Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Fang Yan and Chen Yunyao didn't tell anyone about the old man Wen's staying in this holiday resort.

Mr. Wen hid here to avoid trouble. If they publicized this matter, it would cause trouble to Mr. Wen. Therefore, Grandma Fang told Fang Yan countless times and told him to remember and provoke him. Fang Yan kept nodding his head and dazzled his head.

As for the piece of jade, Grandma Fang found a rope and let him hang it around his neck. Fortunately, the clothes are thick now, and they are hung inside the clothes. No one will find it.

"Grandma, can I go to see Grandpa Wen again at night?" Fang Yan asked, "His uncle chef cooks deliciously!"

Grandma Fang smiled: "Could it be that our chef cooks badly?"

That... of course not...

Fang Yan wrinkled his face tangledly, not knowing what to say.

The so-called cannibalism, he usually eats so many meals cooked by uncle chef, he is really embarrassed to belittle the skill of uncle chef at this time.

but……

But Wen Grandpa’s meal is really delicious...

There was a bit of pity in Fang Yan's eyes.

Being looked at by his pitiful eyes, Grandma Fang couldn't stand it anymore: "Well, you can go wherever the inkstone wants to go. If grandma doesn't stop you, if you want to find Grandpa Wen, go to Grandpa Wen. Just remember to come back."

Fang Yan suddenly became happy again.

"Does the inkstone remember how the way back?" Grandma Fang asked, and said to herself: "Forget it, I will pick you up at that time. Or let the old man from the Wen family send you back."

Fang Yan patted his chest and promised: "It's okay, grandma, I know the way."

Grandma Fang answered, but she had already made plans in her heart.

Therefore, the lost father Wen who was staying in his other yard hadn't been disappointed long before he heard a familiar cry, and the child who had just left for a short time came and knocked on the door again.

Looking at the child who was standing at the door and smiling at him obediently, Mr. Wen's eyes widened, and he felt that all his dissatisfaction and disappointment had been fed to the dog.

"You... why are you coming so soon?" Old man Wen looked at him incredulously.

"Grandma said I could come over, so I came." Fang Yan said obediently, "Wen, grandpa, shall we go fishing?"

"If you don't go or don't go, there is no fish in that river, what is there to catch." Old man Wen waved his hand.

Fang Yan looked at him with a confused look.

Isn’t he the one fishing there today?

Mr. Wen didn't realize that he had done anything to slap himself. He thought about it happily for a long time, but he couldn't think of what children like to play with.

His grandson usually likes to play games with his mobile phone and iPad, but he doesn’t know how to play online games. Besides, if a child is allowed to play on his mobile phone and play iPad like his grandson, wouldn’t he have time to play with him Up?

Mr. Wen shook his head, and racked his brains to think about what he was playing when he was a child.

He thought and thought, but still didn't have a clue.

What age is he, and he had a hard life when he was a kid. He used to be a farmer, so he can't let the white and tender children follow him to farm the land, right?Besides, he is getting older now, and he can't handle the hoe anymore. This kind of land has been a matter of decades ago, and it has already been born.

Old man Wen couldn't think of it, so he just asked him directly: "Inkstone, what do you like to play with?"

"Me?" Fang Yan thought about it seriously, and said seriously, "I like farming!"

Old man Wen: "..."

Master Wen:???

Mr. Wen looked back at the housekeeper in disbelief. After receiving the same shock and affirmation from him, he turned his head back in surprise and asked, "Farming?!"

"Yes, Grandpa Wen, my land is good." Fang Yan raised his chest proudly: "I grow all the vegetables we eat at home!"

Master Wen:???

He couldn't help but glanced back at the housekeeper, but still got an equally shocked and sure look.

This is really weird.

Are kids so strange now?

When did children dislike playing with mobile phones and iPad, and start to like farming?

Mr. Wen couldn't laugh or cry.

There is no land to grow in this resort, but there is a large yard in his other yard, which was designed by a designer. It is very elegant, and the plants are all precious plants.But now, Mr. Wen waved his hand to let people pull out all those plants.

When the plants were all pulled out, the tools needed for farming were also sent.

Fang Yan took the lead in picking up a hoe, and ran over to reclaim the land. After hearing the old man's tongue, he looked back at the housekeeper and then took the hoe and walked over.

He hasn't done farm work for many years, and now that he does it again, he hasn't even done a good job.I saw that Fang Yanyan was dragging a hoe that was taller than him to open up a large area. Looking at his own, it was more than half smaller than Fang Yan's feet!

Mr. Wen couldn't believe it.

He couldn't even compare to a ten-year-old child, he was immediately unconvinced, and he waved his hoe and started doing it at a not slow speed.The longer he did it, the memory deep in his body was also awakened, and he worked more and more quickly.

The yard is small, and the two of them rested for a while from time to time, and when the entire yard was reclaimed, it was getting dark.

Fang Yan took out a packet of seeds from the space while digging into his little schoolbag, and ran over to plant those seeds.When he got up again, it was completely dark.

The chef had already prepared the meal, set a table, and Mr. Wen waved to him: "Inkstone, come here and eat with Grandpa."

"okay."

Fang Yan raised his hands full of mud and asked the housekeeper to wipe it clean for him, then ran over.

The dinner cooked by the chef was also delicious. Fang Yan had a round belly and talked to Mr. Wen for a long time before being picked up by Grandma Fang.

Mr. Wen was drinking tea and waved to him with a smile, until the figure was no longer visible, the housekeeper next to him leaned in.

"Master, is it too expensive to give such a valuable thing to the grandson of the Fang family..." He just saw the jade sticking out of Fang Yan's neck. It was obviously the piece given by Master Wen today.

"What's wrong?" Old man Wen smiled cheerfully: "This child Yanyan fits my eyes. It's a lot easier than the group of people in the family. It's better to give him than to those people."

"but……"

"Okay, it's just something outside of the body, you see, I gave the inkstone a piece of jade, and he gave me a piece of land. There is a relationship, and I have no loss."

The butler was helpless.

Is this place equivalent to jade?

It can be heard that the things that the old man made are not his butler can decide.

Just hope that their master will not regret it.

Mr. Wen regretted it the next morning.

He got up as usual and opened the door of the living room. He wanted to watch the scenery of the yard and drink a cup of tea. He didn't expect that when the door of the yard was opened, there was nothing left but the dark brown that was bare and bare outside. land.

His complexion became stiff, his hands hung in the air, and he drank a sip of tea or not.

Old man Wen was full of disbelief: "I yesterday... why did I agree to inkstone yesterday and turn this yard... the yard into this way?!"

The butler was speechless.

After Mr. Wen stayed for a while, the teacup in his hand was finally put back on the table slowly.

The big thing is not good.He thought in his mind.

Mr. Wen smashed his mouth, he felt that the grandson of an old friend's house was really cute.

I've only heard of the princes playing with a beacon for the Bomei people. Now he is smiling for the Bo kids, and he has hoeed his yard?