The day when the white horse roared and the west wind was reborn

What is more important than culture, the spiritual food?

It's real food!

If the problem of food and clothing cannot be solved, everything will be nothing.

Nowadays, Ma Jiajun, an old man in Wenxiu who wears clothes very much, because of his "inconvenient legs and feet", in addition to eating his own cattle and sheep, he also trades wine with local Kazakhs for some food. He probably has no such thing as a combination of meat and vegetables in his mind. Concept, even though the face cannot be seen clearly in the bronze mirror, it is an indisputable fact that the slender arms are round and round. This discovery makes Wenxiu very depressed. She can almost predict that this body will change ten years later. A scene of "huggy back and waist" muscles.

Muscular men can give women a sense of security, and muscular women, embarrassing, that's... the black-bearded elder sister Ruhua in Zhou Xingxing's movie suddenly popped into my head, and I burst into a cold sweat.

She can't be a cultured beauty, but she also wants to be a good-looking idiot beauty, no, a chivalrous woman!

Do it yourself to have enough food and clothing. Adhering to this principle, Wenxiu children's shoes once again set aside a small piece of land in the small area of ​​the backyard to grow lettuce and sweet potatoes.

Why lettuce and sweet potatoes?

Wenxiu's parents passed away very early, and she grew up in an orphanage. Charity organizations like orphanages have limited local funding, and the dean and teachers are greedy for little money that is actually used on the children. The food is also very poor. Vegetables are so ripe that they can be eaten in two seasons a year, usually at least three seasons a year, and the price is not expensive, but no matter how cheap it is, Wenxiu and the others rarely ate it at that time, and what they ate was not what everyone often eats. The lettuce root is the lettuce leaf. Few people buy the leaves in the vegetable market, and then the school buys them in large quantities to replace other green leafy vegetables.

Sweet potato, this is a better explanation. The cute thing that has rescued the people from the water and fire many times has been a high-yield variety from ancient times to the present. Wenxiu thinks that this thing should be more worry-free. It can prevent and treat heart and brain diseases, and it can also stop bleeding. Of course, it is more used to feed pigs.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that these two are natural weight loss food!

No pollution, no rebound, ensure fair and shiny skin!

Before the sweet potatoes and lettuce had changed, the wheat that Wenxiu had planted before finally took shape!

Different from Wenxiu's expected sparse scene on a piece of land, from the day the wheat sprouted, Wenxiu took care of these "little guys" with great care. The wheat grew gratifyingly, although it was not as strong as the wheat field he passed by on the train. , but it is still much better than Tao Yuanming's scene of "the grass is full of bean sprouts".

Just looking at it like this, Wenxiu still felt that she was quite talented in farming, and she felt very bad. She couldn't help thinking that if she went to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences or something, she might still be "Yuan Longping's second".

But the reality is always cruel. Before Wenxiu's idea was warmed up, the cohabitant Ma Jiajun gave a disdainful glance at Wenxiu's villainous appearance, and said very bluntly—"You are busy working around every day. You went to steal the teacher, but you didn’t learn anything, the wheat was all down, and I came back to fill you with soil again, you’re so stupid!”

So stupid, so stupid, until Ma Jiajun left, Wenxiu still had this sentence in her mind, feeling ashamed and angry.

I don’t know what went wrong, but in the original book, Ma Jiajun is a handsome guy who is affectionate, long-lived, gentle and considerate. Although he appears as an old man in most of the plots in the book, this does not prevent the majority of women from having a "stunning glimpse" ", but being in touch with Li Wenxiu for a long time is really like saying to those female compatriots who have been blinded by the original work, you have been deceived!

This "pseudo-old man" who stares at a "chrysanthemum face" every day, cares about every penny without reporting it, and is extremely petty and suspicious. He doesn't speak or speak once a day. Every time Wenxiu hears from those Kazakh women I want to share the gossip and exchange feelings, he seems to know what she is going to say, looking down at her condescendingly, there is a mocking sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, if he doesn't speak, maybe Wenxiu can still say He imagined himself as a cold handsome guy, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his hopes were shattered. His mouth was as sharp as a knife, saying the same thing, saying two things. He just picks what you don’t like to hear, and he’s happy to stab you. A few words, stab you a few words if you are not happy, whenever Li Wenxiu is so angry that her face is red and her neck is thick, he will pretend to cough and order her to pour water. If it is not that she cannot leave him, she can only cling to his life , she really wanted to throw that water on his head.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn't know martial arts and doesn't hit women.

Having been stabbed too many times, her heart became numb, but Li Wenxiu still felt sincerely that it was better for Ma Jiajun to be taciturn than Ma Jiajun who talked to her.

There are some grievances. For example, Ma Jiajun’s grandpa Ji abused child labor. He worked ten hours a day from morning to night without pay. What is more grateful is that she took her in and gave her a home. Wenxiu, who has never experienced family affection after the age of seven, has a sense of belonging like a harbor, although the guy who should be her guardian ignores her. He leaves early and returns late. I didn't see anyone for a day, but seeing the white hair and the very occasional kind greetings made Li Wenxiu, a lone woman with nothing to worry about, very moved. Sometimes she even had an illusion, It seemed that the guy who took him in was really an awkward old man with a cold face and a warm heart, and the reason for his perverted personality was only caused by long-term loneliness.

Once Li Wenxiu saw "Grandpa Ji" talking with an old Kazakh woman outside the tent. The gentle expression made Li Wenxiu feel like she was in a dream, so she couldn't help but fell into deep hypnotic conjectures, "Grandpa Ji "The cold knife-like gaze didn't make her retreat, she blurted out:

"Grandpa, find me a grandma!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately woke up, realizing that it was too late when she was talking, and tremblingly dared not raise her head, for fear that the other party's "iron sand palm" would directly slap herself to death.

"Raise your head, what do you look like?" He scolded severely.

Someone raised his head tremblingly.

The purpose of entry is Uncle Ji's ashen face——

"Since you have such a messy mind, then you don't have to eat dinner, go to the sheepfold to milk the cows!"

Li Wenxiu burst into tears, don't take this, don't take this, this is corporal punishment, this is abuse, ouch, I want to sue you!

Biting her nails, looking at the face with a black face with tears shining, Wen Xiu's children's shoes ran towards the sheepfold in a very spineless manner.

The sky bell bird on the grassland sang loudly, and the sounds of the sheep in the sheep pen came up one after another to cooperate with each other tacitly. Following Li Wenxiu’s palm tightening, loosening, up and down movements, the sound “pouring out”, goat’s milk came out one after another, Wenxiu’s inner cow, Is this background music?

I squeeze, I squeeze, I squeeze~~

It was getting darker and darker, dim and faint candles were lit in the tent, and the tent curtain was lifted, and the cool moonlight was shining on the corner of the sheepfold not far away. The little girl with buns had round cheeks and her mouth Pouted all the way up and down, sitting on a short bench facing a ewe that was obviously much bigger than her, moving her hands up and down... an inexplicable sense of joy.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and the depression accumulated in his heart for many years disappeared miraculously.

Was it really too long alone?

It seems good to have such a bully little thing by his side.

Well, that's it...

☆. With a little gold finger, your mask will fall off~