Chapter 8: Confrontation or Strife (8) (3)
On the streets of the village, except for a few old men and monks who can't move freely, there are hardly any people who are basking in the sun and gossiping against the wall. In addition to entering the factory for construction, they all rushed into their own fields and apricot groves to fertilize and loosen the soil and water them. Seeds of the year's expectations are sown into the ditch, buried in the ditch, tied to the tree, and looked forward to a new round of fruits and harvests. The village is silent, but outside the village is full of people and birds.
Maosheng left the village worriedly, and Muqin also left his house worriedly and ran towards the new factory. I was inexplicably flustered for a while, which made me feel uneasy. She couldn't let go of Maosheng, and she couldn't guess his abnormal behavior and thoughts when she wanted to hurt her brain.
Mu Qin said indignantly in his heart, you are a Maosheng, you dare to hide something from me. When you come back, see how I fix you, and also remind the villagers who are used to idleness, and ring the alarm bell.
Don't you know, without waiting for the xylophone to wake up Mao Sheng and others, he asked Mao Sheng and others to sound a heavy alarm bell for the xylophone. In this way, on the two slopes in the south and north of the village, two rings were set up respectively, catching each other and calling for formations, confronting each other regardless of superiority, competing and fighting.
It should be said that this match-up without a game has brought the already unpeaceful Xinghua Village into another chaotic situation.
Ten days later, when Shigeru returned home exhausted, he was overwhelmed by an head-on blow from the xylophone. He stared at the xylophone stupidly for a long time, thinking she was telling a joke.
At that time, Xylophone was busy cooking dinner on the stove. In good conscience, xylophones are not very good at cooking. In other words, you can't cook a delicious meal at all. Maybe she was born clumsy in terms of food, or maybe it was because of Maosheng's ability to write and martial arts, and she was used to her lazy skills in cooking. The meals she makes are either saltless and tasteless, or raw and cooked unevenly. When I ate it in my mouth, I couldn't chew it slowly, so I had to swallow it one by one. Therefore, once they saw that the xylophone was about to enter the pot house, Jing'er and a few other cubs would usually call out to their father, loudly reminding them that the time for cooking had come.
After Mao Sheng entered the house, he saw that the xylophone stove was busy on the stove and under the ground. The hair is scattered, and there is a smear of black ash on the bridge of the nose, which looks hectic and funny. Jin Ye is also busy with work in front of and behind him. I added firewood to the stove again, and I wanted to add water to the pot with a water scoop, which didn't help much, but added to the chaos. But Jin Ye's enthusiasm is unprecedentedly high, and he can't ask her for help or not.
When Jin Ye saw his grandfather enter the pot house, he shouted like a magpie, "chirping", "Master, what is delicious?" As soon as the words fell, he left the belongings in his hand and went straight to the bag in Maosheng's hand, rummaging and looking for it. Finally, he took out a large handful of sugar cubes and a large bag of pastries, and did not give in, and stuffed them into his small mouth.
Mao Sheng said to the back of the xylophone, or I'll come.
Xylophone had already heard the sound of Shigeru entering the courtyard and knew that he was already standing behind him. Without raising her head, she continued to busy with the errand in her hand, and replied casually, you should rest first, there will be time for you to cook in the future. Tonight, I'll work hard.
Mao Sheng also thought that he was angry, and he didn't explain the situation and the reason, which made Muqin angry. He smiled with a smile on his face, "hehe" and smiled, I cook for the time being, and I am used to it. The food you cook is tasteless, and the babies don't like it. [End of Chapter]