Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 121 The Child's Conscience Condemnation

Song Han, who did something bad for the first time, was very flustered and could only use cold water to relieve his inner anxiety. When he heard his mother's question, he was shocked and explained: "Mom, I'm thirsty."

"Don't drink unboiled water, be careful of diarrhea. There is cold boiled water in the house, go to the house and drink."

"it is good."

Seeing her always cute and cute daughter behaving in a panic and flustered back, Zhou Yufang couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "What's the matter with this child?"

Song Han hid in the main room, looked at his mother who entered the kitchen, and swallowed nervously.

She was so scared to death that she thought her mother had discovered something!
Thinking back to everything he did at Meng Tang's house, Song Han couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly.

She is a bad child and has done bad things, but she doesn't want to, because Meng Tang forced her!

Looking at the glare of the sun outside the house with anxious eyes, Song Han felt a strong sense of guilt.

Since when did she become so unrecognizable now?
After watching the machines farming, Meng Tang dragged Song Yu home. As soon as he walked to the door of the house, he smelled a strange smell.

Walking into the yard curiously, his eyes widened suddenly.

Who, who?

Countless mushrooms are floating on the water tank, and bamboo shoots sinking to the bottom can be vaguely seen.

"Meng Meng, what's wrong?"

"Someone sneaked into my house and poured all the dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots into the water tank. I was so mad."

Although she has already marinated a jar of bamboo shoots and mushrooms, they are only experimental products. The bamboo shoots and mushrooms that are being dried right now are the most important ingredients. How good is that?
Meng Tang looked irritably at the mushrooms and bamboo shoots floating on the water tank, and almost shut herself up.

You must know that drinking water is difficult. First of all, it costs a lot of money to dig a well, so they pick water from the river to the water tank. This is good, let alone pickled bamboo shoots and mushrooms, even the water source needs to be barreled. pick.

Who the hell is that wicked?

"Meng Meng, don't be angry, let's fish the bamboo shoots and mushrooms out of the water first."

"Ok!"

The two picked up the dustpan thrown on the ground, rolled up their sleeves, and worked hard to pick up bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

Because of the need to marinate, Meng Tang tore up the big bamboo shoots and mushrooms and dried them in the sun. After soaking in water, it seemed that they had been soaked for a long time. Some mushrooms were broken into dregs and floating.

"Meng Meng, you have attracted hatred recently!"

"Excellence is not my fault."

"Versailles, think about it, who have you provoked recently?" Borrowing Meng Tang's catchphrase, Song Yu reminded with concern.

Looking around, Meng Tang inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bleating sheep nestling in the sheep pen, and nodded: "Yeah!"

In the era without surveillance, we can only rely on wisdom and word of mouth, but she has an extraordinary monitor, so villains, are you ready to meet her wrath?

In the middle of the night, Meng Tang slipped into the sheepfold in a green dress, unbelievable: "Who are you talking about?"

"Song Han!"

"Impossible, she would never do such a thing."

Meng Tang refuted again and again. You must know that Song Han is good-looking and good at studying. Besides, she is the daughter of the village chief. She has no reason and will not do such meaningless things.

"believe it or not!"

The baa-baa sheep proudly raised its horns, pulled its legs, and kicked a ball of grass onto Meng Tang.

Stupid woman, believe it or not, if you don't believe it, you will fall down, sooner or later, she will fall for her beauty.

To die under the peony flower is to be a ghost, so cut it!
Meng Tang asked again: "It's really her? Are you reading that right?"

She really didn't want to believe it, after all, Song Han gave her a good impression as a beautiful and arrogant little fairy!

What to do, the house collapsed?
The baa-baa sheep was too lazy to talk to Meng Tang, and after wagging its tail a few times around the sheepfold, it found a dry and windy place, and slowly fell asleep.

"How could it be Song Han? It doesn't make sense to refuse to be her!"

"Does she have any difficulties? Is she forced to do so, or is she instigated by others?"

"It's definitely not her willingness. I have to ask tomorrow."

Meng Tang lay on the bed, talking to herself to find reasons for Song Han.

The evening breeze was cool, and Meng Tang, who was preoccupied, had to wait until dawn before falling asleep.

After breakfast, Meng Tang stood sleepily at the door of Song Han's house, looking into the yard.

Song Yu, who had just finished breakfast, met Meng Tang's scrutinizing eyes, happily carried her schoolbag on her back: "Meng Meng, are you coming to pick me up to school together?"

"What about your sister?"

"My sister said she was going to school to endorse, so she left early. Meng Meng, did you come to find my sister on purpose?"

Song Yu looked at Meng Tang furiously, with a displeased expression on his face.

"Uh, it's getting late, it's important that we go to school first."

Along the way, Meng Tang buried her head in thought, flashing through her mind various scenes after seeing Song Han at school, but after entering the campus, she was entrusted with a heavy task by Teacher Jiang: lead the whole class to recite vocabulary.

Alas, why do excellent people always have to shoulder heavy responsibilities?

Forget it, who made her excellent?
After finally finishing the morning class, Meng Tang rushed to the door of Song Han's class, but her legs were too short, so she only had time to see Song Han's back leaving gracefully.

Gritting her molars and sighing, Meng Tang was speechless.

Why do they always miss it perfectly?

Forget it, after school in the afternoon, she will come to block the door of the class again.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, because Song Han didn't go to school at all in the afternoon.

"Ugh!"

On the way back from school, Song Yu looked at Meng Tang who was sighing all the time, and expressed concern: "Meng Meng, you are not feeling well today, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I just haven't seen your sister for a day, and I miss her a lot."

Hearing this, Song Yu asked softly, "Meng Meng, did you quarrel with my sister?"

"No? Where did you hear the news? I didn't tell you. Listen less to gossip and learn more."

"Then why did my sister look unhappy when I mentioned you at the dinner table at lunch. And yesterday, I just casually said that you are smarter than her, and she got angry instantly. "

Recalling the scene of Shura during lunch, Song Yu pouted angrily.

In the past few days, my sister's temper has been too big, and she gets angry at every turn, and she didn't touch her switch?
Hearing Song Han's words, Meng Tang's mind flashed various hypothetical possibilities, and he licked his lips at a loss: "What happened yesterday?"

"Yesterday, my sister suddenly asked me a question, asking who is stronger between you and her, and I said you, and then she glared at me very angrily and yelled at me loudly."

A thought flashed through her mind, but Meng Tang didn't want to think badly, so she continued to ask, "What was her expression when you mentioned me at noon today?"

"It seemed a little flustered and a little scared, and then she said she didn't feel well, so she didn't go to school."

"Okay, I see. Xiaoyu, your home is here!"

Striding into the courtyard, Song Yu tilted his head and asked, "Meng Meng, my sister is lying on the bed, do you want to come in and see her?"

"No, next time!"

A child with a conscience who does bad things will be condemned by conscience to a certain extent, but if he does bad things, he must take risks, so some people should stay in their own world for a while!
　Patter, patter, beautiful essays!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)