Chapter 25: The Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Peasant Girl 1

"Meow~~ Failed to return! Meow~~ The system is chaotic, and it is impossible to connect to the school positioning, and now send the host directly to the next plane! Meow~~ System failure,There is no plot assistance for the time being.,Please ask the host to ask for more blessings~~~"

Jiang Qingtong: "...... May I say a word? If I'm not mistaken, this is an interstellar spatial rift, Cuihua, you're going to kill the master! ”

"Meow ~ host, come on! It's in place in no time! Hold on, believe you can win! After Cuihua finished speaking, the whole cat shrank in Jiang Qingtong's arms, Jiang Qingtong only felt that his eyes were dark, and then the whole person was in the interstellar, constantly spinning.

"I haven't felt this way in years!" Jiang Qingtong muttered a few words, and the whole person lost consciousness!

When he woke up again, Jiang Qingtong found himself lying in a thatched hut that leaked everywhere, Jiang Qingtong sat up, looked around, and then his eyes fell on his little feet: "This..." She raised her hand and looked at the thin little hand, as well as a patched rag clothes: "This is ancient times?"

Cuihua, you get up for me, what kind of broken task are you taking? It's clear, you see..."

"Meow! This plane has nothing to do with me! It's the host's initiative! ”

"What? How is it possible, I have no masochistic tendencies! ”

"Meow!" With a wave of the cuihua cat's paws, Jiang Qingtong's figure in the previous plane instantly appeared on the screen: "I'd rather go farming!" ”

Jiang Qingtong's face was black: ".... So, what about the plot? ”

"Meow~ I said, because of the system failure, there is no plot assistance for the time being, please host farm in situ temporarily! Wait for the system to be repaired! ”

Jiang Qingtong: "..."

"Erya, are you up? Get up, and we'll go to the ground! ”

Jiang Qingtong got up from the thatched house with a black line on his face, Erya, she turned out to be called Erya!

A middle-aged woman with tanned skin, carrying a sickle, walked into the thatched house: "Erya, is it better to rest for a while?" ”

Jiang Qingtong didn't know what the original owner's temperament was, so he just nodded.

The middle-aged woman was relieved: "Erya, my mother also feels sorry for you and wants you to rest, but the food in the field can't wait, the old people in the village have said, this weather, there will be heavy rain in three days, if you don't finish harvesting the crops, they will all rot in the ground!" You just hold on, and when the grain is harvested, I'll let you rest for a few more days! ”

Jiang Qingtong, isn't it Wang Erya now, she nodded: "Let's go!" ”

"Hey! You take that scythe, that one is smaller, lighter! The middle-aged woman pointed to the sickle in the corner of the courtyard.

Wang Erya walked to the corner of the wall and held the sickle in her hand, I don't know if it was the memory of the original owner, she felt a sense of familiarity as soon as she picked it up!

On the same day, Wang Erya followed the mother of the original owner to cut wheat for a day, tired and had a sore back, and when she walked back home, she found Cuihua lying on her thatched bed with her belly exposed!

Wang Erya looked at the fat cat's appearance, and her anger didn't come out, "You get up for me!" ”

"Meow~~" Cuihua was a spirit, turned over and did it!

Jiang Qingtong lay on the straw bed weakly, thinking that she had once dominated the interstellar world.... Now it has been reduced to harvesting wheat??! "I'll limit you to a stick of incense and give me the plot! Or I'll kill you! ”

"Dididi~Β·Host's mental power is overrun!" Cuihua felt the surging spiritual power of the person in front of her, and shivered unconsciously, how could this be? It obviously chose a host that had taken shit luck, just to be able to hang the host, but now... Cuihua's eyes were filled with horror.

Almost instinctively, a flattering smile suddenly appeared on its face: "Host, if you're tired for a day, why don't you try Benmeow's special service, massage!" ”

Wang Erya glared at it, and Cuihua hurriedly stretched out a pair of her fleshy little paws and kept beating them on Wang Erya's back.