Yan Lang woke up the next morning and fell into deep thought because he felt a wet chill in his crotch.

It was not the first time Yan Lang had been doing this. When he first thought he was wet the bed, he secretly hid his pants and ran to the mountain to wash. After washing, the wind dries it before bringing it back. Later, Yan Lang heard from his classmates in the dormitory and realized that this was a problem that everyone had unique to boys.

But the feeling last night was very different. Yan Lang dreamed of Rong Qian who had become a rabbit sperm, and then pressed Rong Qian on the bed to look at her big steamed bun. After reading it, he pushed the person to the head of the bed. Finally, he felt a sense of comfort that was indescribable, and then he woke up.

Yan Lang was thinking about whether it was just like that, so that his wife could get pregnant with a baby?

Outside the room, there was a sound of my mother calling chickens, ducks, big geese feeding. My second sister was talking to Rong Qian, and my father got up. He was recording the sugarcane income from the second sister in the main room.

"It's still raining today. I'll ask a few people to put some water in the reservoir. It's time to get fish in a while."

As soon as Yan Quankui's voice fell, Yan Hulan asked about the commune's re-electing team leader. Yan Quankui said a few casually, and said that he would go to Liu's house for dinner in a few days, asking Yan Hulan if he had any thoughts on the wedding date.

Yan Hulan didn't say anything, she must be shy.

Rong Qian talked to Zhang Damei outside the window, and Zhang Damei asked Rong Qian to help pour the bones that Yan Lang and the others ate last night for Dahei to eat.

After listening for a while, Yan Lang lifted the quilt and jumped out of the bed, and barefoot with his legs and barefoot, he quickly pulled out a pair of clean shorts from the corner of the box placed on the cabinet at the end of the bed to change it.

It was rainy again today. It was so normal in Shu. The whole family had breakfast together. Yan Quankui put on a straw hat and criticized the straw raincoat and changed into the only pair of rain boots at home.

If you want to get fish in the reservoir, it will definitely rain during this period. From now on, you can slowly put the water in the reservoir. Yan Quankui also has to meet with other team leaders to discuss the specific day of fishing, and there are so many things to be done.

The others were free. Yan Lang bought a lot of cotton and cloth yesterday, so Zhang Damei and Yan Hulan set off to prepare for clothes, and Rong Qian was learning next to her.

Yan Lang ordered a charcoal basin and placed it among the three of them, and then made an oven for each of them to put it at his feet.

Rong Qian had never used this kind of bamboo baking stove, and Yan Lang taught her to take off her shoes and put them on them to bake.

"Mom, I'll go to my grandfather's place to send hairpins to my uncle and grandma, and I'll be back in a while."

Zhang Damei was busy, and waved it casually. Yan Hulan simply didn't look up. Instead, Rong Qian looked up at the rain outside, "Remember to put on a hat and don't get wet in the rain."

Although it is not as snowing as in their hometown, the rain is almost the same as snow water. The wind is blowing, and the air is full of water vapor to wrap around people. If there is a little gap in your body, you can drill it into it.

Yan Lang responded with a smile, and indeed rushed out without bareheading.

Because there are grandfathers and uncles who are good at bamboo weaving, Yan Lang's family is not short of bamboo products, such as bamboo couches, bamboo chairs, bamboo stools, and hats that others envied, which can be said to be everything. Yan Lang's room even had a bamboo wardrobe that the uncle and grandfather had come up with a bamboo wardrobe that was made by a grandfather. Many people were envious of it after seeing it.

Unfortunately, if you want to have bamboo at home, you have to pay a lot of processing money if you have bamboo.

Now who doesn’t lack bamboo mats on their backs now, and where can I have free money to do that, so I can only envy it.

But even if there is no shortage, if it rains, Yan Lang is impatient to wear a hat no matter how far he runs. This time, he is so close that he is actually wearing it obediently. Zhang Damei and Yan Hulan looked up at each other tacitly, and both smiled helplessly. "Rong Qian, please take care of this kid in the future."

Yan Hulan interrupted, "I don't think Rong Qian has much sensibility. When did he stay at home for so long before? I don't know where the wilderness has been."

Rong Qian's face turned red when she said the two, "Where is Yan Lang growing up by herself."

Zhang Damei laughed, "Isn't it because I've grown up? Everyone knows to be a partner. When asked if he had any girls he liked, he actually said that my sister and I were too bored and thought about something boring."

At that time, the most boring thing for Yan Lang was the girl. Now? I'm afraid Yan Lang thinks the most interesting thing is his partner.

Yan Lang took the hairpin he bought for his cousin. On rainy days, the villagers basically went out to chat with people, and women were visiting each other to do needlework, or they were busy with housework at their own homes.

When Yan Lang went up, his uncle was also at home and was repairing farm tools under the eaves. His hoe was loose and his sickle was bald, and he needed to repair it.

Grandpa is weaving a fish basket, which was ordered by a person from the next village. The bamboo is made by his own home, and it can make two or three cents after it is weaving it.

Now we can't go to the town to sell things, so Grandpa Yan Lang usually helps people make things at home, and what he says to the outside world is to help, and it's not a business deal.

The eldest uncle and grandma were talking while talking in the main hall. There were a lot of clothes on the bamboo chair between them, including winter and summer. They were finely sewn and put away, so they could continue wearing them next year.

