Halfway through, a little gray milk dog who had just reached the full moon came up, biting the light pants of the mat and not letting go, it chewed with relish, it should be grinding its teeth.

As soon as she walked, the puppy hung on it, curled up with his feet, occasionally rubbed the ground, borrowed strength, and retracted again, Luo Li looked anxious, bent down and pulled the puppy down, he moved very lightly, afraid of hurting it, the little thing thought that people were easy to bully, and bit the corner of his clothes, as if to stick to it.

"There are a lot of dogs in the village, one litter at a time, almost every family has one for them, and they are used to watch the family care home or something, and when they are older, they can be sold for money." He explained.

Xi Qing looked at one person and one dog, one pulled, and the other glued up, always feeling that this scene was a little familiar, something flashed in his mind, but nothing was kept.

"It's fine." She chuckled lowly, like a clear spring touching, the clearer it sounded.

Luo Li finally successfully ripped the puppy off, glanced at it with a wary gaze, and stood between it and the woman to prevent the little guy from sticking to the seat again.

"It's lively and interesting, so it's better to be raised." She suggested.

"You like dogs?"

"I haven't raised it, you can try it."

"Then I'll come here tomorrow to discuss." He looked at the little greyhound with a much softened gaze: "I have it at home." ”

"How old are you?"

"It's so high." As he walked, he gestured a height on his thighs: "In the village, it's the biggest." ”

"Why don't you sell it?" She stepped over a small puddle and stepped on the hay.

"My little sister likes it, but she says that she has been raised for a long time, and she is reluctant." As the two spoke, they passed by a mulberry tree, on which there were still some fruits scattered around, all of which were hung on high places, and the lower ones were picked, and there were black and purple flesh on the ground, which attracted many small flying insects.

She just raised her eyes for a moment, and it happened that the wind blew, and several fell down, and she stretched out and caught one, and the crimson and purple fruits were full, and they were squeezed together one by one, and she took them in them, and walked forward.

Along the way, many people looked at this place curiously, most of them were staring at women, Xi Qing was very beautiful, beautiful and refined, and the slightly upturned phoenix eyes flowed, the soft light was fine, like the moon in the water, bright and illusory.

"Big baby, who is this?" An aunt walked out with a dustpan in her arms, and she rhythmically dusted the rice, and a lot of rice husks floated out.

Luo Li had a smile on his face, and said with some pride: "Aunt Lan, she is a new teacher in our village, teaching and educating people, she will take office in a few days, and everyone will know each other." ”

"Oops." The woman sighed from her heart, she stopped the action of dusting rice, and her old face was full of joy: "Hello teacher, the babies in our village have to count on you, and when you go to class, I will also go and see." ”

The people here have a lot of respect for their teachers, and in their eyes, Xi Qing is like a god and the hope of the next generation.

The woman smiled decently, didn't say anything, and followed Luo Li to the back village under the admiring gaze of the villagers.

In the innermost part of the village, a girl was grinding soy milk under a persimmon tree, she was small, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a rope hanging from her shoulder.

She circled around the stone mill, occasionally pouring water into the hole above, and then the rattling of soy milk flowed down from the cracks in the stones, pooled into the sink, and finally flowed through the notch into a red plastic bucket.

A big yellow dog, lying next to the stone mill and sticking out his tongue, flicking his ears from time to time.