When Zhao Xiang came out, Po He was cooking porridge with a large cauldron. Without Zhao Xiang beside her to guide, Po He showed her skillful cooking skills, and the aroma of rice boiled in the porridge made Zhao Xiang, who was standing in the corridor, drool.

It is said that the peasant family does not eat breakfast, and generally eats one meal at nine o'clock or ten o'clock in the morning, and then lasts until three or four o'clock in the afternoon to eat again, twice a day, and will not accumulate food when it is dark to sleep. But last night, everyone stayed up all night, and it was really unbearable not to eat something.

In the tent, there was snoring on the marching bed, and from time to time you could hear the sound of the young man suddenly getting up after the machete hit the ground.

Zhao Di and Zhang Wen were cutting pickles for He Po, and Zhao Xiang threw away a piece of three-layer meat weighing four or five catties: "Add some meat to make you more hungry." ”

He Po hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao doesn't have to bother so much, the pickles are just porridge, where are the muddy legs so exquisite!" I'll just come here to make sure everyone is well fed. The implication is: It's none of your business, love goes wherever you go, don't get in the way here.

Zhao Xiang smiled: "Anyway, the meat will be handed over to you." Zhao Di Zhang Wen waited for the two of you to come into the house after you were busy, and I have something to tell you. ”

After speaking, he went to the tent for a turn, Xu Sande and Hei Niu were sleeping soundly together, if it weren't for Zhao Xiang knowing that both of them were straight men, such a picture full of affection would easily make people think about it.

Wutian Village is too poor, and the two young men in their early twenties have not yet found a wife...... When Xu Sande's hand roamed over the black bull's developed pectoralis major muscle, Zhao Xiang decided to go back to the house. I have seen a lot of pictures like this, and there will be needle eyes.

As soon as I got out of the tent, I met He Xianglao, bowed down and said, "Mr. Zhao, I brought the message to Chen Hanlin from the North Branch of Liushui, saying that I would bring the heads of each household over after breakfast." ”

It was nine o'clock or ten o'clock...... The habit of two meals a day is really delaying, but it's just a matter of letting these young people sleep a little longer, so as not to make people suspicious listlessly. He told everyone to keep it secret, after all, if this kind of thing to do against Kaiyuan Temple is known to the people of the North Branch of Liushui, it is not conducive to unity, and God knows how serious the consequences of provoking Kaiyuan Temple will be, not to mention killing more than a dozen people on the other side.

He Xianglao led Zhao Xiang around the courtyard, and the places with blood stains on the ground were cleaned up, and the scraped soil layer was also filled, and there was nothing unusual to see.

Those who wake up try to keep their voices as low as possible so as not to disturb their companions' sleep.

"Ahh Sandezi, you are sick, dare to touch my wound and let me sleep on the ground! The cry of the black bull killing the pig sounded, startling countless birds in the old woods behind the tent. Then there was a lot of scolding in the tent. And the one who scolded the loudest was He Defang, who had just rushed into the tent.

"Daddy! Father...... You let go, I don't dare, I sleep in peace......"

"Sleep a fart, don't get up to help your mother get breakfast!"

Zhao Xiang smiled, opened the door and walked into the wooden house.

A simple breakfast, peanut pulp, crispy toast slices smeared with jam, and then sandwiched with ham and fried eggs, these are all made by Zhao Xiang himself. With electricity, breaking peanuts is no longer a physical task, and cooking peanut pulp is easier.

"What do you want us to do, sir?" Zhao Di led her younger brother, and the two stood timidly at the dining table, on which there were three breakfasts, and the other two were obviously prepared for their two siblings. Mr. has never said that he has something to discuss with him like he did just now, and he has not the habit of cooking breakfast himself, which makes the two of them even more bottomless.

"Sit down, we'll have breakfast."

"Sir...... You ......" Zhao Di wanted to ask Zhao Xiang, but when she saw him looking at her, she closed her mouth and consciously sat down at the dining table. Zhang Wen simply thought that Zhao Xiang called them over just to ask them to have breakfast, and as soon as he sat down, he immediately devoured them.

Zhao Di had something on her mind and didn't eat much, so she drank a bowl of peanut milk and a slice of toast sandwich and said that she was full, while her younger brother Zhang Wen still had undiminished combat effectiveness and worked hard.

"You come upstairs with me, Zhang Wen, you eat first, wait for us here after eating." Zhao Xiang got up and went upstairs.

Zhao Di's mind went blank for a moment, thinking that Mr. Zhao pinched her feet for a long time last night and didn't let go, her heart fluttered.

Zhao Xiang's door was open, and there were a lot of clothing and shopping paper bags on the bed, but Zhao Di didn't know what it was, standing at the door, biting her lip, lowering her head, rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands, rubbing her feet back and forth - besides, she didn't know what else she could do.

"Come in." Zhao Xiang shouted.

Zhao Di mustered up the courage to enter the room, and without waiting for Zhao Xiang to speak, he said: "Sir......" His face hesitated, and he suddenly rushed into the toilet.

Zhao Xiang knocked on the door: "What's wrong?" You okay? ”

The door squeaked and said, "Sir, I just came to menstruation, I didn't mean to, sir, can you wait for me for a few days?" My mother used to say that it would take seven days to get clean......"

Nani? This girl is avant-garde enough, and she thinks of it, no wonder she was so twisted and pinched just now. But fortunately, I was prepared!

Zhao Xiang took out a black plastic bag......

For a big man, it is very difficult to explain to a fifteen-year-old girl in the Southern Song Dynasty how to wear underwear, and it is even more difficult to study and understand how to "install" the sanitary products made of white cotton paper before teaching her.

Zhao Di bowed her head the whole time, and Zhao Xiang was very skeptical that she had listened. When she came out again, her face was still flushed. Zhao Xiang, who couldn't let go of his heart, asked again: "Did you wear it as I just taught you?" ”

After all, the leakage of that liquid is as terrible as the domineering leakage.

Zhao Di, who couldn't bear it, finally said a word, it was she who had said the loudest words in front of Zhao Xiang, and her voice was brutal and full of impatience: "Sir! I'm a big girl, don't keep asking, you're going to shame me to death! ”

That's embarrassing.

At the same time, Zhao Xiang was a little surprised, it turned out that this girl still had such a savage side, which subverted her image as a good girl in front of him, so he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, you are a big girl, don't say it, you come in, I'll tell you something else." ”

Zhang Wen stood at the top of the stairs in a daze, with a piece of omelette residue still sticking to his mouth, he didn't understand what Mr. Zhao did or said to make Sister Ah say so loudly to him.

Zhao Xiang hurriedly summoned him over, and it was better for the two sisters and brothers to stand in front of him than to face Zhao Di alone.

As for the wearing method of clothing, Zhao Xiang just briefly introduced it, and the two sisters and brothers understood. Denim is probably the most acceptable material for them, but unfortunately it is only made into pants and not clothes, and it is slim.

Let an ancient woman who wears loose linen clothes every day wear slim jeans with a white shirt, this is Zhao Xiang's wishful thinking. When Zhao Di opened the door, Zhang Wen was still in his room researching where to put his pants in.

Zhao Di called out weakly, "Sir", and when Zhao Xiang turned her head to look over, she quickly closed the door again. What was left for Zhao Xiang was a fleeting picture, etched in his mind.

That is the moment that flashed, Zhao Xiang had an illusion that this was not a fifteen-year-old girl, but a modern skinny beauty, and she also had a baby-faced supermodel body!

It's wicked!