The next morning.

He took a plane to the southwest.

After a few hours of transfer, he finally came to the small mountain village that had been inserted before.

Unexpectedly, two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the green seedlings that were inserted at the beginning are about to grow into a piece of gold.

And the last few days of precipitation, you can harvest.

If you harvest now, it will cause some grains to be not full enough, and it may reduce production by one-tenth or even more.

Although the last few days, nothing needs to be done, but it is very important.

And the motorcycle that took him from the town to the small mountain village, just the last time.

This surprised the sky.

The fate.

I had to sigh.

Get off at the head of the village, and the villagers saw Yan Qingyang, and they were curious to look at it.Then, some villagers were surprised, as if they recognized it, and remembered the blue sky.

After all, two months ago, Yan Qingyang lived in this small mountain village for eight days and helped many villagers to insert...

“The blue sky?”

A villager stood up from the tree and shouted.

“Uncle Chen, I don’t think you remember me.”Yan Qingkang strode up, looked at the villagers in their 40s and 50s, and said, “I haven’t seen you in two months, how’s Uncle Chen’s waist?”Still not in pain?”

“The same way.”Uncle Chen laughed.

At this time, Yan Qinghe took out a few packs of good cigarettes from the backpack and sent them down.

Except for children, both men and women.

In the past few days, he has seen some aunts secretly smoking...

Yan Qingyang once saw from the news, someone because there was no smoke, actually jumped to suicide after returning home...

At that time, the sky was shocked and couldn’t believe it.

But it is true.

When the cigarette was finished and talked for a few words, Yan Qingyang went to the old man's house.

The old man's house, in a hill in the village, a few brick houses, although very simple, but clean up quite clean.

In front of the house is a large yard, with a creek in front and a vegetable field on the left.

And behind the house, there is a large bamboo forest.

“The twilight.”

When Yan Qinghe crossed the creek and walked into the big yard, the dog barked under the roof.He smiled and went up to the white-haired dog under the roof that was chained: "Awe, you don't recognize me?"

This white-haired big dog, the old man came to see the house, the name is Awe.

At this time, the white dog looked at Yan Qingyang, immediately recognized it, and then some excitement shouted.And Yan Qingyang went up to squat, touched the head of the white dog, and said, “Where is Master Feng?”Not at home?”

The white dog barked twice behind the house.

The old man surnamed Feng, although he is more than 70 years old, his body is still very strong, he can plant the field, self-sufficient...

Yan Qingkang patted the white dog, went around the yard to the left of the road, through the brick house, saw the old man under a bamboo forest.

He just put down the basket he was spinning in his hand, and seemed to want to go to the house to see how Awe suddenly barked.

“The blue sky?”

When the old man saw Yan Qingqing, some could not believe it, and could not help but reach out and rub his eyes.

“I’m here again, aren’t you?”He walked up and looked at the man's spirit, and his heart was slightly relieved.

"Welcome, why aren't you welcome, I can't believe it."The old man was happy, even busy Yan Qinghe did not eat, if not stopped, has already fallen down the rice pot.

At this time, the old man did not continue to textile basket, but returned to the house to pour water to drink.

After a while, the two were no longer polite, after all, they were already familiar, sitting under the roof smoking a cigarette, and then Yan Qingkong suddenly wanted to take out a backpack and pull out a bag of things: "Lord, this is for you, it is my little intention."

The old man saw the continuous push, and finally was happy to take it.

This is a little supplement for the elderly.

“How long will it take more days for the rice to be harvested?”In the house, Yan Qinghe asked casually, and then went to the front of the yard and looked at a rice field about golden.

The old man also came out and looked at him and said, "There are still a few days, if the sun is big, maybe five or six days."

"This year's harvest should be possible."Look at a piece of gold, it should feel good.

“It’s okay.”

The old man smiled lightly, "It's like that, it's not better, it's not good, it's not bad."

Indeed, planting a lifetime of land, harvest time is good and bad, unless you encounter serious problems such as natural disasters, otherwise the harvest will not be much different.

Even if it's better, it's not much better.

Therefore, the old man is very calm, and he will not be sad all day because the harvest is worse.

Soon after, the old man returned to the bamboo forest behind the house and continued to textile baskets.

And Yan Qingyang followed the past, observed for a while followed by the old man to learn, after several attempts, it was very hands-on.

Moreover, in the near future, the baskets of the textile were stronger and more beautiful than the old man.

The old man saw the amazement, and doubted whether Yan Qingyang was the first time, or better than his decades of craftsmanship?

An hour later, Yan Qingyang had already made a basket, half as fast as the old man.

“Sir, are these baskets used for the valley?”The blue sky asked.

"Well, the basket was broken, and I had to weave a few knitting in front of the valley."The old man packed up and took a knitting burden of Yan Qingqing, and there were already four new baskets.

Then they took the new basket and went back to the garden.

The old man returned to the house and took out a bundle of ropes and put a fum on the new basket.

"You may have to squeeze a room with my old man this time."Soon after, the old man was a little embarrassed, before he saw Yan Qinghua was very happy and suddenly forgot.

The sound of the words was somewhat surprised.

The old man's brick house was small, and there were four rooms left except for the hall, the kitchen, and a room in the valley.

Moreover, the rooms of these brick houses are not small.

This is a large brick house with seven rooms.

"Some time ago, there was a TV station that was going to use my house, as if to make a scene."The old man explained, probably saying something.

Although it is not very clear, but Yan Qingqian basically understands.

The TV station needs to use the old man's remaining rooms, courtyards, vegetable fields, etc., to shoot what variety shows.In addition to 10,000 pieces, the star of the program will also help the elderly to harvest rice.

The old man did not want to say anything.

After all, it is good for him.

"It doesn't matter."

The twilight laughed.

The old man's room, Yan Qingyang, has advanced once, except for the big, it is still very clean, and there is no smell.

But at this time, the sky was a little surprised.

Have you met the show again?

Four days with four shows?

This luck...

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