Jiang Xiaochi looked at the small cloth bag, which probably had three or four bowls of bud rice noodles in it. Although Jiang Dawu's conditions are relatively good, but at this juncture when he gave up so much grain to Jiang Xiaochi, no matter what the reason, Jiang Xiaochi was a little moved.

Jiang Xiaochi had just closed the courtyard door, and the good things outside the door hurriedly stepped forward to greet the captain's daughter-in-law. The captain's daughter-in-law couldn't wait for Man Tianshui Village to publicize her own food delivery to Jiang Xiaochi, the corners of her mouth were full of flowers, and she was held by the villagers all the way, and she couldn't wait to write a big-character report on Jiang Dawu's merits to Jiang Xiaochi.

Jiang Xiaochi's ears were sharp, and the good point of the captain's daughter-in-law just now was suddenly swept away. However, with bud rice noodles mixed with balls, it must taste good and carry hunger.

No matter what other people think, it's best to rely on not being hungry.

Mrs. Zhang touched the noodle bag and couldn't help sighing: If there was these grains earlier, would the granddaughter and girl be less guilty of herself.

Jiang Xiaochi tossed the bud rice noodles in the cloth bag: It would be nice if you chopped the meat filling and wrapped some dumplings. As the saying goes: standing is better than upside down, and delicious is not as good as dumplings.

But the conditions are limited, and Jiang Xiaochi has not had the courage to eat all these bud rice noodles in one meal.

Now that his legs are still a little weak, Jiang Xiaochi thinks it is better to eat less meat first.

The plantain herb has a fast effect, and Jiang Xiaochi is now a strong man physique. After a while, the fragrant wild vegetable balls were ready.

Mrs. Zhang smelled the fragrant meatballs, and she was satisfied. The granddaughter will not die, not only has food but also eats meat, and it seems that her old bones will also be blessed.

Absorbing the experience of diarrhea, this time there are more meatballs and wild vegetables, less meat, and some bud rice noodles are mixed in it, and the taste of wild vegetable balls in the mouth is exceptionally good.

Jiang Xiaochi filled a large bowl of wild vegetable balls for Mrs. Zhang, and then cut a few slices of clear water elbows and put them in the bowl. "Milk, remember to eat it all, wild vegetables and meat are still there. Don't save yourself from being looked at by outsiders again, and we won't be able to tell when the time comes. ”

After explaining to Mrs. Zhang, Jiang Xiaochi ate a few balls, and hurriedly put the rest of the balls into a soil basket and covered them with a cloth, and then cut a plate of elbows and brought them.

Learning the lesson of being robbed of amaranth by Tianhua last time, Jiang Xiaochi hurriedly waved his hand and put all the balls and elbows into the space, so as to respond to all changes without changing, and wait to find a place where no one is around.

When he arrived at the agreed place, Song Lao Er hadn't come over yet, thinking that Song Xiaosi was young and his pig's tail was oily, Jiang Xiaochi was really a little uneasy to stay aside.

When they came to the place they had agreed with in advance, they waited left and right and didn't see Song Lao Er coming, Jiang Xiaochi and the others entered the space to plant potatoes, and cut bundles of branches with their hands, wanting to do the daily firewood chopping task by the way.

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Jiang Xiaochi had just finished picking up the branches, only to hear a "gurgling" sound from the grass behind him.

Pheasant - this voice is simply too familiar to Jiang Xiaochi!

I think back then, in order to please Lao Hu, I worked hard to catch a pheasant in the mountains.

Jiang Xiaochi got up and probed around, but the sound was strange, and the more he looked for the sound, the closer it was to him. As soon as Jiang Xiaochi looked up, he saw Song Lao Er carrying a pheasant and walking in his direction.

Song Lao Er had dew hanging on his trousers, his wet pants were sticking to his legs, and he was still carrying something carefully in his clothes.

"She, Second Brother Song, is amazing! I thought something was stumbling on you, but I went to the mountains to catch mountain goods. ”

Song Lao Er was not shocked, raised the pheasant in his hand and said, "Is there a place to raise it?" There was no place to raise it, so it was slaughtered and eaten at night. ”

Jiang Xiaochi looked contemptuous, no wonder his mother didn't want to see him, how could he eat such a steak inside and out. However, looking at the posture of Aunt Song beating Song Lao Er in the morning, I don't blame Song Lao Er for holding such a grudge. But if this adolescent child grows up like this, won't he grow crooked?

But what does this have to do with Jiang Xiaochi? The relationship between himself and Song Lao Er inside and out is a wild boar, and if you help him raise chickens, it is just a chicken relationship.

But looking at the egg in Song Laoer's arms, Jiang Xiaochi's heart was not calm: Anyway, did the chicken come first or the egg first? There are chickens and eggs, and this chicken hatches eggs and lays chickens, will there be a steady stream of eggs and chicks to eat in the future?

"Dick, how did you catch it?" Thinking of eggs and fragrant chicks, Jiang Xiaochi looked obscene.

"Do you have a place?" In Song Laoer's impression, Jiang Xiaochi has always had a bitter gourd face, and his eyebrows fluttered and he was still a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Yes! There is a place! After all, he couldn't hold back, thinking about the fragrant smell of chicken, Jiang Xiaochi wiped the saliva that overflowed the corners of his mouth.

Song Lao Er was a little depressed, how could there be a place to raise chickens, and it was obvious that he had an expression of a chicken in his belly. "Otherwise, the chickens will be given to you, just leave two legs for Xiaosi when you are ready."

Song Lao Er said politely, and an untimely fragrance wafted out of the basket behind Jiang Xiaochi.

knew what Song Lao Er was worried about: "Oh! For! For! "Jiang Xiaochi has been cating on the mountain for a long time, just waiting to send the wild vegetable balls and elbows to the second child.

Song Lao Er got up early, and after being beaten, he secretly gave Song Xiaosi the medicine and began to wander around the mountains.

Wandering around for nothing else, one is that Aunt Song doesn't want to see herself and Xiaosi angry, and the other is because Jiang Xiaochi's divine power is a little red.

The girl's family can catch a wild boar with her bare hands. If you don't grasp something, you always feel a little unbalanced in your heart.

But the forests in the mountains have not been rewarded at all. Coincidentally, Song Lao Er was going to go into the old forest, but at this time, he found a pheasant honestly incubating eggs in the grass. The pheasant hatches the eggs seriously, and someone is not prepared at all when someone comes.

Song Lao Er also learned Jiang Xiaochi's method, and the branch swept hard, and the pheasant was suddenly a little confused by Song Lao Er. With almost no effort, Song Lao Er easily captured a pheasant.

Song Lao Er couldn't believe what kind of idea he was, he met a wild boar yesterday, and he caught a pheasant today, and he didn't care if his mother was good to him, it was all false, and he couldn't eat it as food.

In order to invite merit in front of Jiang Xiaochi, Song Lao Er felt that it was better to bring the live pant to Jiang Xiaochi.

But when the pheasant was brought over, Song Lao Er had already begun to regret it. It's just such a yellow garbage, a thin girl with a hanged ghost, what's the use of earning a hundred faces in front of her?

If you don't steam steamed buns to fight for breath, you can finally get your face back. Thinking of his humble self-esteem, Song Lao Er finally felt a little stronger.