Duan Ming shook his head.

Duan Yi frowned when she saw his face flushed and she stretched out her hand, clamped Duan Ming's face, and patted her, "Did you hear it? It's a pounding sound, like playing a cowhide drum."

She said, then raised her hand again and patted her face, which also made a bang, "What's the difference?"

Duan Ming was unclear and hesitated a little, "It's no different."

"That's all. You didn't give birth to two noses and four eyes, and you didn't have as thin as a drum. My face was as thick as a bell. You are the only son of your mother, and you are not the only person in Dazhou. Don't choose yourself as the son you chose that day."

"As long as you don't take off your clothes and dance on the road, you will have time to see you. What ordinary people care about is that they only have enough food and warm clothes. If you eat, you think there is little meat, and if you wear your skin, you think it is too thin..."

"Since that's the case, what's there to worry about? A good man, hesitant and distorted!"

Duan Ming's face turned red and nodded heavily. He straightened his spine, but still couldn't help but glance around him.

But when he saw an old man carrying a load walked straight towards them. His hand shook and subconsciously wanted to hide behind Duan Yi, he heard the old man say, "Sanniang, this year's harvest is good. Our Caojia Village has some money in his hands, and we also want to open the canal like Pangjia Village..."

He said, put the burden on his head and scratched his head, "But you know, we, the masters like us, have the strength but have no brains. We can't figure out how to dig... I want to ask Sanniang if you want a capable person and tell us how to dig!"

"A few days ago, the clan leader came to the city every day, but he didn't find Sanniang, nor did he see Mr. Guan. I know that it's so good to meet me today!"

Duan Yi smiled, "I know, it's getting late today. Whoever has time tomorrow will ask him to come over early in the morning. Digging canals is a great thing, and the villagers can figure it out. Just like Pangjia Village, there is also the land reclamation..."

"My fellow villager, think about it, this year, I have made so much money. If there is more land, wouldn't I have made more money? I won't pay grain to the government for the first three years of land development. If you go back, you will talk to the patriarch."

When the old man heard this, he was immediately happy.

Like Pangjia Village, the government will send people to give advice, not only can they serve as workers. The villagers wanted to dig a few years ago, but the elders of the minority disagreed, saying that they were afraid that the village feng shui would be damaged.

This year, I saw that I couldn't finish the surplus grain in Pangjia Village, which was so relieved. The patriarch was very anxious and wanted to dig it up overnight, so as not to let those old stubborn people change their mouths again.

"It must be! Is this Sanniang's younger brother? He is so handsome and extraordinary! Then I will go back first, and tomorrow morning, I will be at the entrance of the village, waiting for the adults to come!"

Duan Yi nodded, the old man bent down, grabbed a small autumn pumpkin from his burden, and stuffed it into Duan Ming's hand, "I've sold out, there's only one left, I'll carry it on the load, swaying around, and I'll give it to your sister!"

He said, laughing, carrying the burden, and running away.

Although the pumpkin was small, it was still heavy in his hand. Duan Ming lowered his head, his eyes full of novelty. He grew up so big that he would not mention holding such a heavy object, even if he held a teacup, Gu Xing was afraid that he would be tired.

He subconsciously looked at Duan Yi, and Duan Yi shook her head, "I am a girl, don't take heavy objects."

Duan Ming hugged the pumpkin a little tightly. If he remembered correctly, the girl mentioned him just now.

Before he could look over, Doctor Qi had already raised his feet, "I'm a cripple!"

Mr. Yan looked at it and smiled and said, "I am an old man."

Duan Ming looked at Cui Zigeng, who turned cold and said, "I don't want to mention it."

After the four of them finished speaking, they walked towards the city tacitly.

Duan Ming smiled, gritted his teeth, and followed him with the pumpkin. The pumpkin was very fresh, and the melon handle was a little furry.

From the gate of this city to Gu Mansion, it was a little distance. Not far away. Duan Ming was already sweating profusely. Seeing that Duan Yi had no intention of stopping to wait for him, he gritted his teeth and hugged the pumpkin and chased him all the way.

After finally seeing the stone lion in front of the Gu family, Duan Ming was already wet with his clothes like a chicken. He gasped, his feet softened and he fell to the ground.

Duan Ming hugged the pumpkin in his arms tighter, so he closed his eyes in fear. After waiting for a while, the unexpected pain did not appear.

He opened his eyes and saw Duan Yi slid around him with a look of disgust.

He stood up straight with a shaking shaking, weakly calling out, "Three Sisters."

Duan Yi let go, took the pumpkin from his arms and held him, "Remember, you are different from ordinary men, but they are different... Instead of living like wintersweet in a vase of a warm cushion, it is better to stand in the snow."

"If you don't try, how can you know that you must not be able to do it? You are not very good. You have kept up with us and moved heavy objects, and are not exhausted."

Duan Ming's eyes were shiny. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, but the sweat beads falling into his eyes were so stimulating that they couldn't help but squint.

Duan Yi took out a handkerchief from her sleeve bag, threw it to him, and threw the pumpkin towards Cui Zigeng, "Put the sugar and boil it in water, I love it."

Cui Zi subconsciously reached out and said angrily, "Even if I am a chef, that's not your chef."

Duan Yi blinked at him, "General Cui, Master Cui, you have to bow your head under the eaves. If you ask for help, you must look like you ask for help. I have already told Mingrui that he is waiting to eat the braised pork you made!"

Cui Zi took a deeper breath, hugged the pumpkin, and followed.

Mr. Yan, who was standing beside him, laughed, "The evil people still need to be beaten by the evil people! The old saying is so good!"

When Doctor Qi heard this, he hurriedly walked to Duan Yi and looked at him vigilantly, "You are evil, I am a student, but I am very virtuous. People in Jincheng praise each other, how could they be a squash in vain!"

Duan Ming wiped his sweat and listened to the person in front of him making a fuss, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Brother Zi Geng, can I eat sugar-oiled poop? Once, I saw someone eating on the road, which was fragrant and glutinous. But my mother felt that it wasn't that what she made at home was too dirty and could not melt..."

Seeing Cui Zi's face getting more serious, Duan Min blushed and hurriedly added, "I can help...I...I can also paint a portrait of you!"

Cui Zi glanced at him even more, "Your thin arm is just yours. I'm afraid it will be kneaded and stick to the glutinous rice. I can't put it in the pot. You don't need you. Feed a pig left and right, and feed it to both ends!"

Duan Ming suddenly felt excited and looked at Duan Yi excitedly, "Sister!"

Duan Yi was speechless. How could anyone be called a pig these days? She was so happy that she couldn't stop talking about it!
Chapter completed!