"Liu Qing, you stop for me, if you dare to take another step forward, believe it or not, believe it or not, I called me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Seeing that he lowered his body to please him and chased him, he didn't react at all. Although Zhang Yunying is nothing in the Zhang family, she is also the treasure of her mother's palm, and she is also the daughter of the rich man Zhang except for the eldest sister, of course, this is due to her mother, who is favored by her father.

No, look at Liu Qing like this, watch him step forward and block himself with his arm and chase after the girl.

Shouted angrily, seeing Liu Qing turning his head irritably, his face flushed with anger and panting about him.

"Miss Zhang Er, I don't seem to have anything to do with you, and I don't get you much. What are you shouting? It's noon, it's time to go home. If you want to go crazy, go back to your house and go crazy, I don't have time to spend time with you here, Ling'er, wait for me, Ling'er. ”

Liu Qing couldn't be so angry with her, she looked at her helplessly, seeing that the villain had followed the field to the head of the village, thinking about the chicken in her hand and thinking about her previous words, she eagerly shouted and chased after her.

"Liu Qing, you, you bastard. Damn, my dignified Miss Zhang, you don't even look at it, but you look at the girl who looks like she can still wear tattered patches and patches. Stinky girl, let me know who you are, and see how I drive your family out of my house to do things. I'm so. ”

Zhang Yunying thought about the opportunity he finally saw, so he left. Angrily, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, watching Liu Qing chase the figure of the villain leaving, and became angry. I think the girl I saw just now seems to be younger than herself, and she looks beautiful but she doesn't even dress as good as her own family.

You must know that in the entire Liujia Village, except for Liu Qing and her family, their own family has land and land, and the other fields belong to her Zhang family. This is all because his father's ancestors came from the capital, although he was deposed to this place, the family has a big business, and when he settled in this Liujia Village, he bought the entire village.

Thinking that the girl's surname was Liu's own family, and those people had never seen it, Zhang Yunying decided that Wanling was the girl in her tenants. No, it didn't directly target Wanling, and Liu Qing didn't have such an idea.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunying's face was gloomy and followed Liu Qing and Wanling.

"The old Zhang family in the west of the village? Could it be that she is a relative of the old Zhang family? I haven't seen it before. But it's just a little handsome, and it's nothing. Hmph, I'll let you have the courage to rob my Liu Qing. ”

watched Wanling and Liu Qing enter the courtyard of Uncle Yun's house one after another, and watched the courtyard door close. Although the courtyard could almost be seen inside, Zhang Yunying had a smug face, and turned around and walked towards his house as he spoke.

Wanling thought that before a beautiful woman arrived, Liu Qing would talk to the other party, so she might go to another place for lunch tonight. He didn't think about it, but after a short time, he caught up and said to himself, saying that it was the girl who pestered him, and there was nothing between him and her.

Knowing his thoughts, Wan Ling didn't call him, his explanation and emphasis, she just smiled faintly and went into the yard. Seeing him follow into his yard, and he kept explaining to himself, Wan Ling only felt funny about his appearance of three hundred taels of silver here.

"Okay, these are your business and it has nothing to do with me, you have to eat at my house, don't say so much. By the way, what to eat today? I'll be clear, I don't have anything to eat at home. ”

Laughing at him, thinking about his family's situation, he was a little embarrassed to entertain him for dinner.

In addition to the little rice that Uncle Yun brought back yesterday, there was also some cornmeal, and there was nothing else in her house, except for the straw mushrooms and wild vegetables that she hadn't eaten last night.

"There's really nothing to eat, so let's kill this chicken at noon tonight, and it's just right for you and Uncle Yun to try it."

The villain said that he went to open the rice bowl and the noodle bowl, and Liu Qing followed in, and saw that there was really no noodles in her house except for a little rice, corn flour, or anything. Liu Qing didn't care, chuckled, and raised the pheasant he had been carrying in his hand.

"Really? Did you really decide to kill the chicken at noon tonight? ”

When he said this, although Wan Ling often had to eat in the General's Mansion before, he really faded out of his mouth in Uncle Yun's house these days. No, listening to him say killing chickens, thinking about what he said, he caught these and went to the market town to buy them, and asked with disbelief and surprise.

"Of course, I caught it, and I killed it when I said it. But I don't know how to cook, you'll do it. You go and boil the water, I'll sharpen your knife first, and then kill the chicken. ”

The villain's face was full of surprise and joy, looking at the surprise and smile on her little face, Liu Qing was in a good mood. As he spoke, he took the kitchen knife that looked dull on one side and walked out and explained to her at the same time.

"No problem, why don't you just boil water and kill chickens, it's hard for me. But I'll have to plant the vegetable I saw on the mountain in the morning, and I'll be there right away. ”

Wan Ling, who is confident in his cooking skills, patted his chest proudly and assured that he took a kitchen knife to grind on a stone that seemed to be a whetstone at the door, and he took the tomato seedlings and buried them on the edge of the ginger field of the devil that Aunt Lin and she planted before, and also put the seeds left in the small chili pepper peels and buried them, and poured some water

Then he walked to the stove.

"How is this going to be ignited? That's right. ”

Looking at the grass-like matches and dry firewood placed by the stove. The evening bell hesitated, put some soft wood in first, and wanted to find a lighter or something to ignite, but remembered that there was no such thing in this era.

After searching for a long time by the stove, I finally found a thin bamboo tube by a small hole.

"How do you use this thing?"

Thinking about the situation when Aunt Lin was holding this fire at that time, Wan Ling knew that it was a fire fold, so she looked back and forth and muttered, and finally pulled it out against a lid-like thing on the top of the bamboo bucket, revealing the fire twist with red sparks inside.

Thinking of Aunt Lin's movements, she raised her lips and blew lightly on the fire twist, blowing a little bit, thinking that the old man would blow so easily, she blew for a while, and the flame gradually became larger, and there was finally a tiny flame on it.

Although the flame was small, it was a relief for her. No, I panicked and took the soft firewood that was stuffed in the stove before and burned it on it, lit it, and saw that the soft firewood in my hand was lit, and quickly ignited the soft firewood in my hand.

Afraid of burning her hands, she almost threw the soft wood burning there inside, and quickly put the hard wood on it.

Her method is right, but the soft wood is fast, the fire is big enough, and the hard wood is not so difficult to burn. No, as soon as the soft wood was burned, the stove that was originally burning very much became weak, just like a starry fire, and only a small branch of hard wood was burned.

"You, you're used to using a gas stove, and you seem to have a lot of knowledge about burning wood."

As soon as I saw that there was only one small branch burning in the middle of the fire in the stove, I couldn't help but miss the gas stove in modern life. I had no choice but to carefully grab some soft firewood and put it on top of the small branch of burning firewood, and at the same time put the hard firewood on it, and stuffed soft firewood into the middle from time to time to keep the open flame in the stove continuous.

For Aunt Lin and the others, it was just a simple ignition, but she blew and released, and she was busy with black smoke and miasma, and finally had a hard firewood.

But there are many firewood plugs in the stove, and the fire is still so small. There are some open flames below, and when I was busy, I looked at a bamboo tube that Aunt Lin put next to me, and I knew that this bamboo tube was used by the old man to blow the fire.

So she learned to remember the old man burning the fire, and used a bamboo tube to blow on the fire.

With a "whew", the fire was a little bigger, but there was still a thick smoke from the bamboo tube spraying straight into her mouth and eyes.