But I can't say this myself, not only will no one listen to me when I say it, but I may also be regarded as a demon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info itself has a stupid name, and if it is said to be this, it will be impossible to reach parents and siblings!

What to do?

Just watch these good things go to waste now, and watch people starve next year?

After thinking about it, I couldn't bear it: the production team treats me well! No matter what, I still have a stepfather. Although it was a demon, he didn't tell anyone, and people didn't know about it. With his own crying, the captain took him in and let himself live in the team headquarters. What a blessing!

If the captain doesn't care, he has just been reborn, the space passage has not yet appeared, and there is no protection at all, then he has really become a lamb nailed to the board by the second lame!!

No! Without the production team, there would be no oneself! The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring! Since God has allowed himself to be reborn in this era, if he does not do something to reverse the times, will he not be reborn again in vain!

But this little body is a little silly girl, no one can afford to look down on it, how can this be stopped?

The identity of the reborn cannot be revealed, and it cannot be said that it is unspeakable. The only way is to pick it up without saying a word, dry it in the sun, and put it out for people to eat when there is no food to eat!

Anyway, "stupid", what are you afraid of, and then people will understand what they are doing.

But try to be in line with the identity of "fools", so that people don't feel too abrupt and don't be called "weird"!

I suddenly remembered that when I was a child in my previous life, I had played with mud balls. When I was six or seven years old, I saw other children playing with glass balls, and when I went home and asked the adults for them, the adults didn't buy them, so I found the cement on the edge of the pond, and they were cooked into small mud balls one by one, and when they were dry, the glass balls played with each other.

Since the children have this game, they dig up the mud balls in the pit and dry them. After picking up the steamed buns, they throw the mud balls and replace them with steamed bun pieces that are broken into the size of mud balls, so that people think they are playing a game: drying the "mud balls".

Yes, that's it, moving the mud ball to catch the steamed bun, so that people have a receiving process, and it is not obvious.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei made up her mind, walked out of the team site silently, came to the south pit, dug a handful of pit mud and returned to the team site, and used her hands to raise mud balls.

"Oh, come and see, Silly Mei made a bench mud egg (son)!"

The widow screamed as she looked at the ball of mud on the bench. It didn't matter what she said, people gathered around.

"Children, it's normal to play with mud. ”

"It's a good thing to be able to play with mud, it's better than just saying 'hehe' at people. ”

"It's round, not like a fool. ”

“…………”

People were talking about it.

"You still praise her!" said the widow angrily, "how can people sit and eat when there is mud everywhere?"

"Mei, I'll tell you," Grandma Pu bent down and said to Wang Xiaohua-Mei, "put your mud ball on the windowsill, there's no need there." People have to sit and eat on this bench!"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei asked for this, picked up a mud ball and put it on the windowsill. The windowsill was so high that she could just put it up with her hand, but her eyes couldn't see it. In order to show her "stupidity", she jumped and jumped under the windowsill like a frog, her head tilted up, and she looked as funny as she could.

People were amused.

"A few bricks are enough. Grandma Pu said with a smile. He also faced people: "You also help her, it's easy to have fun, let her play more easily." ”

So, people gathered a few bricks and lined them up under the windowsill. Wang Xiaohua-Mei stood up, and sure enough, she saw it. Then he moved the mud balls on the bench to the windowsill one by one.

The people complimented and spread out to do what they had to do.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei was done, she was happy, washed her hands in the vegetable basin, and came to Wang Xiaohua's home, her hometown in her previous life.

I have only seen people at home during meals, and I have not yet been in close contact. I didn't say a word to my grandmother Wang Zhang.

Although she didn't like her very much in her previous life, she didn't let her mother want her in this life, but after all, she was her grandmother, and this was her real home. If you can do a good job, try to do it as well as possible, only if you have a good relationship, can you enter this house!

Younger brother Wang Guiyong, aunt's second daughter Wang Xiaohui, second son Wang Guisheng, and two children from the outer courtyard were playing in the sandy soil in the alley, and grandma Wang Zhang was sitting at the gate, watching them while turning the line.

Grandfather Wang Tingshuo and grandmother Wang Zhang have a total of five children:

The eldest son, Wang Changkai, married his wife Jing Huangai and gave birth to four children: the eldest daughter Wang Xiaoxi, who is 14 years old this year, and the eldest son Wang Guimeng, who is 11 years old this year. The second daughter Wang Xiaohui is eight years old this year, and the second son Wang Guisheng is less than three years old.

The second son Wang Changsuo is Wang Xiaohua's father, mother Ma Huien, brother Wang Guiqiang, thirteen years old this year, sister Wang Xiaoling, eleven years old, Wang Xiaohua is nine years old this year, younger brother Wang Guiyong is six years old this year, and little sister Wang Xiaoye is less than two years old.

The eldest queen, Cui Miao, is already married. The third son, Wang Changzhu, is unmarried. The second queen Cuixia, waiting for the word boudoir.

Wang Zhang's family does not work, and looks at the children in the big and second rooms at home.

During this period, the clothes and bedding in the countryside were still solved by weaving coarse cloth by themselves, and the bending of threads and nets was the specialty of elderly women.

When Wang Xiaohua-Mei passed in front of Wang Zhang's family, she sincerely shouted "grandma". Wang Zhang raised his head, glared at her, and did not make any reply.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei was bored, and leaned over to the children, and also squatted down to play with the sand.

"Silly Mei!"

Wang Guiyong screamed and stood up, and threw a sand egg in his hand on Wang Xiaohua-Mei's body.

The sand eggs bloomed on Wang Xiaohua-Mei's body, making her covered in sand.

The five children burst into laughter, and Wang Xiaohui and another girl of seven or eight years old also grabbed a sand egg and threw it over. Three-year-old Wang Guisheng was not to be left behind, and he also followed the example of his brothers and sisters, grabbed a handful of sand and raised it on Wang Xiaohua-Mei's body.

The five children probably saw that Wang Xiaohua and Mei did not resist, and they became more and more courageous, shouting "silly Mei" in their mouths, "haha" laughing, and throwing sand eggs (children) at Wang Xiaohua-Mei one after another.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei was full of emotion. It seems that this little body is the master of bullying, and the children have made bullying her fun!

But now that he has possessed this small body, and in front of him are his own brothers, uncles, brothers and sisters, and he must reverse their views on this body in order to slowly get closer to them.

"Sugar!"

Wang Xiaohua-Mei was covered in sand and took out the candy given by Gu Xinru in her previous life.