Li Xiangyang said very firmly, but his body was tense, and he pinched a pencil in his hand at some point.

Everyone held their breath and waited for three breaths, and after three breaths, it was confirmed that Mo Zhenzhen had no other changes (such as turning into a ghost), and the stone suppressed in their hearts fell down.

The pencil in Li Xiangyang's hand suddenly disappeared, and Li Daniu's hand holding the cigarette pouch and pot also loosened.

After confirming that Mo Zhenzhen was a player, the tension on the old bachelor Li Feng's face receded, and after looking Mo Zhenzhen up and down, he sighed, and the ill will in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"A bean sprout ......"

As he said this, his eyes never left Mo Zhenzhen, and his gaze became more and more presumptuous.

Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, but she shrank as if she could really feel Li Xiangyang's ill-intentioned gaze, which aroused Li Xiangyang's interest more and more, but before Li Xiangyang could say anything, Aunt Li, who had not spoken, opened her mouth.

"Li Azhen, you came back just in time, let's go and cook."

Aunt Li looked at Mo Zhenzhen's gaze very coldly, with a condescending meaning, but she happened to relieve Mo Zhenzhen.

It's just that at the same time, her words are also rejecting Mo Zhenzhen from joining their small group of four.

Li Xiangyang, Li Daniu, and Li Feng did not refute, as if they acquiesced to Aunt Li's words.

Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, obediently opened the door and went out after listening to Aunt Li's words, and even closed the door again obediently after she left.

Looking at the closed wooden door, Mo Zhenzhen's eyes slid thoughtfully.

These four people should have passed the gas before, but no one explained it to her, but this time in and out, Mo Zhenzhen also had a lot of information.

For example, the pencil that suddenly appeared and disappeared in Li Xiangyang's hand was not like a magic trick, but a bit like it appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

Another example is Li Daniu's cigarette pouch and pot.

It is not abrupt to hold a cigarette bag and pot in his hand as Li Daniu, but there was a time when Su Zhenzhen was particularly short of money, and she almost wanted to go crazy thinking about money, and even her eyes would fall uncontrollably on the jewelry worn by the people around her.

Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen recognized it almost at a glance that the 'pot' of Li Daniu's cigarette pouch pot was not copper, but a 'golden pot' of not too high purity, and it was still an old object.

Combined with the information she had been exposed to before, it was not difficult for her to guess that it should be something like a prop or a skill.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't participate in their self-introduction, and she didn't know that there were old players among them, but after a look, Mo Zhenzhen could roughly analyze their personalities and identities.

……

The kitchen in this broken yard is still intact, with four walls and roofs, and the door is intact but there are no windows.

There was nothing in it except a brand-new iron pot, which was stuck in the rotten stove, which seemed deliberate and abrupt.

This big iron pot is very strange, but Mo You looked at the big iron pot and thought not about it, but thinking about it, what should she do to integrate into this village?

Mo Zhenzhen put the big basket on the dilapidated stove, and the old stove with mud bricks fell slag.

Without the cover of the basket, Mo Zhenzhen's abruptly erected belly was revealed.

Her belly bulged out of her stomach, and the curvature of the bulge was somewhat like that of a woman who was pregnant in four or five months.

She touched her bulging belly, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and she looked thoughtfully at the dilapidated stove.

……

There was nothing in the kitchen, so Mo Zhenzhen spent a lot of time cooking this meal.

But by the time she cooked the wild vegetables and went to call the others to eat, the four of them had long since disappeared.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't go out of her way to find them, and ate first.

She made two wooden sticks to make chopsticks, and without a bowl, she went directly into the big iron pot to fish for wild vegetables to eat.

To be honest, the taste of these wild vegetables is not very good, and some of them are very old, and even after cooking them for a long time, they still feel like they can't bite into them.

Moreover, wild vegetables are bitter, and they are a little 'refreshing' when eaten in one or two bites, and if you eat too much, you feel that the root of your tongue is also bitter, and you are extremely unappetizing.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't change the color of the noodles she ate, and she didn't stop after a big pot of unpalatable wild vegetables.

Touching her bulging belly, Mo Zhenzhen burped expressionlessly, then covered the lid of the iron pot, put the two small wooden sticks properly, and began to work.

Those four people should have gone to the village to inquire about the news, but Mo Zhenzhen knew but didn't plan to join.

It's not that she doesn't pay attention to the task of finding songs, but what the owner of the house, Mr. Hong, said that the rule of no OOC aroused Mo Zhenzhen's attention to 'home'.

The appearance of all sub-personalities is the existence of the main personality after the emotions of the main personality have reached a certain extreme, and Mo Zhenzhen is no exception.

Mo Zhenzhen is calm and strong, good at solving problems, involution, will actively make money to support his family, steady and steady.

All of Mo Zhenzhen's characteristics revolve around the 'home', and when the 'home' does not exist or is crumbling, she will instinctively build a 'home'.

It's like a bird's homing attribute, it's an innate instinct.

Usually, Mo Zhenzhen can consciously restrain herself, but now she is obviously not restrained.

……

Mo Zhenzhen first dealt with the half-human-tall weeds in the yard.

There was a small hoe in her big basket, which Mo Zhenzhen had used to dig a basket of wild vegetables in the mountains, and now it was just used to clean up the weeds in this yard.

I don't know how many years these weeds have grown, the new grass covers the old grass, and there are more dead yellow weeds than new green weeds, and it is not easy to clean up the dense turns.

But Mo Zhenzhen is ruthless, obviously the first time to do this kind of thing, she can do it handy, the force of the small hoe is also fast and ruthless, as soon as the hoe goes down, the weeds will be cut up together with the roots.

Mo Zhenzhen waved a small hoe while throwing the weeds that had been dug out into a piece.

She looked like a small bulldozer, and in a few moments she cleared a small clearing.

And then she planed and planed, and she dug out something else.

First it was a rusty, rotten sickle with a wooden handle, then a hoe, and at the base of the wall she found two stacks of dirty bowls, and a clay pot that looked fairly intact.

There was something black mud at the bottom of the pot, and there was a knuckle-length incense mixed in the black mud.

Mo Zhenzhen stretched out her hand and picked at the incense, but the thing had already fused with the black mud, and only a little resemblance was still retained, so as soon as Mo Zhenzhen picked it, this thing was erased.

These bowls and clay pots are a bit strange, although they are a little stolen, but they are not broken, and for such a family with four walls, it should not be placed under the inconspicuous wall to lay mud, but should be used in the kitchen.

It's strange no matter how you look at it.

Mo Zhenzhen was puzzled in her heart, but she didn't stop her work, and pondered in her heart while weeding.

After the grass pile was removed out of the yard, the potholes were flattened, Mo Zhenzhen looked at the broken wall, and prepared to find some yellow mud and drop some mud bricks to mend the wall.

Mo Zhenzhen is a man of action, she doesn't have a basket at home, she can only take her big basket and run to the river.

She had come back from the woods near the village, and had crossed the village without seeing anyone, but this time she went out with a basket and saw a group of laughing children.

There were five or six of the children, and the first was a little girl with a bun.

The little girl was holding a paper windmill in her hand, and the paper windmill whirred and whirred as she ran.