Savage Fortune Little Landlord

Chapter 149

The two dawdled in the tent for a long time, and when the two came out, the sky was bright, and there was no one else beside the fire pond except Huangtao.

Seeing Grandpa Kezi blowing the lamp, Huangtao came up to meet him: "Sister Qingmei took everyone to collect soft velvet grass, the lotus root has been warm."

The lotus root soup that Qingmei left for the two of them was a little too much, and they couldn't finish it.

Staring at the lotus root soup that was left in the cauldron but could not be finished, Xia Weiwei said helplessly: "I'll have lunch in the bowl..."

The last word to eat was shattered in the throat by the swan cakes that fell into the pot one after another.

Nane looked up, and saw a flock of swans gathering above the fire.

"What's going on here?" Grandpa Kezi wondered.

Yesterday, there were many swans, but they circled a large area. Today, the number of swans is less than half, but they miraculously gather at one point.

"It wasn't like this before!" Huang Tao, who raised her head, wondered.

Withdrawing her eyes, she landed on Huang Tao's face, Xia Weiwei's expression was not very good: "Aunt Huang Tao, are you sure?"

Huang Tao didn't react for a while, and nodded slowly: "Sure, I have been guarding the firepit, if they were on top of my head before, I should be covered in shit!"

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

Just like responding to Huang Tao's words, Huang Tao's words fell, one bubble after another of poop fell, one hit Xia Weiwei's wrist holding the bowl, and another fell on the top of her head.

Their eyes silently shifted to their wrists, and the three of them were speechless as they watched the poop that slid slightly along the arc of the wrist.

Most of the time in winter, you can see a group of swans circling in the sky, and swans are famous for having one intestine through their buttocks, and they pull it when they eat it.

Not to mention that people experience things like dropping shit every day, but definitely everyone has experienced it.

But whoever is unlucky will not be unlucky and come together twice.

This baby, I don't know if I should say that she is unlucky!

"We need to make some pot lids!" Grandpa Kezi frowned, his eyes turned back to the cauldron.

Looking up and looking at the swans, Huang Tao didn't quite agree with this proposal: "If it's put on first, then it's fine to wash it, pour it out and cook it again, but if it's cooked well, it will fall down when the soup is divided, or start to divide the time... ·”

Don't say how stinky the swan cake is, just watch it fall into the soup and feel sick.

Come to think of it, he didn't want that kind of picture to appear.

"Let's rest more while cooking, and move the stove to the tent."

No one wants to carry food but has no appetite. When Grandpa Kezi said this, Huang Tao nodded hurriedly: "Take a rest at noon, and go to bed hot at night."

Grandpa Kezi obviously felt that Xia Weiwei's psychological shadow area was expanding, so he wiped the hay for her and told Huangtao, "Burn some hot water for Ah Que to wash his hair."

"Oh!"

Not daring to look at Xia Weiwei, Huangtao turned away to carry the water, while Grandpa Kezi followed closely behind Huangtao, and after Huangtao carried away the basin of water, he moved the water that Qingmei and the others brought in early in the morning into Just go into the tent.

"Whoo~"

After taking a long breath, Xia Weiwei muttered in a low voice: "I've been unlucky since I met that kid!"

"What?" Huang Tao thought Xia Weiwei was talking to her.

Grabbing a handful of fire ash, rubbing off the remaining smell on his wrist, and sprinkled two handfuls of fire ash on top of his head, Xia Weiwei said, "I found out that I've been unlucky since I met that kid Wen Ya." .”

Only Qingmei and his wife knew about rolling down the lotus pond in front of Wen Ya, but both the falling lotus pond and the sprained foot were in Dongbu.

And her misfortune continued from Dongbu.

This matter, at first glance, is really the case, but it is not true when you think about it carefully.

Huang Tao shook her head: "It's just a coincidence, if you insist, Wen Ya is still your lucky star."

She sprained her foot, but someone saved her.

A thought flashed across her mind, and Huang Tao's face changed: "Ah Que, you and I, Uncle Changzhu, are not afraid of the cold, so you can use the fluff that will be distributed to us later."

She didn't think anything of it before, but when she heard Wen Ya say that the child had a dark heart, she suddenly woke up.

Her child is young, and she can safely accept the tolerance of everyone in the tribe, and the best gift is the best, but this everyone does not include the girl in front of her.

If the fluff is considered as the reward for her help weaving, if it is evidence of her black heart, it should only belong to her!
Xia Weiwei was not surprised by Huang Tao's sudden remarks. If anyone in the tribe heard the most conversations between her and Wen Ya, then it was Huang Tao.

After Wen Ya made it so clear that she had taken advantage of him, if Huang Tao remained silent, if she felt that she had given her a helping hand and the fluff should be given to her, then her character would not be much better than Fen Ying's mother and daughter. Be wary of her too.

Xia Weiwei has always been respected by others, and she pays them back. Seeing that Huang Tao's face didn't look much better, she smiled and explained: "Aunt Huang Tao has been helping me in the past few days. If you want to talk about remuneration, the remuneration There should be Aunt Huangtao in it."

"Recently, I can't help him weave. In the future, the fluff will not be distributed to everyone. If Aunt Huang Tao is afraid of taking advantage of me, I will help me more when we weave in the future."

Huang Tao didn't know that Xia Weiwei was giving her peace of mind, but the more this happened, the more she felt ashamed for accepting those things without saying a word.

"Ah Que, but based on what you did for our mother and daughter, don't talk about handing over the fluff for you, it is not too much to share half of our mother and daughter's food with you in the future. Don't say no to Auntie about this fluffy thing. There will be plenty of time later, and Uncle Changzhu will figure out a way, so you don't have to worry about us."

Seeing that Huang Tao was unwilling to compromise, Xia Weiwei didn't force it, and took out two handfuls of fire ash and sprinkled it on the top of her head, to get rid of the drizzling feeling, and then turned to look for Grandpa Kezi.

The tent is always too narrow, and the risk factor of fire in a tent that has not been covered with mud is too high. It is better not to go in or not.

"Grandpa Kezi, let's build a wide shed with reed poles."

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"I think the straw curtain is a little thicker and not easy to support, but the reed curtain is much better..."

For Balabala, Xia Weiwei explained how to make reed curtains and how to build a shed in one breath.

After listening, Grandpa Kezi accelerated the movement of transferring the water basin and kettle.

They can eat raw lotus root at noon today, and the swan did rest when cooking at night, but he doesn't want to eat raw lotus root tomorrow morning.

After ensuring that the drinking water would not be polluted, Grandpa Kezi went to find someone. Seeing that there was a lot of hot water, Xia Weiwei wanted to wipe his body, but after washing his hair, Qingmei came back with a group of children.

"The swan isn't on the fire?" After saying that, Qingmei saw Xia Weiwei twisting her hair: "What's going on?"

"Shit!" Blinking innocently, Xia Weiwei expressed that she was very unlucky.

Qingmei was momentarily at a loss for words.

A thought arose in my mind at the same time.

It's an excuse to be afraid of the swan's cake falling into the pot, but it's serious to be afraid of falling on her head again, right?
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(End of this chapter)