The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling wondered if Wei Yijia was just kidding himself.

This box of cookies,? I don't know how many boxes of peach slice cakes can be exchanged. Does she need to reward herself like this?

Xu Shi sensed her suspicion, and Wei Yijia said softly: "My family entrusted someone to bring this box of biscuits. I don't like this taste, so I might as well give it to you."

With that said, Wei Yijia opened the lid of the tin box.

Small and exquisite cookies are placed on white mounting paper, and delicate heart shapes are also made.

Rong Ling couldn't help swallowing,? She could imagine the delicious taste.

Since it was given to him on his own initiative, Rong Ling would not be polite.

She reached out and took a biscuit, biting it cautiously.

Wei Yijia——Feng Xihui to be precise, just looked down at her eating in small bites, and the corners of her lips curled slightly imperceptibly.

Seeing the skinny Rong Ling in this world, Feng Xihui didn't have any superfluous thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to feed her to make her fat for nothing.

Rong Ling didn't notice her meaningful eyes, she felt a little choked on eating biscuits, and she ate two more with tea.

Then, Rong Ling withdrew his hand: "Thank you..."

"Don't eat?" Wei Yijia asked her.

"Don't eat." Rong Ling shook his head, "Sister, can I take the rest home?"

Although it is not the real original body, Rong Ling still wants his family to taste this taste.

"This box is yours." Wei Yijia nodded, "Of course..."

Her words were concise, with tenderness from beginning to end.

Rong Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and stood down from the bamboo sofa: "Then thank you sister, I'll go back first."

In case Ma Xiaoping still has work for her to do, if she can't find anyone, she will have to be scolded again.

"Hmm..." Wei Yijia replied.

She seemed to have paused, and added when she had time: "I often come to play when I am free."

"Okay..." Rong Ling did not doubt that he was there, and agreed with a crisp voice, and trotted away with the cookie box in his arms, "Goodbye, sister..."

Back home, Ma Xiaoping, who was preparing pig food, saw Rong Ling, and she scolded Rong Ling, "I asked you to deliver a fish, why did it take you so long to come back? Counting ants on the road?"

Rong Lingbai picked up a box of cookies, looking happy, and didn't care about her reprimand, took out the cookie box in his hand: "This is the cookie that the sister of the third grandma's family gave me, I only ate two, There's a lot left."

Hearing her words, the two younger sisters who were playing with catching stones under the eaves also ran into the house, and looked around Rong Ling curiously.

Seeing that there seemed to be food in the box, they hurriedly reached out to get it.

Rong Ling patted off their dusty little hands one by one: "Wash your hands first."

Yuanshen had helped Ma Xiaoping take care of the children all these years, and was considered a little parent. As soon as Rong Ling spoke, the two younger sisters obediently went out to press the well to wash their hands.

When they came back, their hands were still wet with water.

Therefore, Rong Ling didn't let them touch the biscuits, and took them out to feed them.

Two children, one eleven or twelve years old and the other seven or eight years old, opened their mouths like a nest of chicks waiting to be fed.

Rong Ling fed them, and stuffed another piece into Ma Xiaoping's mouth, and the younger brother who called her sister with a runny nose was also left behind, leaving two pieces for her father who was still working in the field.

Amidst the joy of the children, no one noticed, Ma Xiaoping secretly wiped away tears.

The people in the city are different, and the food that Ma Xiaoping has never tasted in his life is a strange taste.

She swore secretly in her heart that even if it was a waste of money, she still had to let a few of her children go to school so that they could live a good life in the future.

After dinner, I have to feed the pigs while it's still dark.

Rong Ling was adding chaff to the pig pot step by step, when Ma Xiaoping snatched the ladle from her hand: "Go, you don't need to work here."

Then what is she going to do?Rong Ling looked puzzled.

"Turn out your old books and take a good look." Ma Xiaoping gave her a task, "If you don't know big characters by the time school starts, you will lose your mother."

Rong Ling was overjoyed immediately, Ma Xiaoping had figured out that she was going to go to school.

She was so happy that her heart was sweeter than eating a cookie: "Understood, thank you, Mom." After saying that, Rong Ling ran to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find her own books.

After the original owner dropped out of school, he was not willing to throw away the books. He hid them all in the attic for fear of being damaged by his younger siblings.

The upstairs was dark and dark, and it took Rong Ling a long time to find them out.

She took these books outside, took advantage of the sunlight before sunset, blew the ashes on them, and took them out to read again.

On the crumpled textbook was the handwriting written by the original body with a pencil.

Different from the delicate notes of ordinary girls, her handwriting is correct and powerful, and it can be seen that she is a very determined person.

Rong Ling couldn't help sighing softly. It's a pity that in the original world, Yuan Shen stayed in the countryside after dropping out of school. Two years later, he died early due to illness.

Rong Ling couldn't help caressing those handwritings, and secretly made up his mind to help the original owner live a good life again.

The second half of the year will not start until September, and there are more than five months left. Although Ma Xiaoping keeps urging her to read, Rong Ling can't just sit around and watch the whole family busy.