Before Yan Lang entered the yard, he was seen by his aunt and the others. The aunt quickly stood up and shouted to Yan Lang, "Why is it coming up in the rain? Is it cold? Come in and take off your shoes and bake it."

As he said that, he gave up his place and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of honey water for Yan Lang.

The honey was bought by my aunt from a beekeeper's house and was also distributed to Yan Lang's house a large jar.

Every time Yan Lang comes, his aunt will soak it for him, saying that honey is the most nourishing person.

Yan Lang didn't like sweet food, but he still took a sip and warmed up all over. "My uncle, stop busy, I'm not a guest, sit down quickly."

After saying that, Yan Lang took out three hairpins, and grandma Yan Lang helped her stop on her hair.

When I received the hairpin from Yan Lang, my aunt screamed and looked very embarrassed, but she was born with a big voice and laughed and shouted to her mother-in-law, "Mom, look, otherwise why would we say that we Langlang is the most likable? When I was talking to your uncle, he didn't give me a wild flower. When I got old, I received such a beautiful hairpin. Oh, I want to keep it and take it out on the first day of the Lunar New Year to have a good look."

Grandma also raised her hand and carefully touched the hairpin with a smile. Yan Lang praised her for her beautiful appearance and helped her take it back and put it in her palm.

In fact, it would be like that if you want to say it looks good, it would be quite rare to have a color. If you add a black gray cloth flower on it and use some plastic beads as stamens inside it, it would be even more rare. It is considered high-end goods in department stores.

The uncle and grandpa also turned their heads and smiled outside. The uncle was so sarcastic that he took the mirrors that were broken into several pieces at home and looked at them again and again. He happily praised Yan Lang with his grandma.

Yesterday, Yan Lang bought other things, but Yan Lang didn't bring them up. He took them to his grandparents and wanted to wait for his parents to deliver them to them before they could be considered as giving away the goods from the two elderly people. Although it is different for those who have passed the game, the meaning is very different.

After giving the thing, Yan Lang saw that someone outside took the fishing net and wanted to install a net to stop fish in the river valley below the reservoir. Every year when the water in the reservoir was released, the villagers would take a fishing net opened with a triangular bamboo rack to find a drain of the right size to insert the fishing net there, and press a stone down to fix it.

If a fish that goes down the water passes by, it will be inserted into the net. The tail of the net is relatively long, and water continues to rush down, the fish that enters basically cannot run away. They can only wait for people to check it out and take it home and put it in the pot.

Yan Lang felt itchy and wanted to go with him, but thinking about Rong Qian at home, Yan Lang still felt that it was more interesting to talk to Rong Qian when he went home, so he refused the invitation from his friends and put on a straw hat and walked home on the slippery mud road.

Yan Quankui didn't come back during lunch. Rong Qian thought that she had been out for too long. Although she liked the atmosphere at the Yan family, she didn't stay too long.

Yan Lang was a little depressed because of this. He frequently looked at Zhang Damei and Yan Hulan during dinner, hoping that they would say something.

That's what a fool can tell, but it's really inappropriate to keep someone at home, which is not good for Rong Qian.

Rong Qian was always afraid that Yan Lang would ask her to move here, and she refused at that time, afraid that Yan Lang would be unhappy again.

Fortunately, Yan Lang knew all the considerations and sent Rong Qian back in the afternoon with a depressed feeling.

"If it rains tomorrow, I will pick you up."

Yan Lang finally made such a request, and Rong Qian naturally had no reason to refuse, not to mention that Rong Qian also wanted to learn how to make clothes.

Yan Lang secretly said to Rong Qian, "I have also made a few books in the city this time. You must like to read them. I hid them in the room and couldn't wait for the rain. I will take us out to the mountain to read them."

Yan Lang likes to collect some messy books, but because he was in a tight spot in the past, Yan Lang is still accustomed to hiding books tightly and not taking them out easily at home, so as not to catch anyone who comes to find Yan Quankui at home.

When Rong Qian went back, she took the wool she asked Yan Lang to buy for her, and Zhang Damei insisted that she bring some oven. With this, it would be more convenient to get the shoes wet or something to dry for heating.

Rong Qian remembered in her heart that she pretended to accidentally hear the size of Yan Lang's clothes, and was thinking about how to get a needle to knit a sweater for Yan Lang when she went back. She was not so reluctant to leave when she was separated, and she forgot to look back all the way back into the house.

Yan Lang stood there waiting for Rong Qian to look back at him, but in the end he only waited for Rong Qian's back to disappear from the door, and felt even more disappointed. Someone next to him called him.

Yan Lang thought to himself, why do so many people like to stand beside him and peek at him secretly? Yan Lang turned his head angrily and saw that it was Gong Sitian, who was chattering and talking very stupidly.

Except for Rong Qian, Yan Lang had not had a good attitude towards any lesbian outside. At this time, he was in a bad mood and immediately frowned and turned his eyes away with an impatient look, and said "Hmm" very perfunctorily, "What's the matter?"

The smile on Gong Sitian's face froze. She tried to soften her voice and walked over. The drizzle hit her, which had a unique sense of literature and art. "It's nothing, I just see Comrade Yan Lang sending Rong Zhiqing back every time. You are so nice to her."

After saying that, he played with his hands on his two braids on his chest and looked up at Yan Lang with a smile.

Yan Lang's eyes slanted and cut, "She is my future wife. Who should I do if I don't treat her?"
Chapter completed!