Quickly wear this villain is too stable

Chapter 169 Chapter 167 Chapter 80s, Ome, you are poisonous (5)

"Why did you come out late today?" Zhang Feng asked when he saw Yun Luo.

A trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"A great dancer came to the house, said that I bumped into something, and gave me a talisman."

Yun Luo said as he pulled out the amulet from his close-fitting clothes and showed it to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng glanced at the amulet and said, "Hold it carefully if I give it to you."

Lest Zhang's mother talk nonsense again.

"You eat this first, and I will take you to a good place later."

As Zhang Feng said, he handed a piece of candy wrapped in colorful paper in his pocket to Yun Luo.

Yun Luo swallowed, and said, "You can eat by yourself, I'm not... not hungry."

"Candy can't satisfy your hunger. I just bought it from the canteen. You can eat it." Zhang Feng said as he peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it directly into Yunluo's mouth.

[Xiao Luoluo, spit it out, he didn't even wash his hands when he went to the bathroom in the morning. 】

The Broken God can't just watch his God of War father get green.

"Very sweet." Yun Luo said with crooked eyebrows.

Er Gouzi was angry with depression.

Zhang Feng smiled and reached out to touch Yun Luo's knotted hair: "I'll take you to a good place later."

Yun Luo didn't doubt that he was there, and followed Zhang Feng to the depths of the forest.

Zhang Feng pointed to the steaming hot spring and said, "I searched for a long time before I found it. You go down and wash it, or you will have lice all over your body."

Seeing Yun Luo's hesitation, Zhang Feng took out a small vest and a piece of saponin from the tree hole behind him.

"I bought this with the money I exchanged for pine nuts. Remember to return it to me in the future."

"After you finish washing, you can meow like a cat. I'll go to the mountain to find some mushrooms, and pick up some dry firewood by the way."

Zhang Feng went into the mountain without looking back.

Yun Luo hurriedly soaked himself in the hot spring, washed with saponins several times before smoothing out the knotted hair.

[Xiao Luoluo, do you see that the son of luck is coaxing you around. 】

If it goes on like this, Zhang Feng, who is full of tricks, doesn't need to take action, the boss has already put his heart and soul out to others.

"I'll pay him back when I get the money in exchange." When Yun Luo said this, his heart was actually empty.

The money may be repaid, but what about this kindness?

After Yun Luo was fully dressed, she began to meow like a cat.

After a while, Zhang Feng came towards Yunluo against the light, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back and mushrooms strung together with branches in his hand.

Seeing the refreshed Yunluo, Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, he never thought that the washed Yunluo could compare to the lilies blooming in the valley in spring.

"Am I pretty?" Yun Luo asked generously.

"En." Zhang Feng said vaguely.

He squatted on the ground and pulled some leaves away, revealing the small clay stove that had been prepared in advance: "I'll light a fire here and roast some mushrooms for you to eat."

Yun Luo looked at the bunch of black boletus and nodded.

It is said that the mountains rely on the mountains to eat the water, and even half-sized mushrooms in Zhangjia Village can produce all the poisonous and non-toxic mushrooms on the mountains near Zhangjia Village.

In fact, there are two types of boletus. One is the black and thick one that Zhang Feng found.

There is also a thick yellow boletus, which tastes better and more delicious than this black one, and you can pay back the money in the town.

Because this kind of black can be seen everywhere, the taste is also dry, and no one in the town accepts it.

But in the era of lack of food and clothing, children and the elderly who have time will still pick up these porcini mushrooms home, or make them into pickles or dried vegetables for emergencies.

In the era when there is not enough to eat, who cares about whether it is delicious or not.

The days are so peaceful and boring.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at Mangzhong, and from this day on, the rural people began to get busy, especially around April, they were so busy that they never touched the ground.

In April, there are too few people in the villages, so they grow sericulture and plant in the fields.

Yun Luo had just returned from the rice fields, and before the dirt on his trousers had been washed off, he heard a cat meowing in the backyard.

She hurriedly ran to the bamboo forest in the backyard, and Zhang Feng carefully took out a few ripe raspberries from his pocket.

"Someone in the town collects young raspberries for Chinese medicine. If you have time, pick some and put them in the old place. I'll sell them."

Yun Luo stuffed the sweet and sour raspberry into her mouth and nodded with a smile.

She is familiar with the old place Zhang Feng mentioned.

She has saved seven or eight yuan for the pine nuts and herbal roots sold last year.

Because raspberries can be sold for money, people of all ages in Zhangjia Village will pick some up and bring them back. They are a good snack for children when they are ripe.

For those that are not ripe, you can go to the town to change a bag of salt if you add up a little.

So Zhang Luo didn't pick many raspberries this spring.

But Zhang Feng made a small fortune because of his hunting skills.

On a summer night, the moon looks particularly large, hanging high in the sky like a silver plate.

Zhang Feng shook the bag containing a dozen loaches on Yun Luo's forehead and said, "My grandpa asked you to drink loach soup tomorrow, remember to come early."

"kindness."

Some sweet potato vermicelli were put in the delicious loach soup, which was steaming, and Yun Luo and Zhang Feng felt like they were eating Chinese New Year.

Time is fast and slow.

Zhang Luo, Zhang Jie, Zhang Feng, and Lihua are all at the age to go to the town to study in junior high school.

"Mom, why does that loser want to study? Why do girls read so many books? Don't they all belong to other people's homes in the future."

Zhang Jie shouted incomprehensibly.

After all, the family's money will be his in the future, if you spend a little for others, there will be less left over.

He didn't want to spend it on people for no reason.

Heartbroken.

"Mom, our teacher said that the people in the town are richer than the people in our village. I went to study in the town, and all I know are rich people. People in the town heard that they are very generous in getting married."

Zhang Feng taught her to say this, and she was just parroting it.

"The money-losing goods are very reasonable, look at this Zhangjia Village, everyone is poor.

The money for just a few students was scraped together to send her to the town to study and meet rich people. Everyone in the town lived in red tile houses. "

"At that time, the house that loses money will be exchanged with you, and when you get married, you will also use the red tile-roofed one-story house." Zhang's mother said confidently.

"Did you hear that, go to the town to curry favor with rich people, it is best to have a building, I will use it when I marry Lihua in the future."

Zhang Xiaojie suddenly became enlightened, so he didn't object to Yun Luo following him to study.

After entering junior high school, because there are mountain roads and long distances to and fro, everyone will be sent to school.

The half-grown children in Zhangjiacun go to town to study on Sunday afternoons, carrying a big bag of rice to school, and of course a big jar of pickles.

Because the basic students of middle schools in the town are from remote rural areas in all directions.

All of the school internships here are on a large weekly basis.

Read for ten days and rest for four days.

In the middle of the trip, Zhang's mother would sneak some money to Zhang Xiaojie in the town, or fry some seasonal vegetables for Zhang Xiaojie.

Of course Zhang Luo has no part.

It’s okay in winter, but in summer, even fried and salty vegetables will go bad after three to five days.

For the rest of the day, I can only put a little fried salt into it when steaming the rice.

But the boss still likes to eat fried beans.

Because beans are not easy to spoil.

And fight hunger.

"This is for you." The boss looked at the canned fruit in his hand, which contained some green vegetables, and a few slices of shredded meat were clearly visible inside.

Even so, it is precious.

"I don't want it." The boss said with difficulty, handing over the can of vegetables in his hand.

"Why not?" Zhang Feng didn't reach out to pick up the can.

(End of this chapter)