What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Just do it, Jingmo found a load, and used a shovel to clear out the ashes in each stove. As for where to put it, it is still a problem.

It is definitely not suitable to put it in the yard. When it rains, it will flow everywhere.

Sloppy and wasteful.

But there is no place to store grass and ashes at home, so I have to ask Nan Xing about it, or it's the same in his place.

These can be kept. At present, there are still chickens at home, and the plant ash can still be used. Jingmo simply puts it in front of the utility room door, and can shovel it anytime when needed.

Just find something to cover it, so as not to be lonely when the wind blows.

After finishing it, Jing Mo went to wash up, his clothes were covered with dust, he simply changed into a set of clothes and washed the dirty ones, and then went to bed.

The days that followed changed and seemed the same.

What hasn't changed is Jingmo's way of life. He still stays at home. When he didn't buy a novel before, he would sleep at home every day. If he bought a novel, it would be a disaster, and he would read it in his spare time.

Only then did Jing Mo experience his belated youth.

It was a day that should be peaceful, and it was as hot as May. He rested at home, lying on the floor with the air conditioner blowing, eating watermelon and reading novels.

It should be such a sad and unmotivated life.

But now, although it is a different time and space, there is no air conditioner or watermelon.

But melon seeds and novels are paired together. If the requirements are not too high, this dream is equivalent to being fulfilled.

Jing Mo is indeed very satisfied, after all, his goal is to eat and wait to die.

Although the novel is a bit different from what he expected, it can still pass the time.

At the beginning, Jing Mo only read the first two chapters of the vernacular novel "The Brother at the Head of the Village", and he didn't know what to say. Later, he picked it up again, and after reading five or six chapters in a row, he realized that it was a change. In the [-]s, the content was still the same mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ethics drama.

It's because he has too much structure, he thought that the "suffering ordeal" mentioned by the buddy refers to the fact that this brother's life is difficult, the land has no harvest, and after going through hardships, the warehouse is finally filled.

As a result, the elder brother was married to a wrong person, the husband was extremely rude, the mother-in-law was unreasonable, and the sister-in-law also bullied him.

Later, relying on his tenacious spirit and understanding character, he finally moved the scumbag husband, vicious mother-in-law, stingy wife, and the family lived a life of farming during the day and milking the baby at night.

"..." is outrageous.

Jing Mo really wanted to suggest to the author and Sanliang Qian Xuexue the correct way to deal with domestic violence men.

If three taels of money can be doubled, I will share "My Wife Runs Away When I Woke Up" with this author.

Jing Mo sighed. What he didn't understand the most was that even though the story was so bloody, he still felt sour.

It's outrageous. Open the door to outrageous. Outrageous. Get home.

While complaining, Jing Mo stayed up all night watching half of it, and finally went to bed when he couldn't stand it anymore.

Inevitably, I got up late again the next day.

At the end of the day, the sun was high and there was a commotion outside, Jing Mo got up from the bed.

After he fetched cold water to wash, he thought that it had been two days, and Nanying hadn't come yet, so he didn't eat breakfast, took a few sips of cold water, and went to Nan Xing's house to ask.

It's just that he came here by accident, Nan Xing is not at home today.

"Where did Brother Xing go?" Jing Mo asked as soon as he entered the door.

"Going to town, you just woke up?" Uncle Wu saw that there was still sleepiness on his face.

Jing Mo scratched his head: "What are you going to do in town?"

"The order I received a few days ago has to be delivered to others. Haven't eaten breakfast yet? There is sweet potato porridge in the kitchen, go and eat by yourself." After getting along a lot, Fifth Uncle has a certain understanding of his 'laziness' .

As an old man, it's not necessarily true that he likes this attitude towards life very much, but he is always more patient and tolerant towards Jingmo.

Recently, the two families kept meals with each other a lot, and Jingmo got used to it. He went in and took the bowls and chopsticks, scooped up a bowl of porridge that was still warm, and ate it with a snort.

The sweet potatoes are softened, and the taste is sweet and glutinous, which is very good.

Jing Mo ate a bowl first, then filled another bowl and walked out of the kitchen holding it.

There was no need to do weaving, the yard was cleaned up, and the endless bamboo materials were put aside, and the fifth uncle also moved from his old position and sat under the jujube tree.

From a distance, Jing Mo saw a dustpan six or seven inches wide on the table, but when he got closer, he realized that it was filled with needlework.

And Uncle Wu is mending clothes.

Since the clothes were placed in Fifth Uncle's arms and blocked by the table, Jing Mo couldn't see clearly.

Jing Mo sat down beside him with a bowl in his hand, watched him turn over his clothes, and asked, "What is this for?"

"Let's see how to mend it." Fifth Uncle said.

Jing Mo looked in the dustpan again, and there were quite a few scraps of cloth in all kinds of colors.

He stopped talking and concentrated on drinking porridge.

After the fifth uncle decided how to mend it, he went to get the needle and thread. He rummaged through the dustpan with his old hands and found the needle and thread of the same color, but he didn't thread the needle.

He has been doing bamboo weaving all year round. His handwork is good, and he hits the mark as soon as he wears it. He doesn't look like a 60-year-old old man at all.

Uncle Wu pinched the gaps on both sides of the crack, pierced it with one needle, and asked at the same time, "What are you looking for for Xing Xing?"

Jing Mo said: "It's not that Nan Ying is coming to learn how to cook. It's been two or three days since I haven't seen him, so I just said come and ask."

Fifth Uncle raised his eyes and glanced at him: "You want to go out?"

"That's not it." He just wanted to finish his work early and relax early.

Uncle Wu nodded: "Look at the time, the stars are coming back soon."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound at the door, and two figures walked in one after the other.

