How to sleep at night is always a problem.

Fang Xian went to his sister Lan's room several times and suggested that it was getting late and that it was too hungry. However, he saw several women chatting with each other very touching and without any sleepiness. He really couldn't figure out what women in the Southern Song Dynasty and the women of the Great Heavenly Dynasty had to talk about: they were not sleepy, and Fang Xian was sleepy. After all, he had fought with the water monster for a long time on this day, and he used to take a hydra. After putting Fang Meng on the sofa for a night, he went into the house to sleep first.

It was the next morning when I opened my eyes. This time I was woken up. I heard my mother outside shouting "Eat breakfast."

Fang Xian rubbed his eyes and started to chuáng, and the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

Xian’s father and mother are very visionary. They bought a double person in Fang Xian’s room. At this time, they were in the state of their wives. The problem is, it’s the morning.

Yue Ruling'er was also awakened by the noise, and she was all sleepy.

Yue snatched the quilt again as usual, and Ling'er also swears, "Sister hates it."

Of course, Fang Xian also used to be the same as a regular person.

Fang Xian sighed to the sky, "Can we say hello next time? Will I have two cups of Red Bull be able to hold on!!!"

"Go out quickly, I'll change my clothes." Yueru kept urging.

"Aren't you yu Gai Miying? What are you trying to do!!!" Fang Xian was as ferocious as usual.

"You are warm in your bed..." Yue Ru looked shy.

In love, they use themselves as electric blankets.

Xian’s mother was asking for dinner, and it was obviously unkind to do that kind of thing at the time. Fang Xian was stunned again and put on his clothes and left the house.

Wang Xiulan was tidying up the dishes. When she saw Fang Xian coming, she smiled strangely: "Son, you are so good!"

This "you know" expression made Fang Xian feel annoyed again.

At this moment, Fang Xian suddenly remembered his sister Na, and his long-cherished wish of flying together was indeed far away.

Xian's mother came over and sneered and said, "What are you using that?"

"What?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid with mom."

"Oh" I've used it, now is not the time to have children." Fang Xian had to hold on.

"What's not the time to have a child?" Wang Xiulian patted Fang Xian fiercely. Don't worry, you can raise your mothers for giving birth to them. Don't think about money or something. Parents still have some savings. While my mother is in good health now..."

"Is it not enough to have a charming guy?"

"Didn't that girl be adopted by you? Yueru told her mother yesterday."

What a adoptive one, who can adopt a little ancestor for himself when he is idle?

As we chatted, Fang hurried out of the kitchen and carried a plate of spring rolls.

Fang Xian quickly helped him and said, "My brother doesn't have to do this. Just buy some outside early. Brother Wu is old and works hard to get up early."

Fang Bin was obviously in a bad mood and said angrily: "Breakfast outside?! Nothing can be eaten!"

After talking, he returned to the kitchen angrily.

Fang Xian was puzzled, so he asked his mother that the chef who was not good at selling shade was suddenly angry at Mao: This is another story. Xian's mother got up early to buy breakfast, fried dough sticks and soy milk, Fang Man happened to get up on the sofa in the living room, so he went together. When he got there, Chef Fang felt that the heat of fried oil cakes was not good, so he had to do it himself, and then he kept complaining about the bad dough and the oil was too dirty until there was a problem with the meat filling of the buns, and there were strange things in the soy milk."... The boss of the breakfast stall had to copy the bang and stick and start working. There was no way. Chef Fang was a real expert. Looking at the modern era from the Southern Song Dynasty's dietary perspective, he would definitely not accept it for a while.

And the rear hurriedly shouted angrily and slapped the flour on the table: "Food is the most important thing for the people! There are so many cunning things in the little breakfast." Not to mention the body, is this asking the people to follow the cunning things?!"

Fang Bu thought that he would be excited and defy the boss now."

But I saw that the villagers were all starting to persuade the party to be busy.

"Brother, the whole country will be like this early, don't compete."

"Yes, you are so competitive that you can only go to a big hotel for breakfast."

"Brother, you've bought it and left quickly, there's a line behind you."

"..." Fang Meng stayed there. It turned out that he was the alien. Is eating this kind of thing human nature?

I couldn't buy breakfast anymore, so Fang's mother came back with her busy schedule.

Fang Meng thought about something along the way, but he was not desperate after coming back. The chef had a very positive outlook and was optimistic, and he was full of energy at this time.

Fang hurriedly looked up at the sky, and a smiling fu girl seemed to appear next to the clouds: "Is this the real dark food? Fang must fight against him, Master Abei! Fang's heart is still there!!!"

So Fang Meng used some of the only ingredients in the house to make a spring roll banquet!

The family sat together again, eating fragrant spring rolls, drinking light and warm spinach soup, and feeling the bright cuisine inherited by classical culture. The other party was always full of praise.

Daddy Yi ate the most: "How many years have you been" This is breakfast!"

