Space peasant girl: spoiled and sickened after crossing

Chapter 11 Can this be broken?

However, given how unreliable this space is, Jiang Yuan doesn't hold much hope.

This blind box space is connected to her spiritual world. Currently, the connection is weak and sometimes disappears, and the space has degraded to the lowest level. Come what you want.

As soon as her thoughts passed, she heard movement in the grass next to her.

She pawed a few times with the wooden stick, and then saw what was opened from the blind box.

She wanted to split open in place.

It was a pair of green flip flops.

The key point is that this pair of flip flops was worn by someone, because there are obvious signs of collapse on the heel.

There is still a lot of mud in the gaps in the shoe boards, which seems to be caused by not washing feet and wearing shoes for a long time.

Jiang Yuan turned his head and left. After walking for a while, he came back resignedly, took a branch, picked out slippers and left.

When she reached the creek at the foot of the mountain, she brushed her flip-flops vigorously, and she didn't look so shabby before returning home.

Qian is feeding the pigs, and the three pigs in the family are like her life.

Wang Youcai got drunk and rode the sow here. At that time, Qian was as heartbroken as her own daughter who lost her virginity.

Yesterday Jiang Yuan and Wang Youcai spread gossip, but she didn't react that much.

She cared more about these three pigs than she cared about her children and grandchildren, and she didn't allow others to touch her three pigs on weekdays.

She squinted at Jiang Yuan with her eyes, looked her up and down, and saw that the things she was carrying in her back basket seemed to be wild vegetables, so she snorted coldly and ignored her.

Jiang Yuan put down the firewood and went back to the East Chamber.

Little Shitou was sitting on the threshold, and when he saw her come back, he jumped up.

He held a new windmill in his hand, and his eyes were shining.

He wanted to get close to Jiang Yuan, but he was very cautious.

The whole person is very contradictory.

"Is it going well?"

"Ok!"

Little Shitou nodded heavily to express his feelings.

This windmill is made of wood. The three blades of the windmill are polished very thin, and each blade is slightly bent in an arc, so it is easy to be blown by the wind.

It looks like a lot of thought went into it.

Little Shitou likes it very much, and he also heard from his father that it was made by his mother.

Jiang Yuan smiled and patted his head.

Inside, Fu Jiu was writing.

Jiang Yuan picked out the ribbon grass in the basket, and chose a place to dry in the sun by the window of the side room. When he looked up, he saw Fu Jiu staring blankly at the flip-flops she brought back.

"Where did this... come from?"

"I picked it up." Jiang Yuan looked serious.

"Picked it up?" Fu Jiu frowned. Is this time and space so chaotic?

Can the shoes be crossed indiscriminately?

Or, is there someone else here?
Jiang Yuan wrapped the flip-flops in a rag.

"What's this for?"

"Go to the town to sell tomorrow."

Fu Jiu almost choked on her own saliva, who would be stupid enough to buy a pair of flip flops that have been worn by someone?
"What are you writing this for?"

"Copy books and make money."

The two looked at each other, and both saw the embarrassment of having no money in each other's eyes.

OK, not stupid.

Jiang Yuan didn't stop him either, after all, copying a book would not have much effect on his body.

"hiss……"

Fu Jiu took a breath, and dropped the pen on the table with a thud.

On his fair fingers, a very thin line of blood was cut by the book paper.

Jiang Yuan:? ? ?
Although paper can indeed cut through the skin, the chances of that are extremely small.

What's more, the pages here are not as blunt as in the previous life.

Can this be broken? !
(End of this chapter)