It was Nan Xing and Nan Ying.

Both of them carried a lot of things in their hands. Obviously, there was a reason for this long trip.

Seeing Nan Xing enter the door, Jing Mo stood up: "I'm back."

Nan Xing glanced this way and noticed the bowl in front of him: "You just had breakfast?"

"Well, I got up late." Jing Mo said honestly.

Nan Xing hummed, obviously living in the front and back rooms for so long, he also saw and accepted the other party's 'laziness' to a certain extent, and took something from Nan Ying: "Brother Ying, sit down, I'll make tea .” After finishing speaking, he walked to the kitchen.

Jing Mo quickly picked up the bowl and followed.

Nanying looked at the backs of the two of them as they walked one by one, and sat in front of Fifth Uncle with doubts: "Uncle, Jing Mo won't fall in love with stars, will he?"

Fifth Uncle came over and whispered, "I think it looks like it."

Nan Ying looked at the unconcealable excitement on his uncle's face, and thought of what Nan Hai said to him: "Are you really planning to match them?"

"Why, you don't think so?"

"How long have we known each other, we have to check again."

"That should be." Fifth Uncle nodded.

Fortunately, she still has her senses, Nan Ying was afraid that they would think that the people in Jingmo were handsome and rich, so she packed up the stars.

"How long has Jing Mo been in the village?" Nan Ying asked.

Uncle Wu counted the days: "It's been more than 20 days since I came here at the beginning of the month."

"More than 20 days, how can you tell whether a person is good or bad."

Uncle Wu laughed and said, "If a person really wants to hide his temper, you won't be able to see it even in ten or eight years."

That's true: "But you can't be careless."

Uncle Wu smiled: "It looks pretty good so far." He thought for a while, and then added: "I'm just a little lazy."

"lazy?"

Uncle Wu smiled and said, "Aren't you going to learn how to cook from him? You'll know if you get along with him more. Jingmo has a kind of laziness that people can't hate."

Nanying was curious, how can laziness make people not hate it?

Speaking of which, in the kitchen, Nan Xing had just put all the things he bought on the table, and when he turned around, he saw Jing Mo following in.

Nan Xing thought he was serving porridge after eating, so he didn't say anything.

Instead, Jing Mo spoke first: "What did you buy?"

"Huh?" Nan Xing looked at him, "Grandpa's medicine and some groceries."

Jing Mo glanced at the table, and there was indeed a mulberry paper bag.

Thinking of Fifth Uncle's illness, Jing Mo pretended not to understand and asked, "Why is Fifth Uncle uncomfortable?"

"It's an old problem." Nan Xing didn't want to mention it, so he changed the subject: "Are you full? There is still in the pot."

"That's enough." Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Jing Mo didn't ask any more. He ate the last few mouthfuls of porridge in the bowl, cleaned the bowl, and went to get Fifth Uncle's medicine: "Shall we fry it now?"

Nan Xing was putting away other things he had bought, and asked after hearing the words: "Are you doing nothing today?"

Jing Mo shook his head: "It's nothing, I just came here to ask you when Nan Ying will come back."

Nan Xing hummed: "You can boil some water, make tea later, the medicine needs to be brewed first, I'll do it."

"Okay." Jing Mo put down the medicine, went to wash the pot of boiling water, washed it clean, poured a ladle of well water into it, covered the pot and lit the fire to boil the water.

Nan Xing put the things back together, and went to wash the casserole specially used for decocting medicine. After washing it, he poured a pack of prepared Chinese medicine into it, and then added two bowls of water and put it on the medicine stove to soak.

"Cooking here at noon? I bought meat." It's not the busy season, and the countryside usually doesn't open fire at noon, and even if they eat, they can do whatever they want. But Nanying came back from the town to learn how to cook, so there was no reason for Jingmo to provide the ingredients. , so he met Nanying in the town, and the two bought a lot of meat together.

When Jing Mo heard that he had bought meat, he came over to have a look. It was pork and pork liver.

He didn't mean to dislike meat, but he has been eating pork recently and wanted to change his taste. If he got up early today, he would go up the mountain to catch fish.

It's too late to go to the mountain again at this time: "Okay, fried pork with fungus, have you eaten it?" The fungus brought back from the mountain last time has been dried and hasn't been eaten yet.

Nanxing shook his head.

Jing Mo thought for a while, and the fried pork with fungus is indeed not the cuisine here: "Then make this dish for you to try at noon."

He came over suddenly, and stood behind Nan Xing. The distance was so close that Nan Xing could smell the pleasant woody fragrance again.

This time it is clean, with a fresh woody fragrance without any miscellaneous smell.

Nan Xing almost instinctively followed the aroma with his nose.

This created the illusion that he only needed to turn his body slightly, as if he was leaning in Jing Mo's arms.

After turning his head back, he reacted, raised his eyes hurriedly, and met Shang Jingmo's lowered gaze.

Jing Mo was originally looking at the spinner above his head, so he noticed his movement, thought he was doing something, lowered his head and bumped into a pair of flustered deer eyes.

Bright, misty eyes.

Jing Mo's heart skipped a beat.

But at this time Nan Xing licked his moist lips.

Jing Mo could see clearly, his throat rolled uncontrollably, he stared at Nan Xing's lips, his eyes gradually deepened.

He seemed to feel that something was breaking out of the ground, driving him to do it.

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you, I have revised the previous content and changed the price of selling jade from 300 taels to 500 taels.It also changed the original seventh month of the new calendar to May of the lunar calendar.

In addition, these authors don't write novels like this. I'm not as vulgar as I am. I just took the opportunity to advertise. Don't mind me.

Today is the 22nd anniversary of Macao's return to China, let's double update, there will be more later!

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