The old ladies had just come down the mountain when they saw Song Fuling riding Xiaohong in the distance, galloping towards them on horseback.

As she ran closer and closer, she could hear the little girl shouting: "Drive, drive." ”

Song Poria covered it tightly.

His face was covered only with his eyes, his cuffs and calves were tightly wrapped in cloth, he carried a bow and arrows behind his back, and he wore a homemade holster magazine with a crossbow in it.

Since the last time, it was too cold, and the crossbow was frosty.

Song Fuling felt that it was too cool to pin the crossbow to her waist, and when something happened, it was not handsome enough to pull the crossbow out of the waistband of her pants.

So when she turned around, she was a loser, collected the skins she had saved at home, drew a picture, stuffed it into Sister Taohua's hand, and asked her to sew a crossbow holster like a holster. Make it according to the picture.

After the peach blossoms were made two nights, Song Lingling was not satisfied at that time and disliked it too much.

Find the second uncle to get a small wooden box, glue it with fish bladder glue, wrap the fur cover and put the small wooden box on your body, you take a look again, is it a lot more handsome? Angular.

When a modern officer opens the cover, he pulls out his gun and "does not move", but she pulls out a crossbow.

"Phew!" Xiaohong was urgently pulled by Song Lingling, her front hooves were cocked, and she was very excited to run when she saw it.

Mrs. Ma looked back at her granddaughter riding a horse and was terrified.

San'er didn't dare to move for the first time on a horse, ugly, a big man was very stumbling, and he slowed down on the back of the horse for a while, and he didn't dare to let the horse run fast until now.

Looking at the little granddaughter again, I don't know who to follow, she is very bold.

When he rode back to the head, he only walked slowly with Xiaohong, and after being familiar with it for a while, he dared to throw the whip and shout to drive.

"Rabbit?" Song Fuling turned over and dismounted neatly.

Several old ladies hurriedly showed off.

That's right, rabbits.

I just met a lot of rabbits, and the one they ran was called an evil one, and they fell countless heels, and even rolled and climbed around and suppressed, and their shoes almost ran away.

Mrs. Wang squeezed forward: "Fat girl, look at how fat this one is in my hand, and it is still alive...... "Okay, it's dead."

However, when was he strangled to death, obviously carrying the back of his neck and slipping down the mountain.

Mrs. Ma also invited credit: "It's all rice, let's see if we are still useful?" ”

Song Fuling held the horsewhip very exaggeratedly and applauded: "Grandma is amazing." ”

In fact, I already knew in my heart that it was not the grandmothers who were powerful, but the trap that my uncle dug up the mountain two days ago, and was intercepted by the grandmothers.

My uncle said that the third day after the snow is the best time to catch hares.

Because it was snowing and the first two days after it fell, the rabbit didn't come out of the hole at all.

It is usually the third day after the snow stops to come out to look for something.

Therefore, whenever my uncle saw snow outside, others hid in the snow, but he had to take people up the mountain to make traps.

The heavier the snowfall, the more traps are dug.

In Tian Xifa's words:

An experienced hunter can only guess the approximate characteristics of the animal.

But like animals, like people, it is changeable, and it is not stupid.

Therefore, no matter how powerful a hunter is, he must have the blessing of luck to not be empty-handed.

If hunting was simple, and there would be a harvest at the right time, there would have been no prey on the mountain.

Everyone didn't eat or drink, and if hunting was simple, who could leave the meat on the mountain?

However, then again, even if it doesn't fall through once, it's in vain. The trap still has to be done.

And Mrs. Ma and they belong to the luck lever.

The old ladies ran away this time, as if they had run out of the anger in their hearts.

Song Fuling: That's right. If you can't think about it, just go out for a stroll and have fun.

The heart is one inch wide, and the road is one foot wide.

Besides, is now the time to make money in a hurry? Things need to be prioritized.

The most important thing at the moment should be, whether it is a year or two years, or three or five years of chaos, when people outside are eager to ask for food, we just close the door and eat and drink.

