Saturday, the twenty-sixth.

The weather is not very good today, with showers.

Zhang Yanming was fine when he came out to run in the morning. After breakfast, the weather became cloudy and the wind became colder. Several big dogs were the happiest and they were having fun in the yard.

The four little guys at home sat on the stool and looked at the sky above the patio, and were a little unhappy.

In fact, the two little girls were unhappy. The two younger brothers pretended to be unhappy in order to express their enemies. They also learned to sigh.

Zhang Yanming promised them yesterday that he would take them to the farm to play today, but according to the weather, Zhang Yanming was a little hesitant. The child is not like an adult, he is prone to colds and cannot go out to play if it rains, so it doesn’t matter if he goes there.

Today, the first batch of tens of thousands of acres of land that were plowed out has been prepared in order. It is necessary to sow seeds. A ceremony was held there to celebrate, which was considered auspicious. Zhang Yanming was going to take two treasures to see.

As a result, there was rain.

He missed the weather forecast a little more than ten years later. At that time, it was still a bit accurate. Unlike now, the forecast was reported at will and the weather came at will, and there was no tacit understanding between each other.

"Why does it rain? It's leaking? Can't it be repaired?" Zhang Xiaoyue was full of resentment.

"Someone in the sky beats the child and cries." Zhang Xiaohuan's angle is quite magical.

"What about snow?" Tang Doudou was attracted by Zhang Xiaohuan's theory.

"That's right, I'm lazy in winter and don't like taking a bath. Then, how can I not scratch it? Just scratch my hair, scratch my hair, and the old man's scalp is gone. The snowflakes fall all over the ground."

"No, Zhang Xiaohuan, who told you this?" Zhang Yanming's scalp itched when he heard it, turned his head and asked.

"My master, he didn't tell you?"

Zhang Yanming stopped talking and couldn't afford to offend him. He said that this story does have the style of an old man. Although he had never heard of this, the three similar brothers Zhang Yanming had experienced it when they were young.

Dad Zhang can always tell poetic and picturesque things into scattered stories, so that you will never be interested in them again.

"Dad, do you still have to farm today?"

"To plant."

"Then, do you wear a raincoat? Or, hold an umbrella?"

"Not all, they are machines, people are in the car."

"Then let's go and have a look? We are also sitting in the car and watching honestly."

"Grandpa said he wanted to farm in the back." Zhang Xiaohuan raised his hand and spoke.

"Master? Which one do you mean?"

"In the back, in the yard, my grandfather said that he would plant some green onions under the fruit tree, which were tender and delicious."

The hotel garden lake behind is not too much designed, just flowers, plants and fruit trees.

He ignored him in the fruit trees and laid a road. Mr. Zhang was interested in that place. It was indeed some empty places, so it would probably grow even if it was planted in some green onions. There were no big things there.

It is also suitable for green onions and cabbage. This kind of pickled vegetables that do not need to grow too much or need much light.

When Zhang's father used to work in the factory, he looked for places to grow something. He had a pot of garlic sprouts, green onions, cabbage, ginger, leeks, and Zhang Yanming also worked with him.

The two little babies' big eyes began to turn.

Zhang Yanming braked them in time: "It's definitely not possible today, so why not go to the farm and sit in the car and watch it. You have to dig the ground and plant it yourself in the back. Isn't it completely wet? If you have a cold, you need an injection."

"But it didn't fall?" Zhang Xiaoyue stretched out her hand and picked it up in the air, but there was nothing. It was not falling, but it was cloudy. The weather forecast said it was raining.

"Showers are like gusts and gusts, which is called showers." Tang Doudou gave Zhang Xiaoyue science popularization.

Sun Hongye came out of the room with Zhang Xiaoyi in her arms and yawning. Zhang Xiaoyi was a little happy to see her brother and sister, and held her hands to ask for her sister.

"Can you still go?"

"This is not a contradiction. If you don't go... do you feel that it can be done? This is starting to feel wronged."

