Chapter 51 A Different Style of Painting

It's fleshy and soft. Huo Jinzhi didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of breaking the fat girl's bones, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart. , Anyway, I don't hate Tang Xiaopang as much as before.

"Aijun, are you going up the mountain to open up wasteland?"

A man came down the mountain with a large bundle of firewood on his back. He was very surprised when he saw Tang Aijun carrying a hoe. The Tang family had the most private plots in the village, so how could they still open up wasteland?

Seeing Huo Jinzhi and Tang Xiaonan who were following behind, holding hands affectionately, the man was even more surprised.

The sudden style of painting made him a little unable to adapt. When did the children of the Tang family and the children of the Huo family get along so well?

When did I see them fighting before, it was Tang Aijun, Tang Aihua or Tang Aiguo, or the three brothers went together, the fat girl shouted and cheered, and the Huo family's children were beaten every time they were bruised and bruised. It's sinful enough.

Tang Aijun called out to Uncle Qitang.

"Hello, Uncle Qitang." Tang Xiaonan called after him.

The man smiled and touched Tang Xiaonan's head, looking at Huo Jinzhi with intriguing eyes.

"This man is so stupid that he doesn't even know how to plant land. I'll teach him." Tang Aijun said sharply.

Huo Jinzhi's heart was blocked, but he didn't say a word.

The man couldn't help laughing. Half the eldest wanted to teach people how to farm, but he didn't say anything. The children were playing around, but he, an adult, was too lazy to get involved. After chatting a few words, the man carried the firewood and went down the mountain. .

However, he had to instruct the children in the family not to embarrass the Huo family's children in the future, lest they offend the three overlords of the Tang family.

Tang Aijun stopped on a flat hillside. This hillside is relatively gentle and large in size. One side is against the sun, and the other side is against the mountain.

"That's it, take a good look."

Tang Aijun spat a few mouthfuls on his hand and hoeed a few times. He was so strong that every time he went down, he turned up a large piece of soil.

"Growing potatoes and sweet potatoes in this field will cover you enough to eat for a year. The bamboo whip was used in the previous field to grow corn and sorghum, and you won't be starved to death!"

Tang Aijun threw his hoe with a proud face.

If it wasn't for his sister's sake, he would be too lazy to teach.

Although Huo Jinzhi is not good at farming, he has been planting the land for several years. When he saw the soil Tang Aijun dug up, he knew that the land was indeed fertile, and he was grateful to Tang Aijun.

"thanks."

After hesitating, Huo Jinzhi thanked him.

Tang Aijun was stunned, a little dumbfounded, but he quickly waved his hand generously and said, "You're welcome!"

He is also awkward. Every time he fights with Huo, or is on the way to fight, it is the first time that he speaks so politely, which feels strange.

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing. The mountain wind blew past, and a few birds flew past. The two of them stood dumbfounded, and no one said a word.

"Third brother, what will others say about growing potatoes here?" Tang Xiaonan broke the silence.

Although the wasteland can be reclaimed at will, it is only limited to the villagers of Mopan Mountain. Huo Jinzhi is an outsider, I am afraid that there will be some trouble at that time.

Tang Aijun widened his eyes, "Who dares to say, I will beat him to death!"

The wasteland he opened up, the King of Heaven did not dare to say, hum!

Tang Xiaonan was relieved now, and smiled sweetly at Huo Jinzhi, "My third brother is amazing, Brother Huo, you can plant whatever you want."

Tang Aijun straightened his back and said in a gruff voice, "Just plant, see which bastard dares to say, I will smash his door!"