"Well, our family will work hard, and we will live better than the old house!" Feng Baitao said confidently.

"Niang, An'an is going to be the number one scholar in the future, more powerful than Er Tang uncle!" Feng Ankang raised a thin face, dark eyes firmly said.

Feng Baitao didn't expect that his cheap son would say such words. He was a little surprised for a moment.

"Well, An'an is promising. According to my aunt, you will be more promising than Feng Jianlin in the future. What does he have? After so many tests, I'm not even a kid. What's the big deal? "

"Apricot, don't talk nonsense. Your second cousin, he didn't pass the exam... "

Feng Baitao sneers in his heart. In fact, Feng Jianlin knows that he has no talent for reading. But if he doesn't continue to read, how can he always win the favor of his grandparents?

All the good things at home are close to him. If he doesn't continue to study, what else can he do? So make up the reasons again and again.

The first time I failed in the exam was because I was young and not well prepared. The second time I happened to be ill.

However, Feng Baitao was very happy to see that his son had such ambition at a young age. "Well, Mother Ann is the most promising. In the future, it will certainly make Niang Feng beautiful. "

Feng Ankang nodded hard.

"Mom and Dad, before it's dark, xing'er will stay at home and help me see An'an. I'll go up the mountain with you and Jianmu to cut down the books and build two huts, or we won't be able to squeeze a family."

Feng Baitao and his son live in a thatched cottage. There is only a small yard, a stove and a very simple hut.

This hut was temporarily built five years ago. Over the years, it was built with the help of the original owner Feng Baitao and Feng Shugen.

This wall needs to be filled with clay bricks, glutinous rice slurry and grass and Platycodon grandiflorum. It is impossible to build it temporarily. The clay bricks have not been pressed and dried well, so we have to cut some wood on the mountain to build two wooden houses for emergency.

Feng Baitao's mother and son live at the entrance of the village, and they don't belong to any village, so it doesn't matter even if they are built around their own home.

But everyone has hatred for the rich.

Now they have nothing in the Feng family. Naturally, no one says that if they have money to build a house, they must buy land from Lizheng to build a house deed. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome to be designed.

Feng Baitao has always been very considerate in his work, and all these have been considered.

"Niang, ANN can also go up the mountain with you. ANN can pick wild vegetables."

Feng Ankang holds on to Feng Baitao's coat tightly. The child just nearly lost his mother, so he sticks to Feng Baitao very tightly.

"Yes, sister, I can take ANN with me. Let me go with Ann." Feng Baixing also vowed that Feng Shugen and Zhou were looking at Feng Baitao instead.

As if all of a sudden, the master of this family is Feng Baitao. Feng Baitao knew that Feng Shugen and Zhou were not people with ideas. After thinking about it, he agreed.

"Well, let's go up the mountain together."

The family went up the mountain in high spirits. "Peach, I'll dig there with your mother first." Tianshui village is not a rich village. Most of the villages are Adobe houses.

If the home conditions are better, the bricks will be burned, so that the rammed wall will be stronger, and the soil for squeezing the bricks is dug in the back mountain.

"Well, you go over."

Feng Baitao turned to Feng Baixing and Feng Jianmu and said, "you two, follow me closely. Xing'er, take An'an and don't run around."

"Elder sister, you can rest assured that Jianmu and I grew up here since childhood. We are as familiar as our own backyard." Feng white apricot slightly black face, red, refreshing said.

"Yes, but be careful. Let's go and find some wild vegetables. When our parents dig up the soil, we'll cut down trees together. "

The two brothers and sisters nodded obediently. Feng Baitao gave his son to his younger sister. He was very relieved and walked boldly in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"What's that?"

It's the wild chestnut tree! There are several more!

These chestnut trees are not far from Tianshui village, but the open chestnuts are hanging on the trees. There are scattered chestnuts on the ground. Feng Baitao speculates that people here may not know that they are edible.

"Sister? What is a chestnut Feng Baixing holds Feng Ankang in one hand and Feng Jianmu in the other. Feng Jianmu is ten years old and thinks he is a man. But because he is thin and small, he is not as tall as Feng Baixing.