The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Of course, the end of provocative teasing is self-evident, and it's too late for Rong Ling to regret it.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no class on Saturday the next day, she would probably face the school's truancy punishment when she went back to school after waking up at noon.

- When I woke up, Feng Xihui was already making lunch outside.

There is no kitchen in the staff dormitory, everyone cooks on the balcony with a briquette fire, and Rong Ling puts on his clothes and goes out.

The midday sun was brilliant, and she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

-The balconies of the residents on the first floor are all connected together, but they are separated by bricks that are no more than half a meter high.

Just as Rong Ling walked out, the neighbor next door saw him and asked, "Is there a visitor from Xiaowei's house?"

"Hmm..." Feng Xihui didn't deny it, and brought a hot water bottle for Rong Ling to pour into the washbasin to wash his face and hands.

"It must be your sister who took care of her so carefully?" the neighbor asked.

Before Feng Xihui answered, Rong Ling, who was brushing his teeth, blushed first.

She suddenly remembered last night, how Feng Xihui coaxed herself to call her sister.

Even if Rong Ling was unwilling to scream under the influence of shame, Feng Xihui still had plenty of ways to force her to speak.

The neighbors were too far away to see, but Feng Xihui didn't miss the look on her face.

She pursed her lips and did not deny the neighbor's guess.

Last night at the restaurant, I was a little tired of eating too much fish and meat. Before cooking, Feng Xihui asked Rong Ling what he wanted to eat.

Rong Ling wanted something light, so she cooked a pot of vegetable porridge.

There was no food in the house just after returning, so Feng Xihui went to the cafeteria to buy six or seven buns and brought them back.

Rong Ling stirred the porridge to cool down with chopsticks, and took a bite of the sauced meat bun.

This is much more than the buns pretending to be steamed buns in the school cafeteria. When you bite into it, the soup will almost flow out.

Rong Ling ate three steamed buns in a row and drank a bowl of porridge, and felt just right.

After all, it's been a long time since he exhausted his energy like last night. Rong Ling was so tired that he fell asleep, it's no wonder he wasn't hungry when he woke up.

After dinner, she should go back to school.

Of course Feng Xihui offered to send her back.

This time, instead of riding a bicycle by himself, Rong Ling sat on the back seat of Feng Xihui.

Rong Ling reached out to wrap her arms around her waist, the wind blew her long hair up, and the pedestrians and vehicles on the side of the road passed by in front of her eyes.

Although the two of them didn't talk about anything, how much Rong Ling hoped that the road would be longer.

"Feng Xihui..." she asked, "Will I see you again in the next world?"

"If there are no accidents, yes."

Feng Xihui said it easily, but Rong Ling's heart twitched. For some reason, the word "accident" made her a little alert.

"What about the next world?"

Feng Xihui gave the same answer.

Rong Ling didn't want to ask any more questions, so she secretly asked the system, what is Feng Xihui's background.

It took a long time for the system to answer: "Sorry host, I don't have permission to answer your question."

"..." Forget it, Rong Ling believes that Feng Xihui won't harm her anyway, so she should focus on the task to be completed first.

During the summer vacation of her junior year, Rong Ling finally had time to go home to visit her parents.

During the winter and summer vacations of the past two years, in order to make money, Rong Ling usually only stayed for a week before leaving in a hurry, but now that she is the boss herself, not only does she not have to work, but she can also bring money home.

Of course, even if he was outside, Rong Ling would send money home every once in a while.

The days are getting better every day. In the letter Ma Xiaoping asked someone to write on her behalf, it is said that many people in the village have begun to tear down the old earthen houses and build new brick buildings.

Now the younger siblings are still studying, and they have rural household registrations. Even if Rong Ling wants to let his family live in the city, it is not the right time.

Besides, parents who have been used to living in the village for most of their lives may not be willing to move away.

Rong Ling simply gave Ma Xiaoping [-] yuan to rebuild the old house into a brick building at home.

The craftsmen in the village worked hard, and Ma Xiaoping supervised the cooking. When Rong Ling returned to the village, the new house had already been repaired.

The two-story brick building is brand new and bright, and the floor is also paved with cement. The four sisters each have a bedroom. Ma Xiaoping even bought a Simmons mattress for Rong Ling's room.

Now, Rong Ling no longer had to sleep with his two younger sisters.

But he couldn't sleep alone, because Feng Xihui also came back.

Facing Ma Xiaoping's puzzled look, Rong Ling hurriedly explained: "Haha mother, Sister Wei has no other purpose in coming here, she just wants to go back to the village to see." Ma Xiaoping didn't think much about it. Outsiders were too affectionate and dissatisfied, but she still saw Wei Yijia's kindness to Rong Ling.

In order to welcome guests from afar, Ma Xiaoping killed two chickens and stewed them - a big pot of soup.

During the meal, Ma Xiaoping and Rong Ling chatted about the changes in the village.

The son of the owner’s family made a lot of money outside and became a household with ten thousand yuan. The daughter-in-law of the Xi’s family left the child and eloped with his father and a young man from the village. The student of another family was killed in a fight outside...

The village is not big, but there are many lively things.

In short, this place is no longer the closed small village it used to be.

