Just eating and eating.

The six-year-old junior, who hadn't finished half of the meal, suddenly put down the grilled fish in his hand, looked at Feng Jiuli with his black eyes, and muttered, "That...... Ninth sister, can I stop eating? ”

"Huh? Why? ”

Feng Jiuli raised his eyebrows with some confusion and asked casually.

The others also looked at her intently.

In full view.

Xiao Si lowered his head slightly embarrassed, and explained in a thin voice: "I...... I want to bring the rest of the grilled fish back to my mother, she has never eaten anything like this. ”

"If she eats it, she will definitely get better." There was a hint of joy and hope in her tone.

Yes.

Xiao Si came to the old, weak, sick and disabled tribe with his sick mother, and he is also the most filial child, and he will think about his mother when he has anything delicious.

As soon as this remark came out.

All the radish heads also stopped eating, put down the grilled fish in their hands one after another, and said in a gossipy voice: "Ninth sister, I don't want to eat it either, I want to leave the rest of the grilled fish for the eldest mother." ”

"I want to leave it to the third uncle, he is the best for me."

"Me too."

……

One by one, they said the names of the people in the tribe.

Hearing this, Feng Jiuli was not only relieved that they were so sensible at a young age, but also felt a little sorry for their sensibility, the children of poor families were already in charge.

Alas.

Feng Jiuli sighed lightly, and then looked at them with pity: "What a group of good children, they can think of others if they have delicious things." But don't worry, after a while, Sister Jiu will take Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba to the lake to catch a few more big white fish and go back, so as to ensure that everyone in the tribe has something to eat! ”

"So you can eat with an open stomach and we'll take the rest of the grilled fish back, okay? Of course, don't eat too much, lest you break your stomach. ”

"Okay."

"Thank you, Sister Nine!"

All the turnip heads were smiling like flowers, followed by a cheerful feast.

Apparently.

The big white fish still weighed a little, so the younger children didn't finish it. Feng Jiuli wrapped the leftover grilled fish tightly with large banana leaves, and this was the end of the matter.

As for fishing?

They don't plan to leave the lake yet, so there's no hurry.

There is another thing that is more important than fishing.

"Come on, come on, everyone come here, line up, I'll cut your hair one by one." Feng Jiuli, who said he would do it, beckoned to the radish heads and asked them to stand in order from small to large.

Yes.

She'd long since seen their exploding heads unpleasant! So frizzy, dirty, and full of lice, it's disgusting!

Of course, in the same way, she also saw that her explosive head was not pleasing to the eye.

Cut your hair?

The radish heads were a little dazed and didn't understand what it meant, but they still lined up obediently, and then looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"When you're cutting your hair, don't move, don't move anyway, you know?" Feng Jiuli said with a straight face, otherwise the sharp scissors would easily hurt them.

"Yes."

The turnip heads continued to nod their heads in confusion.

Until—

After Feng Jiuli was mentally prepared to catch the lice and jump dirty hair with her bare hands, she pulled out the three-year-old Xiaoyi who was at the front with one hand and asked him to sit upright in front of her.

The other hand picked up the sharp scissors beside him.

Wow.

Feng Jiuli hadn't started to do it yet, and when she saw her raise the scissors, Xiao Yi cried out loudly, and struggled while crying: "Woo woo...... Ninth Sister ...... I was wrong...... I shouldn't be greedy...... Eat to support your stomach...... I was really wrong...... You don't cut my ......"

"Woo woo woo~"

The tears rained down again and again, and the tears flickered, so pitiful.

Feng Jiuli is a black line, what is this, isn't it just a haircut, as for crying like this! She was a little speechless.

But seeing him struggling, the sharp scissors inevitably hurt him, so I had to let him go.

Xiao Yi got up as relieved, and quickly spread his little feet and ran away.

He hid behind Uncle Lame, and it took him a while to poke out his little black face with tears still remaining, and he looked at her and the scissors in her hand with palpitations.

But after facing Shangfeng Jiuli's dark and deep gaze, he was so frightened that he retracted his little head.

It was as if she were a terrible beast of the flood.

Feng Jiuli was so made by his reaction that she couldn't laugh or cry, and when she looked at it, she realized that except for Xiao Yi, the other radish heads had also taken a step back, some distance away from her.

There was also a look of horror in his eyes.

Feng Jiuli looked down at the sharp scissors in his hand, and suddenly understood that they were afraid of this thing. He frowned slightly, but didn't want to explain anything.

Feng Jiuli raised his eyes, looked around at the expressions of the radish heads, looked at them one by one, and asked word by word: "You guys, do you believe in the ninth sister?" ”

Don't wait for them to answer.

Feng Jiuli said solemnly: "If you believe the words of the ninth sister, stand up and let the ninth sister cut your hair; If you don't believe it, just treat it as if the ninth sister doesn't exist! ”

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

……

About three minutes passed.

There was still silence all around, no one was silent, only the birdsong of nature.

Feng Jiuli hooked the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly, and his smile was slightly bitter.

To say that it is not lost is false.

She is dedicated to the good of the little radish heads, but in the end, their trust in herself is still not enough to withstand the fear of scissors.

Feng Jiuli could understand the fear in their hearts, and he could really understand it, but deep down he would still feel lost and sad.

"Forget it!"

Feng Jiuli stood up, and didn't want to force them anymore.

That's when it happened.

With his fists clenched tightly and the boldest Hachi, he stood up: "Believe!" I believe in Sister Nine! The ninth sister helped me cut my hair. Saying that, he sat down in front of Feng Jiuli.

Although—

He was terrified of the sharp scissors, for they had all seen how powerful they were—they had cut through the flesh of Uncle Lame's feet.

But no matter what, he believes in the ninth sister.

The ninth sister won't harm him!

As the saying goes, if there is one, there are two. After the bold Xiaoba stood up, the silent Xiaoqi also stood up, and then the bright Xiaoliu stood up......

Ultimately.

Even the crybaby Xiaoyi, who was crying a lot before, also stood up under the pull of Uncle Lame, and said loudly: "We believe in Sister Jiu!" ”

"Sister Nine helps us cut our hair!"

This time.

In addition to fear, there is more conviction in their eyes!

Feng Jiuli, who was originally lost, finally felt a little relieved, and then quickly straightened his face again: "Okay, since you believe me, you can't retreat like you did just now, but do what you say!" ”

"Can you?"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.