Chapter 570 (1/2)

Linglie Leng in place, smile: ”maybe your wife is wrong.”

”No!” Grandma shook her hand firmly and said: ”my wife was seven years old, but she didn't see such beautiful men and women, so their looks were immediately remembered in her heart. I can't forget to see it later. My wife won't cheat me! Some people in the village also say that there are immortals living in the bamboo forest. Around the beautiful big house in the bamboo forest, there are several circles of sunflowers planted. There are several pomegranate trees taller than me in the yard! My wife has seen it. He has never cheated me in his life! ”

Linglie stood in the sun, gazing at the mountains not far away.

There are gods on it?

He doesn't believe it.

However, the legend of the local people is a good writing subject, but he is not a writer.

”Come, give you a big pomegranate, and it will be my reward to pick it for me.”

Grandma smiled and handed over the biggest and reddest one. Linglie's mouth was full of smiles. He did not ask for reward for helping others, but before he ate it, he knew that the pomegranate must be the sweetest one he had eaten raw.

Linglie helps grandma to carry a basket of pomegranate back to the house.

Grandma pointed to two vegetable fields not far away, one planted eggplant, one planted radish, and asked, ”how do you eat dinner? I think you've been to farmhouse in big cities. Unfortunately, you've come to the wrong place. The government has played farmhouse, but it's not in our village. ”

”Ha ha, we just want to live in the countryside for two days.”

Linglie looked around. The farmer was a real family. He had a TV set. It was a small one. It was colorful, but the resolution was not very high.

Grandma looked at him and said, ”you young man, I ask you how to eat dinner!”

Linglie was stupefied for a moment, and watched grandma pointing to the vegetable field all the time. He chuckled and said, ”why don't I buy some vegetables here?”

”Good!” Grandma immediately took a basket and went out. As she walked to the vegetable field, she pointed to the well way in the yard: ”that water is for you, and the well water doesn't charge for money!”

”Good.”

”How much do you want?”

”Cough, we can have enough for dinner today and breakfast tomorrow.”

Linglie went over and watched her grandmother pick five purple eggplants and two white radishes. She handed them to him and said with a smile, ”all together Five dollars? ”

When grandma said this, maybe she was still guilty. Her eyes were full of expectation and uneasiness.

Linglie has never lived such a poor life. Even when he is in trouble, his mother Ni Xiyue will try to send the money to him and let him live happily.

All of a sudden, he felt that this trip was worth it, which made him have a deeper thinking about his parents and a deeper understanding of the current situation of life in the grass-roots countryside.

In his pocket was the change he had changed in the market for lunch. He wanted to give them a hundred, but he was afraid of being abrupt.

By the old man's eyes, he took five pieces and gave them to his grandmother: ”well, this dish is so good, you have worked hard.”

”I still have eggs! Do you want it? You pick the onions in the yard, I won't charge you! Fried eggs with scallion, my little grandson likes it best! ” Grandma was very fond of being praised for her good dishes. She rushed to the chicken coop and pulled out four eggs, which were put into linglie's big hand directly.

The egg was still warm and hot, and there was a bit of dried chicken excrement on it.

Linglie's hand has never touched such filthy things. It's a pair of pianist's hands, as well as a pair of hands that point the river and the mountains, and are wise to point the soldiers.