The two were happily chatting about the house. After a while, the other two people who came to fight last night also came to the door with some care to express their gratitude. The yard was lively and Qiao Qiao felt very bored and went back to her room.

Since this little episode, the villagers seem to be no longer afraid of the Qiao family. When they see Qiao Qiao, they no longer take a detour like they encounter a plague. Qiao Qiao is mostly at home every day, and sits next to the mound not far from the yard for a while without any trouble.

Haozi from Lin Chaotou's family would come to find Qiao Qiao from time to time, but after a while, he actually got stuck.

"Sister Qiao Qiao, wuwu..." Haozi ran to find Qiao Qiao while crying. She was thin and small, with a dirty face.

"What's wrong? Is it being scolded by your father again? Stay away and don't rub me." Qiao Qiao saw that boy wanted to rush over to ask for comfort, but he thought it was so beautiful. He still left a lot of cleanliness obsessed with in his previous life. How could you succeed?

"Sister, you can tell fortunes? It's really my father's advice, wuwu..." Haozi wiped his tears with his hand, stood three steps away, really dared not get close. He only said Qiao Qiao from now.

"Sister can't tell fortunes, but it's still accurate to calculate your fortunes. Go to the house and wash your face, and then come out to speak."

Haozi was very obedient and ran in and out happily, washing all the snot and tears on his face before telling him what he was being scolded this time.

It turned out that during this period, the rice was harvested and dried. Seeing that pile of grain, Haozi was so greedy that he clamored to eat big white rice three meals a day. His father said, "Don't look at some millet, but after paying the field tax, there is not much left. It would be nice to eat one meal of porridge and two meals of mixed grains and vegetables a day. He also wanted to eat big white rice every day, which would make you so beautiful."

The miscellaneous grains here are usually potatoes. They can be eaten from time to time. It is really hard to swallow every day. There are no stars in the oil in the vegetables. How can a child not be hungry for rice?

Listening to Haozi's cry, Qiao Qiao thought that his life was pretty good, and he would eat porridge, rice, steamed buns and vegetables in turn, and there would be no shortage of meat. Apart from the festivals, it depends on the weather.

"My father said that those millets need to be handed over. Sister, we grow them all by our family. Why do we have to pay taxes? Why? Wooh..." Lin Haozi cried again. No wonder he was so thin, he couldn't eat well, and he had to work.

"Well, if you plant other people's land, you will naturally have to pay a certain tax. Otherwise, why would others plant the land for you? Right?" Qiao Qiao had to tell him in an easy-to-understand way.

"Stop crying. When I come to my house, there is no rice, but I still have sugar, so I'll give you two."

When Xiao Haozi heard the candy, he burst into laughter, with two lines of tears hanging in his smile, Qiao Qiao felt sad.

Suddenly, the idea of ​​planting hybrid rice on the field that day came up again. Whether it would work or not, you have to try it. If it works, you can have enough food.

Qiao Qiao looked at Haozi who was eating candy and asked, "Have you finished the millet in the field?"

"Oh, yes, it's time to do it."

"Then there is no other place to be made of millet?"

Haozi thought about it, and thought of something, and said happily, "There is a place on the other side of the mountain, cross the mountain behind, and then go down the mountain, at the foot of the mountain."

This was what Haozi saw when he went to pick poisonous mushrooms.
Chapter completed!