What's more, the things in the book are child's play to Rong Ling, who has studied in college.

If it wasn't for pretending to show Ma Xiaoping, she wouldn't need to read it a second time.

But Ma Xiaoping insisted on letting her read and refused to let Rong Ling go to the fields, so she had to do the easiest job - cooking.

It's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, and Rong Ling is no exception. The rice in the jar is about to bottom out, and she doesn't know how to do it well, so she simply entrusts this important task to the system.

At the system's suggestion, Rong Ling picked a large bouquet of Sophora japonica flowers on the hillside and came back.

When the villagers working on the slope saw Rong Ling holding a large bouquet of flowers by herself, they inevitably asked her curiously what she was doing.

Rong Ling didn't hide anything, and replied openly that he was cooking.

The interrogator curled his lips: "Sophia japonica cooks, I think you are stupid in reading."

The village is so big, and the neighbors like to scurry through the door, and they can't escape each other's eyes, big or small. Of course, these people know that Rong Ling started reading again.

These people didn't say anything, but they felt that Ma Xiaoping was deliberately fighting that unnecessary anger, and even looked down on Rong Ling, a bookish little girl.

Xia Chong was speechless, and Rong Ling didn't bother to argue with them, so he went back to the house on his own.

These flowers that grow in the mountains are clean, and they can be taken out after soaking in well water, squeezed dry, sprinkled with a little precious flour and kneaded well, then placed on the bamboo grate in the middle of the pot, and steamed over the water. .

While steaming the Sophora japonica flowers, Rong Ling started chopping garlic again.

After more than ten minutes, the Sophora japonica mixed with flour was steamed, Rong Ling scooped it into a large bowl, and put minced garlic and dried chili slices on it.

Drizzle a little hot oil, and a big bowl of Sophora japonica wheat rice is ready.

Only then did Rong Ling walk to the front of the house, shouting loudly for the family to come back: "Dad, Mom, come back for dinner—"

When he heard the echo, Rong Ling went back to the house again, and brought out the steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes—it took a lot of work, and a bowl of wheat and rice would definitely not work.

When everyone came back, they washed their hands before sitting at the table to eat.

This is the result of Rong Ling's repeated brainwashing for a long time. She repeatedly warned her family that if you don't wash your hands, the eggs on your hands in the field will be eaten into your stomach, and then start from the internal organs He sucked blood until his body was slowly emptied, and his life was lost.

This half-threatening, half-educational rhetoric is very effective. At least now the whole family, except for the younger brother who has just started to talk, knows to wash their hands before eating and after going to the bathroom.

The days without mobile phones, computers and the Internet seemed difficult, but because there was no electricity, I went to bed early every day, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.

When the sowing season was over, Ma Xiaoping's work became lighter, and she told Rong Ling: "Go to the town in two days to catch up with the market, and come back with some salt and condiments. You and I will go together and sell some things by the way. Earn some money for your own tuition.”

Going to the market is an activity that only happens every five days in the town.

At that time, people in the countryside will carry their extra things on their backs, such as wild boars and pheasants hunted in the mountains, extra grain pork, homemade wine, and needlework cloth, all kinds of miscellaneous things that are needed in daily life, basically Someone will sell it.

When Rong Ling heard this, his mind became active.

The day before going to the field, she went to the field on purpose to find something in the grass.

This is a kind of fruit that is indispensable in summer in the memory of the original body - sweet potato.

It is not a big white, crunchy sweet potato, but a sweet potato that is the size of a fingernail and red like a strawberry.

Rong Ling also tasted it a few days ago, and felt that this sweet potato was much more delicious than strawberries. It had the unique fragrance of soil and was lightly sweet, without any sour taste.

However, sweet potatoes are also divided into male and female. The female has black juice and cannot be eaten. Only the male has white and tender flesh.

Rong Ling worked hard for most of the day, and he dug up two or three catties of sweet potatoes.

She didn't dare to pile up these soft little things together, lest they be crushed, but wrapped them in lotus leaves according to their portions, there were more than ten servings.

Rong Ling wrapped them all up and put them in a cool place.

She deliberately picked out the best one and planned to send it to Wei Yijia as a return of love.

It's just that Wei Yijia was not at home when Rong Ling went, so she put the sweet potato wrapped in lotus leaves by the window and left.

The next morning, Rong Ling was woken up by Ma Xiaoping when it was past five or six.

Her basket was full of eggs packed with rice bran, which were all laid by domestic chickens these days.

Ma Xiaoping was reluctant to eat, so she saved up all the food and went to the town to exchange money.

Rong Ling also carried the sweet potatoes he picked on his back, wondering how much he could sell them for.

The two walked from the dark to the sun, and finally arrived in the town. Rong Ling's trousers were wet with dew and dried by the sun.

They came early and took a good seat as a matter of course.

Ma Xiaoping and Rong Ling put the baskets on the stall, waiting for someone to ask the price.

The author has something to say: such a hard life... I shed two crocodile tears for Rong Ling