Savage Fortune Little Landlord

Chapter 41 The House and Sugar
Grandpa Kezi: "Ah Que, Dad Aoki and I only told everyone that you still have a trick to protect women and children, but nothing else. Don't let everyone know, especially about medicine. , you have to guard it."

Still a child after all.

Eyes full of worry, Aoki's voice sank: "Ah Que, we believe what you dreamed, but others don't, so in the future, you can't mention your dream in front of others, let alone talk about medicine, you know? ?”

How old are people, how can they not know the severity?
Xia Weiwei is naturally aware of her situation and the effect of the same words on different people. Of course she would not talk nonsense, but 'she' is different, 'she' is just a child.

She didn't try to guess why Grandpa Kezi was here, broke her own words, and told Aoki about the medicine, not to mention pretending not to understand, let the two continue to educate, she just asked: "Then others asked me this, this, this How did you think of it, how should I answer?"

"A Que, your father is very smart, so of course you are also very smart." If he could hypnotize, he would definitely hypnotize the child directly: "A Que, you have suffered a lot when you come back this way. I naturally thought that it would be great if there were many fruit trees on our road, and when I saw everyone cleaning the lotus pond, I naturally thought that I would put the small fish fry down when I left, so that they would grow up when I came back."

Plant a fruit tree because you want to eat the fruit.

I raise fish because I want to eat fish.

Aoki's words are equivalent to a template, and with this template, it is not surprising for her to think of anything.

Unable to hold back her exuberant enthusiasm, she probed: "Will I think of something that can block the cold wind when squatting behind a mountain bag? When eating long-stemmed grass, can I also think of something sweet to eat all the time?"

"..."

Even though he had made a plan in his heart, he still didn't dare to think about such a thing as his own forward foot and his child's backward foot.

I saw the corner of Aoki's mouth twitching unnaturally.

Everyone knows that tents can block the cold wind, so these tents behind them can exist.

I just want to have something sweet to eat all the time, so I gather long-stemmed grass early.

···Obviously, the child thought of something other than the tent.

···Obviously, the child thought of a way to make the long-stemmed grass last longer.

···Alpinia spinulosa bless.

Thinking about it, Aoki couldn't explain his own dream. How could everyone's dream be different from this child's dream? Aoki blamed everything on the child's unsatisfactory experience in the past half year.

If you want to eat but can't eat, you will think more, and if you think too much, you will have strange dreams.

Aoki's eyes softened, and his voice returned to the familiarity of the past: "A Que is really smart."

Xia Weiwei suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "..."

The house and sugar have nothing to do with her.

She really doesn't have the cheek to claim this cleverness.

Feeling that the shy and smiling child is so cute, Aoki couldn't hold back and raised his hand again: "Think about it these two days, when Father Aoki comes back, you are talking to Father Aoki."

"Aoki." Grandpa Kezi suddenly grabbed Aoki's shoulder.

Aoki and Xia Weiwei turned their heads at the same time: "?"

Scratching his head and scratching his head for a long time, he was tangled and tangled before he let go of Aoki's hand, and then, when Aoki thought he was going to talk about an important topic, he said, "A Que, can you talk to Grandpa first?"

Xia Weiwei: "..."

Is it necessary to be entangled like this?

Aoki: "..."

Uncle Kezi was too impatient.

His eyes dodged, but in his mouth, Grandpa Kezi was serious: "Ah Que, although grandpa is old, it is good to be old. Old grandpa has a lot of knowledge. You might as well tell grandpa what you think. help!"

"Uncle Kezi!" Aoki had a strange expression.

What does this say.

Can you still say the words of blow?
"Aoki, this matter is also very important, knowing that you will have more confidence when talking with others." The shell-grandpa who firmly refused to admit that he was curious, stiffened his neck.

No wonder he is like this, he has reached this age, and he has never thought about how to block the cold wind outside the tent, let alone how to keep the long-stemmed grass moist for a longer period of time.

All, don't blame him, don't blame him.

"A Que?" Grandpa Kezi urged.

Just like what Grandpa Kezi said, knowing what's in your heart will give you more confidence.

There is no chance to say that she will not talk too much, and of course she will not let go of the opportunity.

"In my dream, people build houses out of mud. This kind of house is much safer than our tents, and a fire can be burned in it, and a tree that looks like long-stemmed grass can be boiled into sugar, and the sugar can be stored for several years. It's all right, so I wonder if our long-stemmed grass also has sweet juice, so it can be boiled."

house.

sugar.

Two people: "..."

How can you imagine something you have never heard of.

Can you imagine what mattered, though.

Just know its possible benefits.

"Qingmu, hurry up." Staring at Xia Weiwei in a daze, Grandpa Kezi pushed Aoki.

I just feel that I can't stay here anymore, I'm afraid I will break the casserole and ask the end, Aoki turned around quickly.

Grandpa Kezi: "Go, go, go and do your thing."

Chased Xia Weiwei: "..."

She is going to give the two of them popular science about what a house is, how a house can be built, what is sugar, and how to boil sugar, okay?

Grandpa Kezi, who was looking forward to the coming of the swan, kept yelling. For a moment, there were only Huangtao mother and daughter inside and outside the tent, and the red plums and lotus who took care of their mother and daughter.

The soldiers divided into three groups, Qingmu led his team to leave the tribe, Xunmu led his team to the waterside with women and children, Xia Weiwei went directly to the mountain bag where the fish was dried.

Not long after, she checked the fish before and after drying.

"Tsk, I kind of want to eat small fried fish." Half-dry ones are the best when they are deep-fried, and the fish fat must be cut when it is fresh. It is not easy to cut it after it is dry. It is too rare: "Suck."

Thinking of the taste of fried small dried fish, Xia Weiwei couldn't hold back her mouth watering.

"Oh! I can only think about it!"

With the size of the fish she caught, it was not easy to light a lamp, let alone fried food.

Her eyes could not help but glance at the half-dried fish again, and she couldn't help thinking: It shouldn't be difficult to prostitute a whole winter's fire for nothing.

"Tsk!" Because of stuttering, I really don't want to have any morals.

I dare to have the idea of ​​being a prostitute.

Shaking her head, Xia Weiwei, who was very angry with herself, left the mountain bag. As usual, she took, divided, killed and cleared the traps.

When sending the fish back for the last time, Xia Weiwei not only got into the tent of Huangtao's house, but also recited the first cooking pot, and practice makes perfect, after two days of running-in, today she handled the fish. It was a little faster, and the genius was numb, so she returned to the tent with a basket on her back and a fish bag.

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