What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Looking at Zhou Jing again, Jing Mo felt a little more sympathy: "Eat more, I'm already fifteen, and I'm still as thin as a monkey."

Zhou Jing was wronged, he also wanted to eat well and dress well, but his family was so poor that it was difficult to survive, and it was good to have a stutter, so how could he dare to ask for anything else.

But Jing Mo cared about him.

Maybe Brother Jing saw that his family was poor, so he gave him a raise, gave him cakes, and rice.

Thinking about it, Zhou Jing wanted to cry again, his eyes were red, but he was afraid of being told by Jing Mo, so he buried his head in the bowl.

The bowl of Jingmo's house is big, and Zhou Jing's face is so small that half of his face can be buried in it.

"..." Although Jing Mo couldn't see it, the melancholy aura emanating from the child's body made him understand that this was the beginning of nostalgia again.

After all, he was a child. Jing Mo remembered that after he lost his father, because of the wood-type abilities, he was spared a lot of staring and making things difficult, and the captain was even more tolerant of him.

Now it's like changing identities, he is the older captain, and Zhou Jing is the young him.

Thinking about it this way, I can't bear to be harsh.

"How old is your sister?"

Zhou Jinghong replied, "Ten years old."

"Bring me here to play when you have time." Jing Mo ordered.

"it is good."

"Where's your mother? Brother Xing said your mother is not in good health, what's the matter?"

"Tired, I was still young when my father left, and I couldn't do much. My mother took the two of us, and I wished I could break it into two. If it's been like this for a long time, I'm tired and sick."

In Jing Mo's eyes, getting sick from overwork is easier to cure than losing a limb.

"You also have a job now. Let your mother rest properly, and you can earn money slowly. If your health is broken, it will be useless to earn more." Jing Mo made a big point.

When he said this, he didn't mean to comfort him, but thought that if the other party was someone worthy of treatment, then he would lend a helping hand. After all, it was not difficult for him.

"Ah."

Only then did Jing Mo end the topic, and the two ate quietly.

When it was almost finished, Nan Xing came over.

Nan Xing didn't know that Zhou Jing was also there, and was a little surprised when he saw him: "Xiao Jing is also here."

Zhou Jing ate two bowls of rice this meal, so Bi Jingmo put down the bowl first, and when he saw Nan Xing, he was a little shy: "Brother Nan Xing."

Jing Mo was still eating, so he was told to come in first.

Nanxing put the cleaned bowls directly into the cupboard

Only then did Jing Mo explain: "I asked him to chop firewood to save him from running around, so I just let him eat."

Hearing this, Nan Xing didn't say anything, he could somewhat see that the man's heart was a little soft.

He just asked, "Have the sweet potatoes been planted?"

"It's planted." Seeing the child standing all the time, he ordered again: "I will clean up the dishes, you go back to rest, and come back later."

"It's okay, I don't need to rest."

"Don't make me say it twice, if you don't obey me, I'll replace you." Jing Mo's patience with Zhou Jing was obviously not much.

Zhou Jing was threatened by this, obediently said oh, and left.

After Zhou Jing left, Nan Xing smiled and said, "Are you bluffing people like this?"

Jing Mo didn't feel any guilt at all: "He will eat this, you sit."

Nan Xing sat down beside him.

Seeing him sitting next to him, Jing Mo felt a surge of joy in his heart: "Is fried pork belly with garlic sprouts delicious?"

Nan Xing would not hesitate to praise him if he wanted anything from others: "It's delicious, your cooking skills are really good."

Let’s talk about men, although the consciousness has not yet been realized, but the body is much more honest. It was praised that if Jing Mo had a tail, he could perform a peacock for Nan Xing on the spot: “As long as you like it.” He There were not a few mouthfuls of rice left in the bowl, and it was not easy to talk to people while eating, so I quickly put it into the bowl, chewed it, swallowed it, and went to collect the bowls and chopsticks.

Nan Xing had something to ask him, so he didn't leave in a hurry. When he cleaned up the table and went to wash the dishes, he found a rag and wiped the table clean.

Jing Mo, who was washing dishes at the side, saw this and said, "There is water in the pot, pour it yourself."

Nan Xing brought two bamboo cups and poured two cups of water.

It wasn't until he started using the kettle that he realized that it had a different touch, but considering that it was brought back from the outside, it wasn't surprising that he only touched it a few times before giving up.

Jing Mo washes the dishes well, probably because he understands Nan Xing's temperament to some extent.

In the past, this person would definitely leave after returning the bowl, without staying for a second, but today, he sat here and waited for so long: "Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yeah." Seeing that he guessed it, Nan Xing said directly: "I have a cousin who works in a restaurant in the town. I want you to teach him how to cook. Don't worry, I will tell him to pay back his wages." For you."

"Cook as you cook, don't ask for money." Jing Mo sat back in his seat.

Nan Xing explained: "You have been doing business outside all year round, and you may not know that the dishes you cook are not available in the town. If you sell the recipes to restaurants, you can exchange them for money."

"I'm not short of money. If your cousin wants to learn, I'll teach him."

In the end, he was the one who took advantage of him, so Nan Xing thanked him sincerely.

"I have rarely seen your relatives."

Nan Xing explained: "People from my generation are not in the village, and usually come back during the holidays."

"Oh."

Nan Xing said: "Next time my cousin returns to the village, I will bring him here again."

"Okay." Anyway, he is at home, and it doesn't matter which day he comes over.

After the matter was settled, Nan Xing couldn't stay any longer, so he got up and left.

