Pastoral elegance: the shocking little peasant girl

Chapter 187

The whole small courtyard was silent, even the chickens in the pen shook their heads and looked this way with one eye, but the bugs on the ground didn't care much, at most they felt that their music was being scumbags. To spoil + waste.

"Clean up the table immediately!" Lu's face was so cold that ice scum fell off her face, she flicked her sleeves, twisted her buttocks, and went back to the room angrily. After entering the door, she urged, "Cai Ya Son, don't forget about tomorrow morning, or go tonight."

Qian Laicai, whose hands and feet trembled a little from being scared by his mother, opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say "no".

But, not saying it doesn’t mean she’s suffering. First, Mrs. Zhang disagrees at all; second, he doesn’t want to live near the tomb; third, he knows that the new master in the village is too close to his eldest niece If something goes wrong, it may ruin the future of the two sons.

As soon as Mrs. Lu left the table, except for the ignorant children who left the table early, the men at the table also returned to the house immediately, so there was only Mrs. Zhang with a belly left here, and it fell to her to clean up the table. body.

"￥#...%￥...&#..." [I won't write the swear words, anyway, it's the kind that rural women know. 】

Mrs. Zhang muttered cursing, from the [-]th generation of Lu's ancestors to the [-]th generation of Lu's descendants, until after washing the chopsticks and bowls, the strong resentment almost condensed into a human form to help her scold up.
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The tent at the end of the village had been dismantled, and three carriages were loaded with people and belongings. In one of the carriages, Yu Wenshan was eating happily in a basket, and was talking about the delicious food with the four "writers" who were sitting with him.

Today is the day when Tian Xiaohe finishes the fifty episodes of Journey to the West, and it is also the first day when Tian Xiaohe asks to take a half-month rest on the grounds of moving and autumn harvest. Although she doesn't want to stop, she can't make herself tired , This kind of nerd-style author's life is not what Tian Xiaohe wants at all.

Of course, they all knew that Tian Xiaohe's family didn't have much land, moreover, nearly half of the only one acre of edamame was eaten every now and then.

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say half of it, but there wasn't much to grow in that acre of thin fields, and once the sparse crops were pulled out, it seemed that there would be even fewer.

Yu Wenshan picked up a small radish seedling that was hot and sour, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and he felt that not only his head was clear, but his body was also refreshed.

Although Tian Xiaohe told him that it was made from soaked radish seeds, it was the first time he ate such a side dish. He had never eaten it like this before, and no one would waste radish seeds like this.

Yes, it is indeed a waste of radish seeds. If this plate of seedlings grows into a big radish, it will weigh hundreds of catties, enough to last for several months, but now, he can finish it in less than an hour.

"What a blessed person... It's a pity... the two monks are not the same person..." Yu Wenshan secretly sighed in his heart, but he was somewhat disappointed.

Although he was sent here by the monks of the Dasheng Temple, he didn't know where the person who could save him was, so he could only see the chance and let nature take its course.

The carriage quickly withdrew from Gu's Village, walked the night road in a "da da da", passed through Lao Gu Village, rushed to Sangu Town, and finally stopped in front of Zuimanlou.

Zuimanlou, a relatively high-end restaurant in Sangu Town.

(End of this chapter)