After doing this, the little ghost is satisfied.

It bared its teeth happily, then turned around and floated to the kitchen, and after a lot of searching through the cabinets, it finally found a jar full of rice in the corner, and then, it looked around again, and saw a bag of rice.

It happily poured the rice in the rice bowl into the bag, and did not pour all the rice in the rice bowl until the rice bag was eighty percent full.

The little ghost happily stuffed the rice bag into its large body like rags, and a white rice bag disappeared into the air in an instant.

When he finished walking through the wall, the little ghost didn't grasp the direction well, and he actually went into the pigsty of Mrs. Qian's house.

A big fat pig with white flowers was lying on his stomach in a straw pile and snoring.

When the little ghost saw that he had actually entered the pigsty, his heart was suddenly angry.

Mrs. Qian's pigs are not good things, just like the people in Mrs. Qian's family.

How could it have encountered the reason of not cleaning up, it was about to blow it into quick-frozen meat with another breath of cold air, and its cheeks were bulging, but it suddenly thought of a better way.

Swinging its rag-like body, it instantly became several times larger than when it saw the wind.

It shook the elongated rags and silently rolled the fat pig into its own rags.

Then, the big fat pig with white flowers who was sleeping soundly disappeared directly out of thin air.

The little ghost glanced at the pigsty that left no trace, and the somewhat hideous rag face smiled even more terrifyingly, the owner of this gift should be happy, right?

Heck, how could it be so smart to think of such a good gift?

Finally, Huo Huo finished the old lady's house, it grinned, turned around and walked through the wall.

The wind outside was stronger, and the rain had turned into hail, smashing on the thatch on the roof, Wang Jiao might have been really sleepy, she just turned over and fell asleep again in a daze.

As soon as the little ghost floated back to Wang Jiao's side, what he saw was the back of her head.

It was a little disappointed and couldn't share it with its owner right away, it had just gone to Mrs. Qian's house to do great things.

However, this did not affect its good mood at this time.

It added some firewood to the fire in Wang Jiao's room, and then it got into the space.

In the second half of the night, Wang Jiao was woken up by hunger, the egg cake soup at night was really delicious, but she was really not hungry, if it weren't for the steamed buns sent by Zhao Taohua for a while, it is estimated that she would have been awakened by hunger a long time ago.

She just got out of the bed and asked for a bowl of beef noodle soup in the space.

On the table, a bowl of fragrant and steaming beef noodle soup makes people very appetizing just by smelling it.

Wang Jiao directly started with chopsticks in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, although there was still a wound in the palm, but this could not resist the strong hunger in her abdomen.

The little ghost also immediately ran out of the space and stood guard for Wang Jiao.

Then he added enough firewood to the fire.

By this time it was already snowing outside.

Wang Jiao ate a little slowly because of the injury on her palm, and before she finished eating a bowl of noodles, she heard a small voice in the hall.

She was afraid that the beef noodle soup would be discovered, so she immediately asked the little ghost to put the rest into the space, and quickly fanned the room a few times with his enlarged rag body, fanning away the fragrance of the beef noodle soup remaining in the room.

Seeing that the little ghost had done this, Wang Jiao let out a sigh and got into the quilt again.

"Brother, you can also add some sugar, boiled water is not hungry."

"Drink it yourself, I don't like this."

"Liar, why didn't you say you didn't like to drink before? Don't worry, Sister Da Niu still has it, I have a lot of hidden, several spoonfuls. ”

“…… Well...... Then add a little bit to me...... A little bit is enough, enough, enough, too much, you add more to yourself, and keep the rest for the big girl, and she can make sugar water for a while when she is hungry. ”

"Well, keep it..... brother, I secretly went to see the rice jar at night, and there was not a grain of rice, it was really ruthless over there."

“…… We're all hungry, and the big girl should be hungry too, Xiaohao, you go and see if she's asleep, if she wakes up, I'll help her make sugar water and send it, if she doesn't wake up, you come out quietly, don't make her sleep. ”

"Hmm."

When Wang Jiao heard this, she knew that Qian Hao was going to enter the house, so she hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Qian Hao gently pushed open the door and observed Wang Jiao on the bed for a while, and found that she seemed to be asleep, so he gently opened the door again and retreated.

"Brother, Sister Da Niu is asleep."

"Well, then go to bed early, there is no rice at home, I have to get up early tomorrow and help my father go to the stone mill at the head of the village to grind rice."

The two of them staggered back to their rooms.

It's all to the point where I'm so hungry that I get up in the middle of the night to drink boiled water to satisfy my hunger, it seems that life at home is very difficult, and there are a lot of things in her space, but it's also a problem to take them out without being suspected.

Wang Jiao was lying on the bed thinking about it, and there was no better way.

The sound of falling snow on the roof, for a while, was like a gentle lullaby, and after a while, Wang Jiao fell asleep in a daze.

The snow fell heavily in the second half of the night, and as soon as the people who got up first in Yaoqian Village in the morning opened the door of the house, they saw that it was snow-white outside.

The wind had stopped, and the snowflakes were still falling, quietly, as if it were another world.

Qian Dacheng also got up very early in the morning, because yesterday Qian Ercheng took away all the rice at home, and he had to carry the family's rice to the stone mill at the head of the village to grind it.

Qian Jun also got up early in the morning, took the tools he needed, and went out after Qian Dacheng.

They had to get the rice out quickly, because their porridge this morning was about to come out of the rice they were carrying.

The stone mill that had been frozen overnight had some shafts, and when Qian Dacheng pushed it, the stone plate made a creaking and grinding sound, which was a little harsh in the silent air.

Qian Jun swept the grains into the small holes of the stone mill with a broom, and the grains were crushed to reveal the white rice, and then rolled into the stone trough below.

When half of the bags of rice were half-ground, the people in the village got up one after another.

Qian Dacheng glanced at the remaining rice, thinking about Zhao Qiuyue's statement last night that she would take Wang Jiao to the town to catch the market today, so he said to Qian Hao: "Dajun, you send the rice back first, let your mother cook first, and your sister will go to the town to catch the market today." ”

Although there is a thick layer of snow on the ground now, the end of the year is approaching, and it is the busiest few days of the market in the town, and those who rush to the market and set up stalls will not stop going out because of today's heavy snowfall.

Qian Jun glanced at the heavy snow that was still falling, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, and prepared to go home with a small half bag of rice on his back.