Jing Mo sent him out, and when they parted, he asked, "I'm going to town tomorrow, what do you want to buy?"

Thinking that this person has to plant in summer these days, he will not be free to go to town for a while, since he can't help with planting rice seedlings, he can help with other things.

Nan Xing thought for a while: "Then please help me bring two catties of fat back, and I'll give you the money when I get back."

"No problem."

"Then I'm going back." He turned and left.

Jing Mo waited for his back to disappear around the corner before locking the courtyard door.

Before entering the house, Jing Mo went to look at the vegetable field first. The half-empty vegetable field has not been replenished. The sun is hot now, so it is not easy to plant seeds, so we have to wait until the afternoon.

Around noon, Zhou Jing came over to continue chopping firewood.

At the end of Shen Shi, when the sun was not so hot, he put down his ax and went to the field to water the tomato seedlings.

Jing Mo also brought well water, poured water on the vegetable field to moisten it, and then sowed the seeds.

This batch has to save some seeds, otherwise the cabbage will not be able to eat in the future.

Yanteng was at the side, extending its two tentacles into the barrel to play with the water.

Jing Mo didn't bother to take care of it. After watering the vegetable field, he looked at the place where the peach pits were planted.

Nothing has changed there.

Jing Mo wanted the peach pit to break out of the ground, but he still poured out his supernatural power.

Yanteng felt the familiar fluctuations, and ran over to rub it again, but Jingmo quickly retracted it. He didn't enjoy enough, so he rubbed Jingmo with his body. Jingmo couldn't help it, so he had to give it another wave.

The tobacco vines irrigated by the supernatural power wanted to grow up, but it was Jingmo who pressed its head, and it was obvious to stop it, so it stopped.

Although it cannot develop vertically, it can develop horizontally, so its body is thicker.

Jing Mo had no choice but to pretend that he couldn't see it.

I don't know if the two thick tentacles will be wiped out on the spot when they are drawn on the pheasant.

But fortunately, the pheasant suffered a loss, and instead of running to the vegetable field, it learned to cherish its life.

Early the next morning, Jing Mo got up to wash up and went to town.

It was still that time, but there was no familiar bullock cart at the entrance of the village.

Only then did he remember that Nanhai was busy with planting summer crops, and he probably had to stop for a few days without going to the market, but he had no choice but to walk.

When it comes to buying cattle, Jingmo doesn’t consider it, let’s not count the cost. It’s uncomfortable to see and touch every day but not to eat.

Now he can reduce trouble for himself as long as he can, and it will not be a big deal.

His footsteps were fast, and it was almost as he expected, and he walked to the town without a stick of incense.

Because he was going to buy meat, and he had to buy meat early, so Jing Mo didn't go shopping first, but went to the vegetable market first.

The owner of the meat stall couldn't be said to be impressed with him, he was engraved into his soul. When he saw Jing Mo's figure from a distance, a smile appeared on his face.

When Jing Mo came up to him, he greeted with a smile, "Your guest is here."

Those who didn't know thought that these two people were doing some dirty business.

Jingmo is used to buying things as a family, not to mention that the boss is honest, so along the way, no matter how eager others shouted him, he didn't even look at it.

He glanced at the meat table, and saw that half of the portions had been sold, but he was lucky today, and there were still two unsold pig's trotters on the table.

"How do you sell pig's trotters?"

"Eight cents a catty."

Jing Mo just asked casually, and he nodded: "Wrap it up, and weigh another ten catties of fat meat, five catties of lean meat, pig bones and internal organs."

"Okay, the price is still the same." The meat stall owner said happily.

Jing Mo hummed.

The owner of the meat stall cut the pork belly first, and Jing Mo ordered: "There are two catties to pack separately." This is for Nan Xing.

"Okay." The owner of the meat stall quickly chopped off the ribs.

After cutting the meat, he asked Jing Mo again, "Can I chop the pig's trotters for you?"

"Then I'll trouble you." His family didn't have a machete, and it was not easy to chop off a pig's trotter full of bones.

The owner of the meat stall fixed the pig's trotters with a small butcher's knife, raised the machete and operated it with a bang, and the pig's trotters were split in two.

After everything was done, the pig bones were broken, and only then were they classified and labeled.

"...The pig's trotters are just four and a half catties, and the pig's bones and internal organs add up to 280 catties...together it is 280 yuan. You can give [-] yuan." The amount, he wrapped everything in oiled paper, and seeing that Jing Mo was empty-handed, he reminded: "Next time you come over, remember to bring a basket, it's not easy to carry so much."

"Okay." Jing Mo gave him the money.

The meat stall owner took it over and quickly counted the money: "That's right."

Only then did Jing Mo leave with his things in both hands.

When I got to a corner where no one was around, I put the things in the ring and continued shopping.

He went to buy a tea set first, he really needed to prepare a set of this thing, he couldn't let the guests come, and let people hold the bamboo cups all the time, besides, if the electric kettle was put down, more people would see it, maybe something would happen.

So Jing Mo went into a place that specializes in selling tea sets. This thing didn’t need to be complicated and grand, so he picked out a set of plain ones. The tea set included a teapot, six cups and trays. Jing Mo saw that there were more in the store. Locally produced green tea is also weighed by a catty, and it will be used as a treat for guests in the future.

The tea set is okay, a set is only a hundred yuan, and the tea is more expensive, fifty yuan a catty.

Jing Mo asked the clerk to pack it up, went out and picked a deserted corner, and put it in the ring.

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