The original owner went to the county middle school, and because of the late school, he is currently in the third year of junior high school.

Today happens to be Sunday, the last day of the holiday.

Songjia Village is actually very small, and there is not much place to visit.

But in line with the task of sneaking children, Xin He thought about it and took the hill opposite the village to play.

Speaking of which, the original owner lived at home and lived very happily in this era.

There is a father who is the captain of the production team, three brothers and sisters-in-law in the family's farm work, and the fourth brother in the city stuffed her money as soon as he saw the original owner.

The original owner basically didn't do any rough work at home.

He was raised by his family to be well-nourished, fair-skinned, and tall.

Except for a mother who scolds her from time to time.

Although Mrs. Song is a little better, she has not yet reached the point of suicide.

Xin He sighed helplessly.

But speaking of which, it may be the reason why Songjia Village is located in the county, the reason why there is more land and less population, every household is completely self-sufficient, and there is still surplus food.

Even the years of famine were a little sad, but not to the point of gnawing at the roots.

The hill on the opposite side is actually not a mountain, but the location is higher.

There's a shallow pond here, and there's no room for play around.

But a group of little radish heads still had a lot of fun.

Maybe that's the fun of kids.

Xin He looked at it for a while and felt a little bored.

When he turned his head in boredom, Xin He suddenly fell in love with the pond not far away.

She broke a long branch and prepared to go to the river to see if she could catch some fish and shrimp.

It's a pity that Xin He thinks too much, but there are shrimps, but not to mention fish, even the small fish don't see a single one.

But Xin He was also very satisfied.

People in this era don't know how to make shrimp, and they think it's something that can't be eaten.

So there are a lot of shrimp in the pond.

Xin He poked the branches, weaved a simple net with rattan, and fished it down, and really fished out a basket full of shrimp.

She summoned the largest turnip head to continue picking up rattans, preparing to weave a larger basket.

When Xin He was very happy to catch baskets one by one, he suddenly remembered a ridiculous voice on his side.

"Sister Paraquat, do you know how to make shrimp?"

Xin He turned his head sideways, and saw Song Xiao holding his arms and looking at her, with some surprise on his face.

Looking at Song Xiao's appearance, he must also know that shrimp can be eaten.

However, what Xin He cares about is what Song Xiao calls her.

What the hell, Xin He can now think of the indescribable taste in his mouth when he hears the word paraquat, and suddenly wants to vomit again.

Suddenly, Xin He seemed to think of something, she looked at Song Xiao with a smile, and her tone was a little flat: "Sister reminds you, I am older than you, little brother, come and call my sister, I will listen." ”

Song Xiao snorted lightly: "Isn't it a day older than me, you are a ghost, you have the ability to grow as tall as me." ”

Xin He listened to Song Xiao's words and lowered his head silently.

Why is Song Xiao in this plane so naïve?

Is it really the reason why she is smaller than her?

Without waiting for Xin He to speak, Song Xiao also came to Xin He's side, he poked her arm, and looked curious: "Do you really know how to make shrimp?" Teach me? ”

Xin He glanced at him, did not speak, and continued to fish for the shrimp in the pond.

Song Xiao shook Xin He's arm, and his voice became arrogant: "It's a big deal, I won't call you Sister Paraquat, I'll call your name in the future, how about it?" ”

Xin He still didn't speak.