Zhang Lang took his son and his younger sister to play in Jinsheling for a day before returning to Xilong Villa in the evening.

"Dad! Will we go to Jinsheling to play tomorrow?" My son Zhang Qi had not had enough fun yet. Before going to bed at night, Niannian still thought about continuing to go to Jinsheling to play tomorrow.

"Will you take you to the mountains to harvest rice tomorrow? You can play with the son of the old flower!" Zhang Lang touched his son's head.

"Okay! OK! Presbyopia must miss me! I will bring delicious food to presbyopia and presbyopia's children tomorrow!" The child was not sure and his attention was quickly diverted. When Zhang Lang said that he would go to Shanshen Valley to find presbyopia to play, Zhang Qi immediately threw the excavator behind his mind.

The rice fields next to the swamp of Shanshen Valley were occupied by a group of tits. Zhang Lang snatched back ten acres of rice fields from the mouth of the tits two years ago to plant mountain god rice.

The rice fields there were originally spiritual fields built by mountain gods. Although the spirit gathering array in the spiritual fields was destroyed by time, the tits that had lived in the rice fields for unknown periods left valuable wealth to the rice fields.

Their feces, after a long period of fermentation, allowed the fat and oily rice fields to be preserved well.

When he reached Zhang Lang and Tang Feifei's realm, eating ordinary food could no longer satisfy his body's consumption. Zhang Lang occupied the rice fields and tried to plant the real Linggu Mountain Divine Rice here.

For these mountain god rice, Zhang Lang tried his best to build a land temple in the rice fields, which exuded divine power at all times to drive away the tits. The land here was also combed over and over by Zhang Lang with incense.

Zhang Lang had never seen what Linggu looked like, but after more than two years of exploration and the incense urging at any cost, the rice in the rice fields of Shanshen Valley has changed a lot. The mountain god rice grown in Xilong Mountain Villa is one and a half the size of ordinary Northeast rice, and the rice grown by Zhang Lang is twice as big as the rice in Xilong Mountain Villa.

The spiritual energy content is several times more than the rice in Xilong Villa.

"Is the mountain god rice ripe? Do I need to help?" Tang Feifei heard the conversation between Zhang Lang and his son and asked casually.

"Okay! We haven't taken our son to play with each other for a long time! You have a day off tomorrow. Let's take our son to Shanshen Valley to harvest rice and accompany our son to have fun for a day!" Zhang Lang said with a smile.

Tang Feifei is the director of Fude Hospital in Taoyuan Town. After more than a year and nearly two years of development, Fude Hospital has become a name around Lingyun City. Many people travel thousands of miles to Taoyuan Town to find Tang Feifei for treatment. Tang Feifei is now much busier than Zhang Lang.

Even Zhang Qi didn't rest at home for a few days, and went to the hospital to work after the full month. Zhang Qi was basically led by Zhang Lang.

"Yeah! I'll make a call and arrange it!" Tang Feifei nodded gently.

"Okay! That's great! I'll go and tell my aunt that tomorrow, my dad and mom will accompany us to Shan Shen Valley to play!" Zhang Qi happily came out of the quilt and jumped on the kang, wanting to get off the kang to find her younger sister.

Although Zhang Qi is usually very sensible and independent, he is just a one-year-old child after all, and he still hopes that his parents can have more time to play with him.

"Okay! Lying down quickly, don't catch a cold! It's not too late to go and tell my aunt tomorrow!" Zhang Lang hurriedly held his son down and stuffed it into the quilt.

"Be good to Qiqi! Go to bed quickly, my mother will definitely take more time to accompany you in the future, okay?" Tang Feifei touched her son's hair and kissed her on the face.

"Well! I'm very well-behaved. I'll go to bed now. My mother will play with me often in the future!" Zhang Qi nodded vigorously and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry! Husband, I've been busy with the hospital in the past two years and I've ignored you and my son!" Tang Feifei apologized to grab Zhang Lang's hand.

"Silly, do we still have to say these things? You don't stay at home every day? That is, you go to work during the day. Isn't this a normal thing at ordinary people's homes?" Zhang Lang reached out and rubbed Tang Feifei's hair.

"But, my son is so old, you are all with you!"

"If you feel that you owe me, you can compensate me well later!" Zhang Lang looked at Tang Feifei's sexy lips with a smile.

"There is nothing else in your mind except this!" The old couple was already there. Tang Feifei naturally understood what Zhang Lang was referring to, and spitted with a red face.

The night was full of love, and the next morning, after breakfast, under Zhang Qi's urging, Zhang Lang and Tang Feifei took their son and younger sister to set off for Shanshen Valley.

The forests in autumn are the most beautiful and colorful seasons. Red wild fruits hang on the branches, green leaves sway gently, and the golden wild flowers on the hillside bloom with their last charm.

In the past, Zhang Lang liked the most in autumn because there were too many foods to eat in the forests in autumn.

All kinds of ripe wild fruits are filled with charming fragrance.

Pork pheasants, hares, and roe deer are all the most plump times. When roasting them on fire, they will smell oil and add some salt and taste so fragrant.

The son rode on gold and the younger sister rode on big flowers. The group of four people was very fast, and they arrived at Shan Shen Valley in an hour.

"Pretty Flower! Pretty Flower! I'm here to see you! Do you miss me?" Zhang Qi rode on Jinzi and shouted loudly.

"Aowoo!"

The howling of presbyterians came from the distance.

Soon, the presbyopia came over with a half-large tiger.

This is the third child of Papa.

It has become difficult for presbyterians to reproduce as spiritual beasts. Only one of them has been born in more than three years.

Speaking of this little tiger, it is still a seed of big flowers, and it is a semi-spirited beast from birth.

After all, other tigers are no longer worthy of being a presbyterian of spirit beasts. I am poor, Xiaohua, the tiger, who is over four years old, is still alone.

There are about seven or eight tigers in the entire Xilong Mountains, but they are not even looking down on any of them.

Just like presbyopia, it is not a spirit beast that cannot be worthy of it.

In fact, it is not just a matter of not being worthy. When ordinary tigers see the little flowers and presbyopia, they are all trembling, so they are not hard, let alone breeding.

Let Tang Feifei look at her son and younger sister, and Zhang Lang took the sickle to the rice field to harvest rice.

There are thousands of acres of rice fields next to the swamp, and Zhang Lang only occupied ten acres of land. The rice fields on these ten acres of land and the rice in the rice fields next to it are completely different.

From a distance, they all look golden, but when you get closer, you will find that the rice from the ten acres of rice fields planted by Zhang Lang can be said to stand out in the thousands of acres of rice fields. They are also golden, and Zhang Lang's rice is shiny yellow.

It shines in the sun, and the rice ears are much larger than the rice ears in the rice fields next to it.

After all, one is born and raised by Zhang Lang, and the other is carefully cultivated by him. It is definitely different.
Chapter completed!