Ma Xiaoping also has her own plans: "I have saved all the money you sent to mom, and there are more than 2000 left over. The money is enough to set up a fish pond in the village, and I can't earn much money from farming. Mom plans to try raising fish. You see Do you want it?"

Since Rong Ling gave her the money, of course he let Ma Xiaoping handle it by himself: "Okay, Mom, if you are short of money, I have some more here."

"I know my daughter is promising." Ma Xiaoping smiled from ear to ear, "But as a mother, I can't hold you back, I have to support myself."

Since Ma Xiaoping said so, it must have been planned.

Rong Ling was tired from the long journey, so Ma Xiaoping let her get enough sleep first, then woke up Rong Ling on the third day, and accompanied her to see the addresses of the fish ponds she had chosen.

Of course Feng Xihui also got dressed.

She has a slender figure, and the simple movements of putting on clothes are also pleasing to the eye.

Rong Ling couldn't help but stared blankly, she suddenly had an idea, if only Wei Yijia could be the model for the new clothes she designed every time.

But it's important to see the fish pond right now, the pedestrians went out before the sun came out.

Now the village has never seen such a large machine as an excavator. If you want to dig a fish pond, you have to dig it out with manpower-shovel by shovel.

Therefore, the selected land must at least have good geology, and the ground cannot be full of rocks.

In addition, water storage is also very important. If you choose the wrong place, when there is a flood in summer, the fry may be washed away.

Ma Xiaoping took a fancy to four or five lands. Fortunately, the village is not big, and it took them only two hours to negotiate the price with the owner after they walked through these places.

Anyway, there's nothing interesting to go home at the moment, Rong Ling is very playful: "Mom, Sister Wei and I are going out for a while, you just go back first."

After Ma Xiaoping left, Rong Ling asked Feng Xihui: "Do you want to eat something different?"

Feng Xihui saw through her mind: "Where do you want to go?"

Rong Ling didn't say it directly, but took Feng Xihui along the path between the mountains and forests, down to the ravine.

Between the two mountains is a rushing stream.

Because there are not many people living here, and the ravine is still a bit desolate, the echo can be heard when the two of them speak.

It was just after ten o'clock, and the sun was already hot. Rong Ling rolled up his trousers and stepped into the stream wearing sandals.

Feng Xihui had no choice but to follow her.

"Hush—" Rong Ling raised his index finger to his lips, "Keep your voice down, don't move."

She signaled Feng Xihui to look at the bottom of the water with her eyes, and saw a crab spitting bubbles hidden under a big rock in the clear stream.

It's a pity that it was too late, and the crab quickly hid in the crevice of the stone when it noticed the movement of the two.

"Oh..." Rong Ling sighed regretfully, and turned to another target.

In Yuanshen's memory, she was a veteran at catching crabs. Although Rong Ling hadn't done this job for many years, her instinct was still there.

This time she was quick-eyed, bent down cautiously, dipped her hands in the water, put her index finger and middle finger together, and then pressed hard on the crab's back shell.

The big crab couldn't move for a moment, even waving its pincers couldn't catch Rong Ling's fingers on the shell.

"Haha..." Rong Ling squeezed the sides of the shell again, and grabbed the crab out of the water, "Sure enough, the sword is not old."

She threw the crab into the upside-down straw hat and looked at Feng Xihui: "Come and try?"

Feng Xihui has never done this kind of thing before, but she is not inferior to Rong Ling in terms of stability, accuracy and ruthlessness.

In the empty valley, Ling Ling's broken laughter echoed from time to time.

When Rong Ling returned home with crabs full of straw hats, Ma Xiaoping was really angry and laughed: "Tell me how old you are, and you still do such childish things."

She blamed Feng Xihui again: "Xiao Wei, you don't know how to stop her."

Rong Ling stuck out her tongue: "Sister Wei catches more crabs than I do." Ma Xiaoping scolded and helped clean up the crabs.

The crabs in these valleys are different from the hairy crabs sold outside. They are not big, and there are not many crab roe. Steaming is not suitable, and the best is stir-frying.

Ma Xiaoping knocked the crabs unconscious one by one with a kitchen knife, then cut them in half from the middle, and removed the inedible parts of the crab gills and intestines.

Put oil in the pan, stir-fry the onion, ginger and garlic, add some soy sauce- some vinegar, and a red plate of fried crabs will come out of the oven.

Relying on the system, a cheat that can make him more flexible, Rong Ling also caught a lot of small fish like loaches.

These fish are no longer than the length of a finger. They are washed and gutted, coated with batter, and fried twice in the pan. When they are fished out, they are crunchy and dry.

Lunch was not ready yet, Rong Ling sat on the shady threshold, eating small dried fish with the wind blowing.

The kitten at home meowed around her feet, begging Rong Ling to share her share.

"Is it hot?" Feng Xihui brought a plate of sliced ​​watermelon from nowhere and handed it to Rong Ling.

"Not hot..." Rong Ling shook her head, she put down the dried fish and ate the watermelon.

"Actually, sometimes, it's good like this." Rong Ling couldn't help sighing.

It's a pity that neither she nor Feng Xihui can stay at this moment forever, but have to move forward.

Of course, her soft sigh did not miss Feng Xihui's ears, she said lightly: "We will still have many moments together in the future."

The author has something to say: In a farming world with pitifully few emotional dramas, the next fantasy world will definitely be supported, hehe.