The work of recruiting the blacksmith Master Zhou went very smoothly. In just half a day, Master Zhou brought his family to the village. Uncle Gui was not at home, so Uncle Li took the initiative to assume the responsibility of a housekeeper and settled Master Zhou's family in a place near the river in the south of the village. There was a house there, and it would be possible to live in a little cleaned place. Of course, the pot, bowl, cup, table, chair, and benches also needed to be purchased. Uncle Li asked me to see if he would pay a few dollars and let them settle on their own. Uncle Li had a lot of things to do here, so he would do it in the future. Any newcomer would be given a certain settlement fee based on the head, which was the right to be compensated for demolition and resettlement.

I doubt what Uncle Li said to Master Zhou. Is Master Zhou's family really having a hard life for him to fall into the embrace of the Ning family so quickly? Uncle Li gave Master Zhou medicine, and he still promised the girl from the family to Master Zhou's youngest son. Anyway, I didn't figure it out, so I care about him. Since Uncle Li got things done, as for whether there will be any trouble in the future, I can't see it now. Let's take one step at a time.

The weather is no longer so hot. I felt cool when I sat under the banyan tree in the yard at noon. A large cup of mixed wild honey was placed on the coffee table. This was taken from the mountain by He Dayong. I highly appreciate this heroic behavior, but I issued a ban on everyone in the village, which was strictly prohibited from going up the mountain to dig honeycombs. This suicide behavior must be firmly stopped. If you get a hornet's nest, it is a big thing to kill people. He Dayong scratched the walnut-sized mass on his neck. This was for the beezi to thorn. He smiled and muttered: "Hoho, Dalang taste it, good things, great things. Hoho!"

Having such a honest and simple subordinate, although his mind is not so fast, the key is honesty. I heard that He Dayong lives with his blind mother and is a famous filial son in the village, which is not bad.

Yu'er returned home with sweating profusely. I was a layman in the field. I was a completely ignorant farmer. I picked up the honey water from the coffee table and gulped it and poured it into several large mouthfuls. Looking at the beads of sweat the size of soybeans on the woman's plump forehead and the slight sweat coming out of her fair neck, I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. I didn't care about the sun, so I hugged my woman in my arms.

"Oh, be dying, let go." Yu'er shyly moved away the pair of salty wet hands that were on her chest and burst on my forehead.

It doesn't hurt, but the woman is still very sensible. I pressed her on the free chair, and I rode on her. The wrong thing was to ride on the root of the banyan tree beside her, pick up the fan, gently fan the woman, sweating, and can't fan hard, and it is easy to catch a cold.

"Wife, what's going on in the field?"

“Unclear!”

"Madam, what's the situation in the field?"

The ancients were very particular. I was born with the word "Lang", and Lang and wolf are easily confused. In some cases, Lang will definitely evolve into a wolf. Moreover, the lady is not very easy to call, but it is the real thing that the lady comes.

"The harvest this year should be good. God is favoring us. It rains when it should rain and when it should dry. Every day, the rice ears in the ground are heavy, and you can harvest them in just a month. The farmer is very motivated, so the husband relaxes."

Yu'er was lying in the free-standing chair, nagging to me lazily. For a moment, I felt that Yu'er was more than 18 years old. When it comes to farming, she was similar to the aunts and aunts in the village, and she was old-fashioned.

I gently patted the dead grass leaves on Yu'er's shoulder. Yu'er was already asleep. Looking at her wife's sleep, she felt very warm. She went into the house and brought Yu'er a thin blanket to put on. This weather, be careful of catching a cold.

Just next to my wife, lying comfortably under the banyan tree, watching the dazzling sunlight gradually soften and then become fiery red. After the last trace of golden light disappeared on the hillside to the west, it was like everything in the world, and life was the same. Looking at the Yu'er beside me, if I were not from later generations, would the two of them be so at ease? Or would I have the chance to have time to lie in a fairyland valley with my beloved. No, the only possibility is to lie on a simple bed in the rental house, entangled together, and do the instinctive activities given by my ancestors.

My family, including Uncle Gui, Uncle Li, He Dayong, Sangou, and even a group of tenants in the farm, are all responsibilities on their shoulders. Not to mention wealth and wealth, at least food and clothing are necessary. After some calculations, although the situation at home has made progress, it cannot be taken lightly. Especially this honeycomb coal must be popularized in the vast wealthy class as soon as possible, with the focus on the distribution of coal mines. It is a headache. Uncle Gui Sangou doesn’t know what the situation is.

"Oh, there are mosquitoes bites!" Yu'er woke up, and it was precisely because she was bitten by mosquitoes. Looking at the bumps on the back of her hand, I couldn't help but have an idea in my heart.

"Come on, mama, let me see." He reached out and grabbed Yu'er's hand, stretched out his tongue and licked it!

"What are you doing? I'm so disgusting!"

Mosquitoes, Insects, Diptera, Mosquito family, I am actually from the liberal arts. It's not bad, and it's cultured. Lingnan is located in the tropical and subtropical areas. Mosquitoes are born, but mosquito repellent methods are limited. The main thing is to use some plants like mugwort that can produce irritating gases to repel mosquitoes. Of course, while repellent mosquitoes, it also dispels them with people. Who can withstand that smell? And it's not a daily repellent mosquito repellent. When the summer comes, the house is closed and the house is burned, and that's it.

Yu'er went to the farm to take care of the crops early in the morning. He Dayong followed me, to be precise, He Dayong took me with me. He had never visited the nearby mountains. According to the land deed, the hillsides to the west and south are ours, so all kinds of plants, organisms, and bacteria on the mountain are ours. Today, I was dressed in full swing, my body, arms, and feet were wrapped tightly in satin, and my neck was surrounded. Anyway, my appearance should be different. Looking at He Dayong's eyes, you can tell that this guy was stunned, and scratched his hair, trying to laugh but not daring to laugh, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Smile, just laugh whatever you want, you will cry later. Hum!"

He Dayong smiled, but still didn't dare to laugh. Following me, the two of them went up the mountain happily.

I am looking for a middle-aged plant, a very fragrant flower unique to the south. The flowers of this flower can be soaked in wine and then applied to the body. It not only has fragrance, but also can repel mosquitoes. Even if you are bitten by a mosquito, you can use a little to relieve itching and swelling. You have been soaked at home, and it is soaked in a large bottle and it will not fail for several years. But the problem is wine, which is easy to deal with. Repeated distillation and purification can be used.

There are more than eighteen bends of mountain roads, and there are thirty-six bends. And I am almost climbing a mountain without a road. It is better to climb a mountain than climbing a mountain. And like our ancestors, he uses all the limbs. He Dayong deserves to be well-developed and keeps supporting me along the way.

"No, Dayong, take a break, I'm so tired!" Sweat had already wet her clothes, and her head was full of specimens of various plants. He Dayong was worse than me. The weather was hot. This guy was wearing short strokes, arms and calves, and initially estimated that there were at least thirty small bags bitten by mosquitoes. This guy kept scratching.

"Salute, spit it out and it will be better."

"Puchi"

This guy, this guy, I'm petrified, this is called spitting. I waved my hand and looked at Dayong's puzzled gaze. I retching and almost vomited.

"Dalang, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Chapter completed!