Fang hurriedly laughed: "Mr. Fang said that as long as you live here, you will be sure to not bring you a different character for a year:"

After having breakfast, Fang Xian explained to everyone, or hemorrhages again, and the troops were divided into two groups. Fang Mai took Yue Rulinger to purchase daily necessities, slippers, toothpaste, and underwear. On the other side, Xian's mother took Fang Man to the market to purchase fish and meat. Xian's mother was very careful this time and prepared to seal Fang Man's mouth at any time. It was right to think about it. Fang Man entered the vegetable market, and he broke into the boundary of dark cuisine alone, which was very tragic.

Fang Xian rode his father's big phoenix bicycle and threw Su Mei into the basket in front of him, riding for the acres of land in his home.

His home is actually passed down by Xian’s mother. This story is a bit confusing to tell you, and it’s about to involve Mr. Xian.

Mr. Xian has two sons and two daughters, which means Fang Xian has two uncles and an aunt. The master has a crazy family, with more than four acres of land. He is really a cruel person in Fangjia Village and is considered the strongest person in the foreign surname: Mr. Xian was sent to the countryside and could marry a landlord's daughter. In the future, Mr. Xian will be separated and can still get into some land.

But the two sons of Mr. Xian, Fang Xian's two uncles, did not leave any way to survive, and spared no effort to fight for the problem of land distribution. At that time, Fang Mu was weak and had a pedantic and humble temperament, and no longer wanted to compete with others. As for Fang Xian's aunt, she was not married at that time and was very weak. As a result, Fang Xian's family only divided the old acres, and her aunt was even worse, and only 5 acres. The others naturally fell into the bags of the two uncles: Fang Xian's family's 10 acres of land is okay. On the side of the road, if you are on the side of the road, you are not good and you are easily disturbed by people passing by the road. Going to the ground to pull corn, go to the toilet and throw garbage, etc., but if you are doing business, it would be better.

Fang Xian threw Mou Zi aside and looked up at the wasteland in the museum. It was nonsense, basically just a glance. Since there was no farming for a long time, there were already weeds and crops.

Xiao Sumei jumped out of the car basket, looked around and asked, "Godfather, why are there crops in the land next to her? What's the wasteland in front of her?"

Fang Xian smiled bitterly: "The part I got was not very good, and Brother Mu had a job and didn't farm. Sister Lan couldn't farm. I went to school and didn't farm. This was how it took for a long time."

"Don't be sad, my godfather, Mei'er has strength!" Su Mei rolled up her sleeves, her little arms were so hungry: "When did you become so sensible..."

"Godfather, there is no pig picture chicken coop here, I'll go and take a walk!"

"Fuck, you're greedy, you won't change!"

After teasing for a while, Su Mei went to the wasteland to catch insects and play with it. Fang Xian lit a cigarette and began to imagine the planning and management of these lands.

This matter is a bit difficult for the other party to have fun, and it cannot be solved by just a few logical statements. It involves too much knowledge about building planning, and some very troublesome things, such as how to get in the water pipe, how to get the drainage, where to pull the wires,...

Just as I was irritated, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Yo, ume class. One by one!"

Fang Xian's body was shocked, is this a black tour group or "

This time...

It is October now, and no matter how powerful the young man is, he has changed into long clothes and long ku.

But I saw that the bald white-bearded old man in front of me was wearing a beach suit, skateboard, and using a crutch as a ski pole, and whistled.

"There are pits on the ground, be careful!" Fang Xian shouted, but it was too late.

Puchi, the old man lay down on the ground again.

"Fuck, this body is not flexible." The old man held up, put on his sunglasses, and patted the rolling yellow sand on the beach: "This is OK."... Can you come here to have a walk?!"

"Hmph, of course, as a game designer, I must have to check out some things." The old man put down his skateboard and looked at the endless fields in front of him. Although the land at Fang Xian's family and aunt's house was deserted, the uncles' family planted endless corn.

"No, not bad, such a large area is enough for me to play!" The old man had the momentum of giving guidance to the mountains and rivers.

"You misunderstood that only the wasteland belongs to my family."

"..." The old man looked at it again, frowned, "Although it's a little smaller, there will always be a squeeze."

"These wastelands are still eyes that belong to my aunt."

Angry..." The old man glared at Fang Xian ferociously, "You kid are fighting for anger. This is my first masterpiece in this plane. What should I do if it's such a big place?"

Judgment: "Yes, I have a headache, too. Fairy Sword Inn is enough, but it is still far from the scale of the Ranch Story:"

"These two games are put together to save land." The old man calculated again and said, "In this way, I will only design the area of ​​wasteland. What about you, just fight for the 5 acres of land, and it is barely enough to occupy acre."

"But"..." Fang Xian said in confusion, "The place belongs to my aunt after all." How could this make people speak."

"You have a solution." The old man stepped onto the skateboard again. "Tomorrow I will bring the work team to the construction, and I will help you get the business licenses done. See you again."

"Where is a worker?" The old man has luck in real estate."

At this time, Su Mei had already returned, and there was really nothing to play in this wasteland.

"Is it a turtle fairy?" Su Mei looked at the old man's back.

"The old man is urging me." Fang Xian clenched his fists. "Old man works so hard, we can't leave anymore! Let's go with my godfather and look for my aunt and grandma!"!
Chapter completed!