Song Fuling even felt that it was good for the dim sum shop to close, and she was relieved.

It's not that I'm worried about whether I can make money by opening a store in the future.

I am worried that the economy will become tighter and tighter in the future, the people will be poor, people will not eat or drink, there is no common evil of human nature on the way to escape the famine, and it is always unsafe for grandmothers to go back and forth every day.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet.

If she comes forward to persuade her, don't open it, let's take the initiative to close the door, and the grandmothers will think she is sick.

Even if it would be dangerous to give analysis, it is useless.

These old ladies are sometimes more obsessed with earning money than their lives, and if something really happens, they don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles. But then again, if you really wait until something dangerous happens, it's too late to regret it.

In the large oven room.

All the employees of Ma Lao Tai Cake Xingxing Store gathered.

The cake delivery chefs stand in a row, the master chefs who make dim sum stand in a row, and the masters who enter the oven room stand in a row.

Song Fuling and Mrs. Ma pulled one end at a time, and solemnly used the largest straw curtain to cover the "belongings" that had made them rich.

Wipe down a shiny whisk; plaques standing against the wall; a stack of empty steamers; stacks of oiled paper; a pair of white gloves; Pink headscarves......

Other people's homes are opening ribbon-cutting and laying the foundation.

They are closed and have a perfect closing ceremony.

The moment the curtain was closed, all the members had sad expressions on their faces.

As long as we have it, it is enough for you and me.

There are many memories in a person's life, and I only wish to leave the joy of fighting side by side in the memory.

Outside, Grandpa Song took a few old men to stick in front of the door and listen to the movements inside.

When Mrs. Ma opened the door, several old men almost fell into the house.

"Cough," Mrs. Ma tucked the broken hair in her ear: "What, old man, let's make it up for us again, earn a share of work, and do it with you." ”

If you have an open face, you have to explain the work division system of laid-off employees.

Grandpa Song touched the cigarette pouch on his waist and thought:

Thank you, and you did it with us.

If you don't work with us, who do you want to do with?

As for earning points, is it really necessary to talk about it specifically? I'm just saying now that you earn ten cents, and you don't have any money to give. The clanging of the poor of the public house.

Mrs. Ma rushed to the old man's back: "Don't run, then we will still do the previous work?" ”

The old man waved his hand indifferently and did whatever he could.

Eight old ladies came to the communal cafeteria.

Mrs. Guo stretched out her hand at her eldest daughter-in-law: "Deliver the key." ”

Her eldest daughter-in-law immediately handed over the work of managing the grain.

Mrs. Tian glared at the little daughter-in-law who was burning the fire, and the little daughter-in-law took the initiative to get out of the way.

Second Mother-in-law Song glared at her daughter-in-law: "Give me the spoon." ”

In the blink of an eye, the light work of cooking for everyone was robbed by eight old ladies, and the robbed people didn't dare to say anything.

It was at this time that Patriarch Ren came.

In the name of beauty, look for Grandpa Song to chat.

Grandpa Song looked confused: You are an old talent, are you sure you have a common topic with me?

Chatting and chatting, Grandpa Song found out that something was wrong, how to inquire about all the things on the way to escape from the wilderness, and asked very carefully.

In the evening, after the death knell sounded, the confusion was broken.

"Don't go, guys, say a few words." Patriarch Ren has a political mission today.

It is stipulated above that as a positive person, we must do a good job in ideological mobilization.

"Several Opinions on the Self-reliance of the Villagers in Our Village to Support the Counterinsurgency during the Jingjing Period"

Patriarch Ren said: "If you don't suppress the rebellion, those people will come over, can we have a good situation?" Then you have to flee the famine. You can see how miserable it is to flee the famine. "Point to Song Fusheng them.

The villagers of Renjia Village looked at Song Fusheng and them in unison.

He brushed his brush again to reveal a goose-like expression, and muttered in his heart:

It's not bad. If you can escape like them, you can try to escape.