Song Shushu couldn't help but said unhappily: "It can't be sold for much in total, and the public account in the village can run rats, so can't it be entered into the public account!"

"Just a few of us have made a difference, and those guys are nesting at home one by one with big Bryukre, why should they eat ready-made!"

"Lao Hou is right!"

Lu Cao'er's delicate little mouth pouted, "It's okay to take a small advantage at ordinary times, how can you divide everything equally, the era of big pot rice has long passed!"

As soon as Hu Xiaolin was about to echo, Hu Li kicked him, glared at him and said, "What do you mean, you don't support my man!"

Hu Xiaolin rubbed his face bones, thought about it and said very seriously: "Village Chief Xiao Song is right!"

Lao Hou's shouting immediately aroused the unanimous consent of the other monsters.

Song Shushu also thought that the villages inhabited by these monsters were still under distant collective ownership, and the dare to love had already been subcontracted to households.

Song Shushu was so angry that he jumped to his feet, stepped on the brakes, turned his head and said angrily: "I'll keep it for myself to buy candy and eat it!"

"This can be had!" Lao Hou nodded with a deep face.

The other demons also agreed, and it was a matter of course.

Hu Li pursed her lips, and her delicate slap face was full of disdain, "Look at you, you are all so old, and you still count my man, is it not ashamed! Isn't it just that I am afraid that the village chief of Xiao Song will be poor, and you will have no place to eat in the future!"

The group of youkai just laughed and didn't say anything, as if they hadn't heard her.

Song Shushu felt so tired, really, big man, he walked around the stove every day, and he was afraid that he didn't even occupy half of the time for work.

drove the tractor back to the village, Song Shushu just wanted to reach out and unload something, but he was immediately stopped by Hu Xiaolin, and stuffed the fathead fish more than two feet long into his hand with a smile.

"Village Chief Xiao Song, just leave this kind of rough work to us, you go stew fish, and take a good rest by the way!"

"Don't forget to put some daylily in!" Brother Feng said lightly.

"I like to eat fungus!" exclaimed the old man.

"Chinese cabbage can't be missing," Lu Cao'er hurriedly followed and ordered.

Lu Dashu continued: "Don't you all eat vermicelli?"

Aunt Xiong's fat face like a steamed bun was reunited, and she said with a smile: "It's best to put some frozen tofu again!"

Song Shushu heard the end, the more mature and resolute face was about to be distorted, put some messy things, stew in a big pot like pig food, as long as you are willing, you can put the mouse medicine.

But it's too much to put frozen tofu, except for two broken TVs in the village, there is not even a flashlight, where can I find frozen tofu by myself.

There are still two pieces of tofu made by Aunt Xiong last time, and they have been stored in a cool place next to the water tank, and the temperature in that place can't be frozen no matter how low the temperature is.

Aunt Xiong hurriedly entered the house, took out the two pieces of tofu, a pair of fat hands with meat pits, holding the tofu, as the slightest cool air rose, the originally soft tofu began to form ice stubble.

In less than two minutes, the two pieces of tofu were frozen and hard, and there was a slight chill, as if they had just been taken out of liquid nitrogen!

Yes, Aunt Xiong's ability is better than any freezer or refrigerator, and if you put it in a hotter place in the south, you don't even need air conditioning.

It is estimated that they do not have the legendary ability to transmit sound for thousands of miles, otherwise, Wu Tiangui would not have come to him to borrow a phone at the beginning.

A big fat head, plus miscellaneous things, a big pot with twelve seals, stewed a big pot, this big fat head fish, but became a supporting role, only responsible for adding a little more fish flavor.

His meal has just been cooked here, and the bucket has already been sealed over there.

The monsters in the village are lazy, but they really use their magic power to do their work, and the efficient and sophisticated machinery and equipment do not have this speed.

There are still five baskets of persimmons contaminated by the smell of fish still on the tractor, as long as they are covered with grass, this purple-blue small berry with white frost, even if picked, can be stored for nearly a month.

I slept a little heavy and tired this night, and when I opened my eyes, sure enough, the pale yellow mountain beaver, was clumping into a ball of flesh, lying on his chest and sleeping soundly.

More than ten catties are pressed on the chest, and there is a ghost when you are not tired from sleeping, and there seems to be a little smell of blood, it should not be that the internal injuries were pressed out by this big wild cat.

In Julie's words, it is like to herself, reach out and touch it, the soft and smooth short hair of the big wild cat, especially comfortable.

This mountain fox named Rhubarb opened his mouth wide and yawned, changed his position, turned into four paws under him, lay on his chest with his belly, squinted his amber eyes and looked at him faintly, and glanced to the side from time to time.

Song Shushu subconsciously glanced at the pillow, then snorted in fright, jumped up all of a sudden, threw the mountain fox out, squatted on the windowsill and hissed at him, extremely unhappy.

Next to Song Shushu's pillow, there is a huge big mouse, this time it is a real mouse, not a water mouse.

The mouse's head was bitten to pieces, and his stiff legs were stretched out, and the blood was scattered across the side of his pillow, no wonder there was a smell of blood.

Hu Li was also woken up by his voice, staring at a pair of hazy eyes, she understood what was going on, and said with some jealousy: "Why does Rhubarb like you so much, it also catches rats for you to eat, and it always catches rats for me!"

Song Shushu looked at this round-headed and round-headed fox, and was a little confused at his hissing and haggling mountain beaver, he was going to be raised by a wild cat? No, no, I really can't afford to enjoy it.

He believes that this is because last time, he misunderstood and had a fight with this rhubarb, and it was taking revenge on himself.

"Go, go, I don't need a cat to keep it, and take your mouse away!"

Song Shushu picked up a broom and roared, drove the mountain civet out of the house, and threw the dead mouse far away, even if Lao Tzu is poor and starving to death, I don't need you to catch a wild cat to raise me.

I don't know if it's kind, or revenge of the mountain civet to drive away, hurriedly clean up, but also rush to the morning market to sell persimmons, last time he saw it, those who bought in the store, the price is lower than the morning market purchase, two cents per catty!

After a simple breakfast, Song Shushu drove the tractor, and Hu Li sat on the hub cover next to her as usual.

Song Shushu turned his head, and vaguely saw the huge body of the tiger roaring forest, a tiger pounced, and plunged into the potato field next to it, the half-human-high potato seedlings shook for a while, and the potato seedlings were on the top, and the green potato fruits crackled and fell down.

Potatoes are a strange edible tuber plant, like ordinary plants, they bloom, white, pink, purple, and blue, and flowers of any color bloom, and they will bear fruit after the flowers are gone.

After the fruit is ripe, most of them are purple-red, sour and astringent than sweet, there are fine seeds in it, it is said that this thing contains a large amount of solanine, eating too much will also cause poisoning and abdominal astringency, and severe cases will have cerebral edema! Fortunately, this thing looks good but not delicious!

However, knocking on the blackboard to draw the emphasis, the reproduction of potatoes does not depend on the fruit above the plant, but on the tubers in the soil.

Song Shushu, who has lived in the countryside and has also planted potatoes, every time he sees the fruit on the potato seedlings, he will have a very confused thought, what is the significance of this thing blossoming and bearing fruit?