village pigwoman

Zhao Yuanlan imitated these words, then looked at Zhao Yuanle.

"She's a mold, and everyone in the valley left when they saw her.

You can see that she is too embarrassed to wash her clothes in the river over there, so she can only wash her clothes in this deserted ditch. "

After hearing these words, Zhao Yuanle suddenly remembered a character.

Mrs. Xianglin.

The same tragic character, whose fate is not good, has to suffer such malice from the people around him.

It was miserable.

Just after sighing, Zhao Yuanle saw a forked tree by the side of the road.

Her eyes light up.

Well, this tree dared to grow like this. Didn't she force her to cut it down to make a slingshot?

She stopped.

"Wait a minute, I'll chop this off and go back to make a slingshot."

Zhao Yuanlan glanced at the branch and nodded.

"This one looks good, it can definitely make a good slingshot, and the big brother will probably grab it from us by then."

Zhao Yuanle touched the back of the back while talking.

After touching for a long time, I didn't touch the sickle.

Zhao Yuanle simply put down the back sling, looked around, and even turned over the pigweed inside, but he didn't see the sickle.

"The scythe is gone."

Zhao Yuanlan was shocked when she heard it.

"Huh? If the sickle is lost, my mother will definitely scold us to death."

Zhao Yuanle knew the importance of a sickle at this time, so he put down his back and walked back.

"I'll go back and look for it. It was still there before, and there's no one on this road. I'm sure I'll find it."

Seeing Zhao Yuanle walking back, Zhao Yuanlan couldn't help but said.

"Come back when you find it. If you see that mold, don't talk to that mold."

Zhao Yuanle did not respond, but walked all the way to look around, carefully looking for the sickle.

Walked all the way to the edge of the ditch.

Widow Yu sensed that someone was coming, she looked over vigilantly, and looked at Zhao Yuanle who was coming over.

Then she quickly averted her eyes, lowered her head and beat the clothes with a piece of wood.

Zhao Yuanle walked over, and when he got to the edge of the grass where his back was placed before, he saw his sickle.

Picking up the sickle, Zhao Yuanle was ready to go back.

When Zhao Yuanle walked over, Widow Yu quickly raised her head to look at Zhao Yuanle.

Widow Yu thought she could only see Zhao Yuanle's back, but Zhao Yuanle also turned to look at her.

The two looked at each other again.

This time, Widow Yu was in a hurry, she quickly lowered her head, and smashed her clothes harder to cover up, but because of her panic, she smashed her hand instead.

With a hey, she closed her mouth again and looked at her fingers.

Zhao Yuanle watched the movement and listened to the sound, without having to look at the widow's hand, she knew it must be very painful.

Seeing Widow Yu enduring the pain and continuing to lower her head to wash her clothes, Zhao Yuanle couldn't bear it and walked over.

"Is your hand okay?"

The whole person froze, and the widow Yu was stunned. She didn't expect Zhao Yuanle to come over and ask her this question, so she didn't respond for a while.

Zhao Yuanle came closer and saw Widow Yu's hand, the fingers were already congested and swollen visible to the naked eye.

"Why are you beating your clothes so hard?"

Zhao Yuanle said another word.

Widow Yu reacted at this time, showing a hurried and uncomfortable smile. Subconsciously, she put away the smile, but soon, the smile appeared again.

"I'm fine. You don't need to work hard on this clothes, it won't be clean."

Zhao Yuanle heard Widow Yu's voice. Although it was a little hoarse, she could still hear a very good timbre.

"Oh, you have to be more careful next time, the finger hurts the most.

It may take many days for you to heal, why don't you go to my house and get some herbal medicine for it. "

A look of surprise flashed across the widow's eyes, and then she waved her hand.

"No need, it doesn't hurt."

After finishing speaking, Widow Yu didn't know what to say, and smiled awkwardly.

Zhao Yuanle waved his hand.

"Then I'll go back first. If your hands are not good, come to my house to get herbs."

Widow Yu said thank you, no need, and watched Zhao Yuanle leave.

After Zhao Yuanle couldn't see it, Widow Yu looked at her fingers and suddenly smiled.

Seeing her own smile reflected in the water, she froze in a daze.

Suddenly her eyes became sore, and hot tears fell, shattering her reflection on the water.

Looking up at the place where Zhao Yuanle left, Widow Yu couldn't help crying.

Zhao Yuanlan waited for Zhao Yuanle to find the sickle and come back. Seeing the sickle in Zhao Yuanle's hand, she pulled the branch with both hands.

"Chop it up quickly."

Zhao Yuanle picked up the sickle, cut and broke the tree branch.

Carrying the sling on his back, Zhao Yuanle tidied up the branch with a sickle as he walked.

Zhao Yuanlan watched happily from the side.

"Second sister, let your father get us a good slingshot, he is the best at making this.

When the time comes, we will go hunting for birds, and after hunting, we will roast them and eat them. "

Zhao Yuanle was speechless for a while.

"Why do you only want to hunt birds to eat?"

Zhao Yuanlan groaned.

"Then what are you doing? What else can you do if you don't kill birds to eat? If you beat people, we will be beaten."

Zhao Yuanle glanced at Zhao Yuanlan: "You can also hunt wild ducks to eat, not only birds, but also quail, which have more meat than birds."

Zhao Yuanlan: "Harm..."

After laughing twice, Zhao Yuanlan said: "I heard that some people can even shoot wild rabbits with a slingshot."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I can't, the wild rabbit moves too fast, I can't hit it."

Zhao Yuanlan glanced at Zhao Yuanle.

"Then you can hit wild ducks?"

Zhao Yuanle: "You can try it, if you can't hit it, forget it."

Zhao Yuanlan: "Big brother can hit it when he comes back, he's the most accurate."

The two of you said something to each other, and the setting sun stretched their backs until they reached the tree on the other side of the field.

From time to time, the buffalo lowers its head to eat a mouthful of grass on the roadside, and most of the time it is silent.

Back home, Zhao Yuanle chopped the pigweed into fine pieces, and went to the pigsty to look at his little piglets.

She felt that in just these two days, the little piggy seemed to have grown up a bit.

Tsk... the power of the pig god is so terrifying.

In order to verify his guess, Zhao Yuanle also pulled Zhao Yuanlan in to have a look.

Zhao Yuanlan: "This pig likes to be clean, even if it poops, it knows it's in the pit."

Zhao Yuanle: "I taught."

Zhao Yuanlan: "Just play it."

Zhao Yuanle: "Tell me, is this pig a little bigger than when it first started?"

Zhao Yuanlan took a closer look.

"I don't know how big it was at the beginning. It's only been a few days, how much it can grow. Second sister, you want to eat pork more than I do."

Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Yuanlan went out and talked about this matter.

He Ju listened.

"Little Piggy grows fast in the first place, and he won't grow much in the past two days. Don't think about it. Anyway, he won't be able to kill until the Chinese New Year."

Zhao Yuanlan sighed.

"I have to wait until the Chinese New Year before I can eat pig-killing dishes. There are still many months."