What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

After receiving the order, Nan Xing went to tell the village head's wife to let them call it a day.

The few people didn't hesitate, they cleaned up their work on the spot, brought their tools, and prepared to go home.

The village head's wife first came over with a sickle and a hoe, saw a few bundles of dead wood branches, and said to Jingmo, "Let's help you carry it back."

How dare Jing Mo: "No, I'll ask Brother Xing to invite Uncle Hai over."

"It doesn't take much effort, and it's not heavy. We often do this job and can afford it."

The rest of the people also came over, and when they heard this, they expressed their opinions one after another.

"It's all on the way."

Xu Jiafu Lang started first, he stuffed the hoe into the dead wood branch, and when he was grabbing the cane to carry it, he saw the knot tied by Jingmo and said with a smile: "Your way of binding firewood is very unique."

For others, two vines were condensed into one and then entangled in it. Jing Mo was lucky and directly tied a dead knot.

Jing Mo is also quite difficult: "Should be born."

Several women laughed.

While laughing, he handed the tools to his partner and Nan Xing, each of them bundled them on their backs.

Jing Mo picked the heaviest bundle.

Fortunately, although the bundles he tied were big, they were all dead branches, not very heavy, otherwise he would be ashamed to death.

The seven people, except Nan Xing and another woman, all carried firewood and headed for Jingmo's house in a mighty way.

At this time, smoke was rising in the village, and as the saying goes, people who worked outside came back from all directions in groups.

Jing Mo is not familiar with others, but it does not mean that they are not familiar with others. Along the way, the few people around him have met acquaintances. Fortunately, everyone just greeted a few words, which did not delay the work of their feet.

When approaching the position of entering the village, there were more villagers, some carrying loads, some carrying buckets, and quite a few carrying hoes and sickles.

There are even brothers and girls carrying bamboo baskets, in which are freshly picked green vegetables that are ready to drip.

Among the few of them, the wife of the village head is naturally the one with the most face.

After all, the husband is in charge of a village, more or less an official.

Some things, even in different time and space, are still the same.

Someone saw that several people were carrying firewood, and asked, "Have you all gone to collect firewood?"

The village head's wife smiled and said, "It belongs to Jingmo, so help him take it back by the way."

"Oh, this is Jingmo, first time seeing you."

Jing Mo's head was lowered by the dead branches, he didn't see the speaker's face clearly, so he hummed.

Fortunately, that person also knew that others didn't want to chat at this time, so he stopped the topic on his own initiative.

After entering the village, the smell of rice seeps out of the windows, wafts in the air, and lingers in the nose.

Xu Jiafu Lang said with a smile: "It's okay in the field, but now I smell the rice and I'm hungry."

Another woman, Xu Mashi, also nodded in agreement: "I have to cook when I go back."

Jing Mo said: "Let's eat at my house."

The village head's wife smiled and said, "No, there are old and young in their family, and they have to be busy with the meals of the whole family. How can I have dinner at your house when I have time? Let's wait another day."

She knew that her companion was joking, but she also knew that Jing Mo was sincerely inviting her.

It's strange to say that this person looks fierce, but he is very easy to understand.

She felt that in Jingmo's cognition, when people get along with each other, it means that if you help me, I will pay you back.

This is how Jingmo treats them.

But Jingmo himself doesn't have that much thought. Although he came from the end of the world, as a supernatural being, he always has fewer thoughts than the bosses in the base.

Their supernatural beings faced more strange beasts, and things like human sophistication were nothing compared to their strength.

They can live without a base, but a base cannot live without them.

This is the power of supernatural beings.

What's more, he is also a wood-type supernatural being who combines attack and healing.

In the team, he is a group favorite.

So Jingmo's thinking has not changed much, and the same is true between him and his teammates. You help me and I help you. It is a good thing to have contacts.

A relationship can last for a long time.

While talking, several people also arrived at the gate of Jingmo's house. Taking advantage of the last bit of light, they put the firewood in the yard, put it against the wall, and then let it dry in the sun, so that they could be put away for storage.

It was also the first time for a few people to visit Mojia in Beijing.

Although the yard is empty, it is tidy.

Seeing the well-growing vegetable seedlings and the pheasant that has woken up in his yard, he reminded: "You must lock this chicken, otherwise you will have to peck the vegetables."

Jing Mo forgot to buy a tea set when he went to town last time, and the cup he drinks water now is a bamboo cup he cut.

He poured water for everyone: "I know, I have to go to Brother Xing's house to buy a chicken coop in a while."

Xu Jiafu Lang pointed out: "You'd better enclose the vegetable field, and the chickens can't be closed all the time."

"Okay." Jing Mo accepted humbly.

Everyone drank water, took their farm tools from Nan Xing and another woman, and went home.

Jing Mo followed Nan Xing with a hatchet.

Nan Xing didn't ask him either.

Entering the courtyard of Nan Xing's house, candles were already lit in the house.

The firelight in the kitchen was even more flickering, extraordinarily bright.

The two smelled the aroma and knew that Uncle Wu had cooked the meal.

Hearing the sound, Fifth Uncle also came out of the kitchen.

"The stars are back." He saw Jing Mo: "Has the firewood been chopped?"

"Well, I'll return your hatchet."

Uncle Wu stood at the door and directed: "Give the stars."

Jingmo handed it to Nanxing again.

Nan Xing had already untied the straw hat, and took it from him casually: "Wait a while, I'll look for it."

Uncle Wu heard it and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Chicken coop, do you still have any at home?"

"Is there a new one? There is an old one. It's in the utility room. Take it and use it first. Where did you catch the chicken?" The second half of the sentence was addressed to Jing Mo.

Jing Mo said: "I caught two pheasants on the mountain, and they laid eggs. I see that the shell is about to break. I will kill the chicks and give you a taste after they come out."

"You are lucky, the whole family has brought it to you."

Jing Mo laughed.

Nan Xing found out the used chicken coop from the utility room, which was already half-worn but cleaned, and brought it to Jing Mo: "Use it first, and replace it when it's rotten."

This is a portable bamboo chicken coop.

Jing Mo said: "If you have time, make up a new one, and you may even pretend to be a chick in the future."

Nan Xing said: "Then you won't be free until the work in the field is finished."

Jing Mo was not in a hurry: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, then I'll go back first."

Fifth Uncle left him: "The meal is almost ready, let's eat here."

Jing Mo said: "No need, Fifth Uncle." The fish head left over from yesterday has to be eaten today, and it won't take much effort for him to go back to cook a bowl of noodles: "By the way, Fifth Uncle, where did you buy this hatchet?" ?”

"You want to buy a hatchet? Then you have to go to A Peng to get a certificate. Only the iron shop will dare to sell you."

"So troublesome?" Jing Mo was puzzled.

Uncle Wu said: "The Daqing Dynasty has strict iron control. Anyone who buys tools such as hatchets and kitchen knives has to ask the village chief to issue a certificate."

Jingmo understands that now is the era of imperial power, iron is the primary material for making weapons, and the imperial court must impose more restrictions.

"I see, thank you Fifth Uncle."

Fifth Uncle hummed: "You really don't want to eat here?"

Nan Xing looked at his extraordinarily attentive grandfather, and really didn't know what to say.

The author has something to say:

The fifth uncle who likes Jingmo more than Nanxing: I want to drink grandson-in-law tea.