal bath to smoke her eyes.

Zhou Yao was not Li Qingwen, so she scolded Li Qingyun and asked her if she wanted to be blind at a young age, and if she didn't, she had to love herself.

Not only did Li Qingwen not help her, he also followed Zhou Yao to drink, took medicine and sent Li Qingyun home, and told his brother-in-law and the Fu family verbatim what Zhou Yao said.

Li Qingwen intended to let the Fu family look at his sister, but they were frightened, so he explained a few words to his old lady in private.

The northern city wall was half smashed, and it was time to harvest the premature sorghum. People from the village ran back from the new city to start harvesting.

At this time, some people regretted planting early-maturing sorghum. This thing has thin stalks, small tassels, less sugar and less grain. If I had known that there would be no cold days this year, I should have planted whatever.

Regrets are all regrets, but no one blames Li Qingwen, after all, he also has good intentions, God's face is not so easy to guess.

The early-maturing sorghum hadn't been harvested yet, Li Qingwen loaded the grain into the warehouse for the night, his arms were almost broken, and the whole family went back to rest when it was almost dawn.

Just laying down, I heard something crackling and falling outside. I was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes, thinking about waking up and picking it up again.

At this moment, the four puppies suddenly barked violently, Li Qingwen woke up suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Father, mother, brother, sister-in-law!"

As soon as he sat up, there was a "bang bang bang" sound from the window, as if countless stones had been thrown on it. Li Qingwen shivered. He couldn't get his fourth brother up, so he quickly piled the quilt on his face.

The kang in the east room was far away from the windowsill, so Li Qingwen wasn't worried.

The next moment, the paper on the window was smashed, several stones were thrown in, Li Qingwen covered his head, his hands and arms hurt from the impact.

When he was hiding, he touched something on the kang, it was cold and hard, and Li Qingwen couldn't help but gasped.

This is not a stone, it is hail.

Li Qingfeng was also hit a few times, he was fine with the quilt covering his head, his leg was hit, he cursed several times in pain, turned over, his eyes were red and he wanted to find the culprit who disturbed his sleep.

Naturally, he couldn't avenge this revenge, and hailstorms kept coming in, and the two brothers hid in the corner with the pups in their arms.

The hailstorm lasted for a quarter of an hour, and then it rained again, and the ripe and unripe crops were smashed and ruined.