"It should be fine." Sun Hongye looked at the sky. This was just staring at the eyes and talking lies, and he didn't have to take responsibility anyway.

"It's okay to get off, and I can't get wet in the car." Zhang Yanming glanced at Sun Hongye: "I just wanted to go there. If I don't go to the field, wouldn't it be in vain?"

"You can have a good view, and you can go to the ground to plant it yourself before it rains? You just take a look and run a few laps in the field. If you ask me, you might as well take them to build a piece of land in the fruit forest behind, plant some green onions, cabbage and lettuce."

"Huh? Who are you and my dad confused whom?"

"Hehe, I said I wanted to eat it, but my dad said he went to plant it. I always felt that it didn't taste that way when I bought it. Besides, I couldn't buy that kind of small chopped green onions, and the kind of sauce was the taste."

"You must have never washed vegetables. One spring onion and one first leek, which is deeply hated."

"Isn't this a division of labor with you? You are responsible for picking, I am responsible for eating, and I am responsible for perfect cooperation."

"Mom is so lazy." Zhang Xiaoyue commented on the side, and was rubbed by Sun Hongye for a few times.

"Damn girl, don't you know if you are holding the child?" Sun Jiamin happened to come out, cursed and reached out to hug Zhang Xiaoyi.

Zhang Xiaoyi was a little unhappy when he saw that his mother and sisters were having a fuss. He kicked a few times and was strongly suppressed by his grandmother. How can the child who can't leave have the right?

"She said I was lazy." Sun Hongye complained.

"That's a pertinent comment to you." Sun Jiamin teased his grandson with a smile, and said without any mercy.

"Uncle Second, why don't we go and plant onions later?" Tang Doudou gave Zhang Yanming an idea.

"That? Let's keep it for your grandfather. I dare not argue with him. You can help grandfather grow a kind. Let's go, change clothes, bring bags, let's go and go to the farm.

Let me first say that if it rains, you can’t get off the bus and be obedient.”

"Okay, we are all good kids." Zhang Yanming felt a little cold when he heard this.

"Bring them a little raincoat and a little rain boot, this little rain is fine." Sun Jiamin looked up at the sky: "It's Mao Langyu."

"Then I'll go too." Sun Hongye pulled the corner of Zhang Yanming's clothes.

"Go," Zhang Yanming was amused and crying: "It was you who said you couldn't go yesterday. Why did you do it like I abused you?"

"Let's go, change your clothes." Sun Hongye glared at Zhang Yanming and took the two little girls to change clothes and get raincoats and rain boots. Zhang Xiaohuan and Zhang Xiaole followed behind to join in the fun.

They were still a little smaller, and Zhang's mother didn't let Zhang Yanming take them out.

As expected, Zhang's father is a spoiled daughter-in-law. He is really going to grow onions, lettuce and cabbage in the back garden. He comes to the warehouse to clean up the shovels, pickaxes, tools, rulers, and boots.

"Dad, do you really want to plant it?"

"If you want to eat Xiaohongye, just plant some, it's not tiring. Your mother wants to eat it too."

"Can you use me to help?"

"No. Just a little bit of green onion and cabbage, and you don't need to worry about sprinkling the seeds in the fields. What are you going to do?"

"It's that simple?"

"Well, what's the difficulty? Eat and pull it right away. When pulling it, you are more tired than when planting it, and you have to bend down."

"Can't that grow too dense?"

"It is necessary to grow densely. If you eat green onions, you will grow up if they are too sparse. Those sold on the market are those left in the green onions. They will not grow up even if they don't grow up."

“Are there any seeds?”

"Yes, Photon's father brought it to him, and he also planted some in the yard."

Photon's father turned the land in his yard into a vegetable field, and he didn't plant any flowers and plants, so he would not waste it.

It would be enough for Zhang Yongguang to see his father happy, but he would grow green anyway. In the past, the old man farmed was an instinct.
Chapter completed!