Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 117

In the morning, light rain pattered.

The raindrops fell on the window sill with a crisp sound.

The breeze blew, and the pink mosquito net swayed with the wind. Between the gaps, the sleeping face of the little girl could be seen.

The sound of Yuluo is like a musical note, beating and falling in the bottom of my heart.

The little man on the bed twisted his body uneasily, as if he was having a nightmare.

Fire, scorching fire.

As far as the eye can see, the flames are visible to the naked eye.

Meng Tang bit her lip seriously, looking at the tumbling sparks in fear.

"Meng Meng, don't get too close to the kiln, it's dangerous."

"Tangtang, come here quickly, don't get caught by the sparks."

"Girl, hurry back to Grandpa."

"Smelly girl, you..."

There was a loud voice, and a familiar face flashed in front of her. Meng Tang looked around helplessly, but she could only hear the voice, but did not see a single person.

Admonishment, the voice of concern lingers in my ears again and again, but what about people?

Parents, elder brother, brother Liang, Xiao Yu, master... where are they?

Behind is a tightly closed and heavy door, and in front is endless flames.

Taking a small step forward slowly, the raging fire suddenly ignited, and the scorching heat spread from the soles of the feet to the bottom of the heart.

Her heart seemed to be boiling, Meng Tang clutched her chest in agony, she subconsciously turned and fled, but she didn't even think about turning her head, but bumped into the iron door firmly, with a bang, the fire seemed to be more intense.

The pupils widened unnaturally, and Meng Tang looked at the little spark that was gradually jumping out in panic, and hugged herself tightly.

For a long time, without waiting for the tingling burning sensation, Meng Tang tentatively looked up at the kiln, only to find that the boiler was gradually tilting, as if it would bury her in the next second.

No!

Holding her head sadly and desperately, Meng Tang yelled sharply.

Ah ~
Xude struggled to lift the quilt, and Meng Tang sat on the bed with disheveled hair, with muddy tears in the corners of her eyes.

Li Guiying, who was just about to enter the room, heard her daughter's screaming, hurriedly opened the door, ran to Meng Tang's side, and comforted her softly: "Tangtang, did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mom is here!"

"Mom, is the brick factory okay?" Meng Tang asked anxiously, looking up at her tear-stained face.

"The brick factory is very good. In recent days, several batches of particularly good bricks have been fired one after another. Yesterday the village chief said that he would sell the fired bricks to expand the classrooms?"

"Mom, I had a really bad dream just now, saying that the brick kiln in the brick factory collapsed, and the flames fell on me, it was so scary."

"Don't be afraid, dreams are all fake."

Meng Tangxin said with concern: "Mom, you should pay attention to safety and try not to get too close to the brick kiln."

She rarely dreams, let alone understands dreams, but the mother-in-law in the village said that dreams are instructions from God, and once she has bad dreams, she has to pay special attention to them in recent days.

She never believed in ghosts and gods, but the matter was related to herself, so she had to be cautious.

"Well, little lazy cat, Xiaoliang and Xiaojie went to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots after dinner, so you should get up and eat quickly."

"it is good!"

The light rain fell on the body and wet the raincoat, but the happy duo didn't care at all, they just buried their heads in digging bamboo shoots.

A spring rain is as expensive as oil, and every time it rains, a small bamboo shoot will emerge.

From early spring till now, they have dug up bamboo shoots no less than three times. According to Tangtang, they are almost balding the bamboo shoots!
We also dig bamboo shoots forward, but not as much as this year.

Little Bamboo Shoots: What a lot of bamboo shoots!
Thanks to the fact that Grandpa Song was not at home, they dared to dig bamboo shoots unscrupulously. Hehe, the fried pork with bamboo shoots made by Tangtang is simply delicious.

"Xiaojie, the bamboo shoots under your hand are too old and not tasty."

"Oh, then I'll change it."

In the wet soil, the two of them were barefoot and wearing raincoats, working hard. After a while, the two large baskets were full.

Holding his sore waist, Meng Jie stood up tremblingly.

"Brother Liang, do you want to go back now?"

"Ah."

The two put bamboo shoots, large and small, neatly in the basket, and lifted the basket while smiling at each other.

Meng Tang came late with a small basket and asked in surprise, "Brother, are you going home?"

"Sister, you are too lazy!"

Meng Tang blushed and explained: "It's not that I'm lazy, it's that rainy days are the best time to sleep, and it's not like you don't know that I like to fall asleep listening to the sound of rain."

"Xiaojie, let's go back later and help Tangtang fill the basket first."

"Hey, Brother Liang is still good to me."

Hearing this, Meng Jie, who was bending over to pull out bamboo shoots, said, "!"

A creature like my sister is still someone else's fragrance!

The bamboo shoots spring up one after another, about as thick as a wrist, crisp and tender, and will break off from the root when touched lightly.

The most tender part of spring bamboo shoots is the shoot tips, but most of the shoot tips are tightly wrapped by the bamboo shoots. It is difficult to see what is inside from the outside, but when the bamboo shoots are peeled off layer by layer, you can see them like small towers. Generally, the tips of bamboo shoots are tender, crisp and have a fragrance.

Throwing the muddy bamboo shoots into the basket, Meng Tang raised her head and asked, "Brother Liang, do you know what the bamboo shoots are good for?"

Meng Jie scratched his head in doubt: "Apart from eating, what else can I do?"

"Hey, let's be an outsider! Bamboo shoots are sweet and slightly cold. They can clear away heat and resolve phlegm, nourish qi and stomach, cure thirst, and diuresis. It also has the characteristics of lowering blood fat, low sugar, and multi-fiber. Eating bamboo shoots can not only promote bowel movement. Peristalsis, helps digestion, prevents constipation, and also has important effects in preventing colorectal cancer."

"Tangtang, do you still understand this?" Zhou Liang was surprised.

"Well, to be a human being is to know a lot. Although I don't need to be proficient in everything, I am born smart. Well, since God has given me wisdom, I can't make full use of it."

Looking at his little sister's stinky expression, Meng Jie curled his lips speechlessly: "Sister, what are you having for lunch?"

"Brother, do you want to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots?"

"The fried pork is very good, I like it. Girl, why is your mouth crooked?"

"..."

Her brother is a tough guy, so he didn't see her evil and wanton smile.

Standing on a small bench, prepare tender bamboo shoots, tender pork, small peppers and other dishes, and instruct Meng Jie to light up the fire, wait for the hot oil to crackle, pour in the minced green onion, ginger and garlic, stir-fry on high heat, and after the color is slightly colored, Seasoning into the pot, low heat to collect the juice.

"Packing!"

The fragrant fried pork with bamboo shoots was placed in the kitchen. Meng Tang got up and went to the main room to move the table and stools. When she returned to the kitchen to serve the dishes again, she only saw empty plates.

Ok?
Hell in broad daylight?

Meng Tang frowned and looked at Meng Jie who was serving rice, and asked in puzzlement, "Brother, where's the fried pork with bamboo shoots?"

"hey-hey!"

"Brother, are you alright?"

If you don't know, you don't know, why are you grinning at her, it's so creepy!
No, does he know something?
Meng Tang frowned and looked at Meng Jie, who had a weird smile, followed his gaze to the door, and covered her mouth in surprise for a second.

Old man Song joked with vicissitudes on his face: "Stinky girl, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my cooking skills are getting better!"

"Master, when did you come back?" Seeing the vicissitudes of life of the master whose hair was nearly white, Meng Tang couldn't help but burst into tears.

　There are thousands of knots in the day, and the depth of the heart!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)