Jiang Ping'an lit a cigarette.

He took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and muttered:

"I have visited Nantai Commune in the countryside several times before, so there should be nothing left."

"So I'm just trying my luck now, and it doesn't matter if I can buy something or not."

Qin Huairu frowned and said, "Since you can't purchase many things, then don't go, aren't you tired of running around?" ”

"You don't understand this, you don't have to get involved in the affairs of the old man!" Jiang Ping'an glanced at her and said.

He actually wanted to see if the family that kept the bees was there.

If you are here, you can buy some bees to keep in the space.

"Okay, then I'll go cook first, and you should get up early." Chun Huairu smiled and said.

In the morning, I ate wowotou and polenta.

Qin Huairu really did what he said, and put away the white flour and rice early in the morning.

"The stick noodles you brought this time are very delicate, made into a nest, and the taste is no worse than white noodles." Qin Huairu said with a smile.

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said, "Then you can eat more." ”

"Don't just make wowotou, you can also make some muffins, pancakes, hair cakes, flower rolls and the like, and eat them separately."

Qin Huairu thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes, I'll just eat it tightly." ”

"Okay, I'm fine at home anyway, when Jingru comes over, I'll make some muffins with her first."

Then, she was suddenly stunned and wondered: "It's strange to say, Jingru didn't come to play yesterday." ”

"I was busy with the hygiene of the house yesterday, taking a shower, washing clothes and washing sheets, but I forgot about her."

Jiang Ping'an glanced at her and said, "You are allowed to do hygiene and laundry at home, but she is not allowed to wash it?" ”

"I came back last year and passed by her house and saw her drying clothes."

Qin Huairu nodded, and said with a smile: "Also, it's rare to have good weather these days, and every household is washing clothes and drying quilts." ”

Had breakfast.

Jiang Ping'an pushed his bicycle out and went straight to Nantai Commune.

……

Nantai Commune, Jiuxiang Village.

At the east end of the village, seven or eight children were beating stick terriers in the snow.

"Tell you to peep at our hens, and I'll kill you!"

A teenager pressed the head of the stick terrier, hit and pinched, and cursed non-stop.

"Your grandma scolded me for being a brute, I can't scold her for being an old brute, can't I beat you a** boy?"

Another kid, about the same age as the Stick Terrier, scolded and kicked the Stick Terrier's ass.

Not to be outdone, the remaining children were filled with righteous indignation, punching and kicking stick terriers, and scolding while beating.

"Let you sue us, beat, beat, if you don't beat him, he will sue us!"

"He pulled me, I'm going to beat him to death!"

"He also stole our sweet potatoes to eat, he is a thief, and he must not be forgiven!"

"He learned our dog to drink water, and it scared our dog!"

"He still eats boogers, it's disgusting!"

"He still eats, and I look at it squarely, and he vomits......"

“……”

The crowd gossiped, beat the stick and screamed, and killed people and punished their hearts, talking about his embarrassment while beating.

"Woo, you wait, I'll definitely sue my grandma, woo!" The stick terrier was heartbroken and howled and cried.

At this time, the thief saint has not awakened his domineering posture, and when he is beaten, he will only cry.

On the side of the road, Jiang Ping'an held back a smile and almost convulsed.

When he couldn't help it, he yelled, "Hey! Stop those little bunnies, or I'll call you an adult! ”

When the children heard the shouting, they were stunned at the same time, turned their heads to look at Jiang Ping'an, and showed surprised smiles.

"Brother Ping An is here! Brother Ping An is here! ”

The children cheered, threw stick stalks, and came over to chirp around Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an laughed, rubbing the child's head for a while, and pinching the child's face for a while.

"It's all gone, go home quickly, or wait for Grandma Terrier to find you!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran, scattered in a panic, and went straight back to their homes to seek refuge.

Jiang Ping'an was overjoyed.

It seems that Jia Zhang's family has not been idle since he arrived in the countryside, and his skills have reached the point where children stop crying.

The stick terrier sat on the ground and hadn't left yet.

His hair was unkempt, his face was covered in mud, and he looked miserable with countless scars and blood.

The padded jacket and pants on his body were even more soaked with snow, dirty and cold, and he shivered from the cold.

After seeing Jiang Ping'an, he stared blankly, moved his lips, and held back for a long time before he said: "Uncle Ping'an."

Jiang Ping'an smiled and nodded, and then said:

"Take me to your grandma!"

Jia Zhang is living a hard life, if he doesn't go over to take a look, he will always not be able to meet the expectations in his heart.

Hearing this, the stick terrier stumbled to his feet and walked slowly ahead to lead the way.

Jiang Ping'an saw his languishing appearance and asked:

"Terrier, how many hungry have you had?"

"I drank some stick porridge at noon last year, woo woo ......"

The stick terrier was very aggrieved and cried again.

Jiang Ping'an smiled secretly.

After thinking about it, he took out a pea-sized maltose and handed it over, and said:

"Eat quickly, don't let your grandmother know, or she'll rob you."

"Uh-huh!" The stick terrier nodded vigorously, took the candy and immediately threw it into his mouth, and then thanked:

"Thank you, Uncle Ping'an, you are the best for me in the whole courtyard!"

Jiang Ping'an smiled: "Knowing that I am good to you, just hide it in your heart." ”

"Don't let people know, or I won't give you something delicious in the future."

"Mmmm, I won't tell anyone!" The stick terrier gritted his teeth and reassured.

This kid is smart when he is young.

If anyone is good to him, he will do his best.

Don't think that the stick terrier really listens to Jiang Ping'an's words.

He was secretly beaten a lot by Jiang Ping'an since he was a child, and he had a shadow in his heart, and he was very well-behaved when he saw Jiang Ping'an.

So.

Jiang Ping'an often talks about the cleverness of the stick terrier, but he also knows that if he is disobedient, he will be beaten, which is really unexpected.

Even more unexpected.

Jiang Ping'an often beats the stick terrier, not only does this kid not hold grudges, but gets closer to him, which is really weird.

"My grandma doesn't hurt me, doesn't let me eat enough, woo woo ......"

The stick terrier was sad and sad, and cried to Jiang Ping'an.

"My mother doesn't hurt me either, she doesn't care about me if she throws it, I hate her to death!"

"My dad is even more hateful, eating and drinking spicy food in the city, driving me to the countryside to suffer."

"Later, when I grew up, I also drove him to the countryside and let him live a hard life."

Jiang Ping'an felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.

This kid has been vicious since he was a child, and he is simply a natural white-eyed wolf.

"Well, the terrier is really sensible!" Jiang Ping'an praised it.

"But you can only say these things to me, and you don't want to talk about them everywhere."

"If you let your grandma and parents know, they will not only beat you, but they will also not give you good food."

The stick terrier nodded again and again, and replied: "I only tell Uncle Ping'an these words in my heart, and no one else will tell me!" ”

"What a sensible and good boy!"

Jiang Ping'an touched the back of the stalk's head and praised it with a smile.

When the stick terrier heard this, he was very happy, and jumped in front of him to lead the way.

Soon, Jiang Ping'an was taken to the ruins of a house by a stick terrier.

Jiang Ping'an frowned, wondering in his heart, why did the stick terrier bring him here?

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a straw shed in a hidden corner, and couldn't help but think:

"No, Jia Zhang's family lives in a grass hut with a stick terrier?"