Chapter 53 Pickle Porridge

Author: Seven taels of broken silver

Chapter 53 Pickle Porridge

What little children cannot do, older children can do.

Even though Ji Huai looked only three or four years older than Miaomiao, the words coming out of his mouth sounded particularly credible. To this end, Cheng Miaomiao also contributed his own small backpack.

In order to prevent the flying squirrel from running away, Cheng Miaomiao even secretly used her magical power to transform a chain and put it around its neck.

The two of them successfully smuggled the small basket to Dr. Zeng's house next door, and agreed to think of a way to punish it tonight, and then discuss the specific punishment measures during the day tomorrow.

When Momonga finally woke up from the dizziness, he saw Ji Huai's interested eyes and the fact that he was tied up.

It rolled its eyes: "!!!"

Shushu, I am going to hell today!

With the cold moonlight shining into the house from the window, Ji Huai could not miss the look in his eyes that became panicked as soon as he woke up. He was very smart and humane, as if he understood his current situation.

Momonga tried to struggle, but suddenly found that there was a golden chain around his neck.

This chain is full of the breath of the mountain god.

Not to mention running away, it can't even keep its limbs from trembling now. Its ears are folded in fear and it is lying on the ground shivering. God be damned, it is really just greedy!

Ji Huai poked its body with the stick, as if he was playing with a trivial toy.

I don't know whether Dr. Zeng's medicine took effect or he was stimulated by the strange flying squirrel today. Some vague impressions appeared in his mind. The world should be so beautiful and strange.

This is right.

That's how it should be.

Ji Huai used a stick to lift its head, scratched it along its neck to its abdomen, smiled lightly, and said, "You understand what I'm saying, right? Just nod your head, don't you have to open your intestines now."

Momonga's pupils vibrated: "!"

Momonga nodded with tears in his eyes, "Yes, yes, Shushu, I understand!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Ji Huai threw away the stick with satisfaction, pinched the skin of the back of its neck and put it into a small backpack. He lowered his eyes and said, "Miaomiao will be unhappy if you run away, so just stay there."

Otherwise, there is nothing Ji Huai can do.

It's just that if you don't have the confidence, you don't need to show it.

…

The next day, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the house.

In the spacious and empty house, only a layer of bamboo mat was spread on the floor. Cheng Miaomiao slept alone with her back stretched out. When the sunlight reflected on her face through the window, she realized that it was a bit dazzling.

She slowly sat up from the bamboo mat and rubbed her eyes in confusion.

There was nothing around him. Cheng Miaomiao stood up and walked outside with her straw sandals. She was stunned when she saw the scene outside. There were three or four rectangular things similar to bamboo mats spread in front of the house, and they were covered with golden millet.

Cheng Erlang and Ye Ning were surprisingly still at home at this moment.

Cheng Miaomiao had a strong curiosity about things she had never seen before. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran over and asked, "Mom and dad, what is this?"

"This is called a bamboo mat, specially used for drying rice."

Cheng Erlang rubbed his daughter's head with his hands, making her hair even more messy because she woke up from sleep.

He retracted his hand with some guilt, then pointed to the rake-like tool with a wooden handle in his hand, and introduced by the way: "This is called a leveling rake. It is used to level the grain pile and spread the grain evenly on the mat.

Turn it on the ground and dry it in the sun for two or three days and it will be fine."

The bamboo mat was laid because the ground was muddy and dirty, and to prevent sand from getting mixed into the rice.

These are really great tools for people!

Cheng Miaomiao sighed in admiration, feeling that she had learned something again.

Then he suddenly noticed the important point, raised his head and looked at him eagerly, and asked nervously: "You don't have to go to the fields anymore today?"

If she didn't leave, wouldn't she be able to punish the flying squirrel with brother Ji Huai?

She thought about it all night before she figured out how to punish it!

Ye Ning smiled and pulled her to his side, and tied up two small knots for her with skillful movements: "Of course I want to go, Miaomiao has to stay at home today, and watch the grains for us so that the birds and chickens don't eat them.

,OK?"

This is a very simple thing, she can do it!

Cheng Miaomiao's eyes were bright and she agreed immediately, patting her chest and promising to complete the task.

Since she moved away from the Cheng family, her family had breakfast very early. She wolfed down the porridge mixed with vegetables. It tasted a bit salty, and it was a bit strange after the first sip. After two more sips, it became more flavorful.

Cheng Erlang is going to help the village chief's family cut rice today, while Ye Ning is going to pick rice ears in the fields.

This is also an old tradition in the village.

The two left quickly. Cheng Miaomiao stood at the door of the house, standing on tiptoes and waving to them. When they could no longer see their backs, she immediately ran sneakily to the next door.

Dr. Zeng was turning over the medicinal materials in the basket, and he knew who it was when he heard the footsteps.

Without raising his head, he said: "You came just in time. Memorize what I taught you yesterday. After memorizing it, go to the house to find Ziji to learn how to read."

"..."

Damn it, why are you exploiting children?

Cheng Miaomiao groaned in her heart, but she still stood there obediently and recited the first half of the Three-Character Sutra. She recited everything correctly, but she recited it very fast, as if she was rushing to a party.

After reciting it in one breath, she opened her eyes with flickering eyes and said earnestly: "Uncle Zeng, can I go?"

When I heard it, there was a burst of chirping, chirping, chirping.

The noise made everyone's head hurt. Doctor Zeng waved his hand in disgust: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Cheng Miaomiao immediately ran into the house, and first saw Zeng Ziji, who was sitting in front of the small wooden table. He tried his best to keep a straight face. When he saw her coming, he immediately pointed at the words in the book to examine her.

This is also the inspection method established by Dr. Zeng.

Zeng Ziji really wanted to be a good little teacher, but he obviously didn't expect that his little friends had very good memories. After experiencing the torture of Ji Huai's photographic memory, he discovered that Cheng Miaomiao was the same.

Zeng Ziji was greatly shocked and looked a little confused.

Was it so easy for him when he first learned to read?

Ji Huai opened the curtain and walked out of the room, carrying her exclusive small backpack in her hand, and said: "You left this here yesterday, I have already fixed it for you."

Cheng Miaomiao ran over happily and lowered her head to take a look.

The flying squirrel inside huddled in the corner with a look of despair.

She raised her head, her eyes full of excitement, and invited: "I'm going to help my father and mother dry the millet today. It's boring to stay at home alone. Brother Ji Huai, can you come with me?"

Ji Huai smiled and said, "Of course that's good."

Cheng Miaomiao was filled with happiness all over her body. She was about to leave with her small backpack in her arms when she suddenly met Zeng Ziji's sad and resentful eyes. His words were still slow but full of accusations.

"I want to go too, why don't you ask me?"
Chapter completed!