You're a bunch of boring people. I don't have time to play with you.

Behind him, the villagers made surprised comments.

"Hey, what's wrong with this fat girl? Why is she ignoring us?"

"Have you guys noticed that the way she looked at us just now was so cold, as if she was a different person?"

"I'm afraid I took the wrong medicine."

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Seeing that the teasing was not enough, the crowd dispersed to do whatever they were supposed to do.

After the crowd dispersed, a young man in a green cloth shirt standing at the corner of a courtyard wall not far behind the crowd was frowning at the chubby figure who was gradually receding over there.

There was a hint of surprise in the young man's bright and beautiful eyes.

"Zichuan, I asked you to go get a bucket of water from the pond, why are you still here?"

A neatly dressed woman walked out from the small courtyard next to her. The woman had a fair complexion and her hair was neatly combed. She had a bun on the back of her head with a silver hairpin stuck on it. There were a lot of traces between her eyebrows and eyes.

Divide the charm.

The woman called Mu Zichuan, but received no response. The woman showed a surprised expression and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you looking at, kid? You look like you have lost your soul."

His eyes followed his son's line of sight in that direction.

"Hey, isn't that the fat girl from the old Yang family? Isn't she too sick to get out of bed? Why did she come out and wander around again?"

Mu Zichuan pursed his lips, ignored his mother's muttering to herself, picked up the bucket in his hand, and walked forward with his feet up.

Widow Liu reacted and hurriedly chased after her and snatched the barrel from Mu Zichuan's hand, "You go and do it."

"Didn't Mom ask me to carry water?" Muzichuan said in a muffled voice.

When Widow Liu heard this, she became anxious and poked Mu Zichuan's plump and smooth forehead with her finger. "Silly boy, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? You didn't see Fatty going to the pond. How dare you go there? Be careful."

She's clinging to her again, like a piece of brown sugar that she can't shake off."

Mu Zichuan stood there, lowering his head and letting his mother poke her finger on his forehead, his lips pressed into a straight line.

The fat girl is clinging to him like brown candy. This is really the thing that confuses him the most. Ever since he can remember, this has been his biggest laughing stock. He is laughed at by everyone when he walks in the village, and he can't hold his head up.

He hates Fat Ya, and he just hates her, and wants to get rid of her entanglement.

He never wanted her to die.

In the past few days, there were no classes in school, so he stayed at home to help his mother harvest rice. When he heard everyone talking about Lao Yang's family in the fields, his ears pricked up.

Fortunately, she did not die. If she had really lost her life because of those angry words he said that day, his conscience would be cast a shadow for the rest of his life.

"Mom, it's okay. I just ignored her. Just let go and I'll bring the water back."

After a moment of silence, he didn't know what his mother was talking about, so he asked again.

He wanted to go over and say sorry to her

Although, she may not understand it.

Widow Liu was stunned for a moment, and then her almond-shaped eyes widened: "You kid, you are really stupid. That girl is always looking for death and survival. You can't get in front of her again. Walk around, stop drinking. Hurry up."

Come to my house”

Widow Liu couldn't help but snatched the barrel from Mu Zichuan's hand, pulled him up, turned around and returned to the courtyard. With a "bang", she closed the courtyard door and then the main room door.

Yang Ruoqing passed by the pond at the entrance of the village, and was teased by a few village women who were washing there. She still kept her eyes on her own way, no matter how they pointed behind her, it was still a lot of money anyway.

Meat.

After leaving the village entrance, she walked up and down the fields with a basket on her arm, her eyes scanning the field ridges under her feet inch by inch, very meticulously, not letting go of any inch of soil.

After walking around several fields, Yang Ruoqing was a little disappointed. She found that her expectations were a bit too perfect.

In her concept, rural fields should be full of wild vegetables, and even in those fields after the autumn harvest, you can still pick up some scattered ears of grain.

But the fact is that the field ridges are almost all bare. Except for some wild grasses and wormwood that have been chewed by cattle, there are very few wild vegetables that can be eaten by humans.

I searched for several field ridges, but only found a few scattered ones. As for the fields, there was nothing at all.

The country people lived a hard life, and wild vegetables were a treasure. Yang Ruoqing stood up straight, glanced around, and found that in the fields not far away, many people of the same profession were digging wild vegetables.

She sighed softly. After a trip, she couldn't just return empty-handed. So, she cast her sights on the hillside behind the village.

After a rain, there may be more wild vegetables on the hillside. If you are lucky, you may be able to pick fresh wild mushrooms.

Okay, let's go there

In the woods where it had rained, the air was moist and fresh, and there were still crystal drops of water on the leaves.

In the forest in front of you, there are mostly pine trees growing in patches. The pine hairs are all red, and they have fallen into thick layers on the ground. Together with the yellowing dead branches and leaves, when you step on them, they feel soft and soft.

A rustling sound.

Yang Ruoqing held a piece of pine branch in her hand and walked slowly through the woods.

In the wild, one of the indispensable tools in hand is a wooden stick of moderate length and thickness. Firstly, it is used to explore the path. Secondly, it can also drive away snakes, insects, rats and ants.

The branches in Yang Ruoqing's hands regularly opened the grass blades under the roots of the trees, searching like a carpet.

In this season, just after the autumnal equinox, many crops such as rice and cotton are being gathered into warehouses, but in the mountains and fields, many wild vegetables are in their golden period of deliciousness.

After searching in the woods, Yang Ruoqing found a good harvest. There were many wild vegetables with an earthy smell in the bamboo basket.

Shepherd's purse, mother-in-law, horse head orchid, and a cluster of okra in a shady place.

The color of the okra looks a bit old, and the taste is definitely not as fresh as the fresh ones, but it’s okay, it can be used to wrap the belly.

This time after the family separation, Tan and the others did not allocate even half of the vegetable garden to the third bedroom. Even the few vegetable fields in front of the house where Yang Ruoqing and the others lived were strictly prohibited from being used by the third bedroom.

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