"As long as Mo Ling eats meat, he has strength." The monk got up and said.

"Then come with us up the hill, and when we catch a hare, we will eat meat at night." Hongmei said.

"Really?" The monk's voice was full of anticipation, like that of a child.

"Really, we ate hares yesterday, I heard Qiao Niang say that there are pheasants on the mountain, and they will be yours until the night." Su Yunxi walked back to the hall and said to Mo Ling: "If you catch it, I will make you yellow stewed chicken and braised rabbit meat when you come back in the evening." ”

"The craftsmanship of our young lady is not something that ordinary people can taste." Hongmei immediately echoed her little county lord.

"Then I'll go, let me do whatever I want." The monk immediately stepped forward with an excited look on his face.

"Is this still a monk? When I saw him in the market today, he was quite dignified, and at this moment, he was like a child. Aunt Yang chuckled, and after speaking, she took a bundle of straw rope from the kitchen, handed it to Qiao Niang, and said, "What about the three of them, just cut some more and come back, just to build a bed for the monk." ”

"Okay, mother." Qiao Niang nodded, very happy.

In the past, she went up the mountain alone, and she had to avoid the wolf-like eyes of the men in the village, and she didn't dare to go deep into the mountains, but only picked up some branches halfway up the mountainside, so that it took several days to pick up enough bundles, and to make beds to make branches, to make fences to use branches, and even to make a fire, it was best to use branches, but because she didn't dare to go higher, the firewood at home was always not enough.

The three of them went out together, and the group of people in the village followed all the way, asking questions all the way.

"Oh, is this monk really going to live in your house? Is this appropriate? ”

"Look at this monk, he is really handsome, why did he come to the Yang family with him?"

A few lewd-looking men followed, laughing and talking.

"What's the matter with you? It's really mouthy. Hongmei turned her head, stared at those people coldly, and said, "A big man, who doesn't do serious things all day long with his sleeves up, knows that chewing the root of his tongue is really annoying to watch." ”

"Oh, this little girl is really good-mouthed!" Several men looked at each other and immediately glared at each other.

"Amitabha, several, Hongmei is right, if you follow like this again, it will be really annoying, and the monks are already starting to get impatient." Mo Ling turned around, made a Buddha salute, and then looked at a few men.

These men in their thirties are all singles, Qingshui Town is the poorest town in Yanchi, and Yangjiazhuang is the poorest village in Qingshui Town, so singles abound in the village, if it weren't for Aunt Yang's fierceness, this Qiao Niang wouldn't go out to talk to people, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to get a good deal.

There are really a lot of men lying on the wall of Yang's house all day long, staring at the door.

"Heh, you are a monk with two little women, will you do something unruly, we have to keep an eye on it, what's the matter, Qiao Niang is also from our Yangjia Village." Several men laughed, not paying any attention to the foreign monk.

Hongmei turned her head to look at the monk who was left behind, and she shouted: "Monk, let's go, don't pay attention to them, it's late to go up the mountain, and there is no meat to eat at night." ”

"It's coming!" As soon as she heard that there was no meat to eat, Mo Ling was shocked, and immediately turned around and walked forward.

"Hey, the monk eats meat, it's really a flower monk, hahaha!" When a few people heard this, they laughed and followed.