Chapter 67： pearl

  Chapter 67 Pearl

An inexplicable man, who messed with him? But seeing his eyes full of anger, he nodded in embarrassment.

Watching the two of them take off their shoes and socks and roll up their trousers, Yang Lan'er had a flash in his head and realized why he was so angry just now.

patted his forehead, hopelessly stupid, this is ancient conservative thinking, men and women must pay attention to it, and don't repeat this mistake next time.

"Wow! Ma'am, this mussel is so big, I've never seen one that is so big!" Xiaowen said happily, holding a huge mussel in both hands.

"Hurry up, throw it up to me."

Yang Lan'er was overjoyed, and was gearing up for a big fight.

Took the giant clam, took a knife in his hand, found the incision and prepared to pry it open, took a deep breath, and decided that the historical moment had come.

Tan Anjun looked at her suspiciously, and threw the mussels he was looking for onto the bank. The mussels in this pool are so big and plentiful that they can be easily touched, but they want to choose huge ones.

It should be because in this deep mountain, there are few people.

"Wow! Tan Anjun, Xiaowen, haha..."

Looking up at them, he took a finger-sized pearl and showed it off: "Pearl! We're getting rich!"

After finishing speaking, she buried her head in picking the pearls, giggling from time to time.

Wang Xiaowen's eyes lit up, and he groped in the mud more diligently. Madam likes pearls, so he wanted to pick up more mussels for her.

Tan Anjun raised his brows, his little wife called his name, and it was quite charming to say it from her mouth. It's just that I didn't expect my little wife to be such a money fanatic. (Ouch! Your focus is always different!)

It seems that he has tens of thousands of taels of silver bills on him, and he was so busy that he forgot to hand them over to her when he came back. Or to make her happy at night, he glanced at his little wife who was busy picking pearls, with a smile in his eyes.

Not long after, a pile of mussels piled up on the ground. The two men, Tan Anjun, walked around the pool and moved to another pool. As for the center of the pool, the water and silt were too deep, so there was no need to take risks.

Yang Lan'er is fighting hard with the river mussels. Every giant clam has dozens to dozens of pearls in it. She is very interested in doing it.

Slowly the sun became stronger, Yang Lan'er straightened up and wiped off the sweat, her cheeks were flushed from the sun, and she drank a few sips of water. Picking up the bamboo tube, he stood up, went to the pool and handed the bamboo tube to Mr. Cheap and Xiaowen.

"Hey, you two drink some water." Looking at the mussels on the bank, one pile after another, the harvest is quite fruitful, Yang Lan'er looked at it with a beaming smile.

Took the diabolo tube they handed over, and returned to the original place. This place is too hot without trees.

Yang Lan'er looked at the reeds around her, got into the nearest reed, picked up some of the eggs inside, moved the bamboo basket over, sprinkled insect repellent powder around, and finally sat in the shade to do things.

After she cut another pile of mussels, she shouted towards the water pool: "Master, Xiaowen, the sun is too strong now, you two come up."

"Got it! Lan'er."

"Ma'am, we'll go back after picking this round, there's still a little bit left."

Yang Lan'er filled several bamboo tubes with water before they came up.

After a while, they came back and handed them the bamboo tube, "This is the spring water I fetched at the foot of the mountain, drink some water and rest."

Tan Anjun sat beside his little wife, looking up at the reeds around him, it was not bad and shady.

Yang Lan'er was sitting next to the cheap husband, her nose was full of his breath, and she moved her **** uncomfortably.

Tan Anjun squinted at her, took a sip of water and put down the bamboo tube.

Chewing the pancakes given to them by the little wife.

"Wow! Ma'am, you peeled off so many pearls, hehe." Xiaowen exclaimed.

Tan Anjun looked at the pearls in the bamboo basket, there were at least a few hundred pearls, quite a lot.

Yang Lan'er was in a good mood when she mentioned pearls, and joked: "When you go back, take some, and save them for your future wife."

"Ma'am, I, I don't... don't give it to me, I don't need it yet." Wang Xiaowen is only twelve years old, but no matter how old a boy is, when he mentions marrying a daughter-in-law, his cheeks are flushed with shame, and he doesn't know how to answer. .

"Haha...!" Yang Lan'er looked at him and laughed so hard that her flowers and branches trembled.

"Hurry up and eat, be careful!" Tan Anjun said fondly.

(end of this chapter)