Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 153 Who Pushed Her?

Index finger to index finger, Song Han blushed and explained: "I didn't pretend to be drunk on purpose, but I just sobered up."

"Oh, do you believe it yourself?"

"Meng Tang, obviously you are the one who is sorry for me, why are you so righteous?"

"..."

Sister, can you be reasonable?
Her failure in the college entrance examination has something to do with her having a dime?

The cause-and-effect relationship is confused, and the usage of the correlative words is wrong. No wonder her grades are not as good as hers.

Meng Tang was very speechless and gave Song Han a look, resting her thoughts on going to the flower garden.

Go home and find Uncle Wu, and learn how to piss people off!

"Why don't you speak? Are you deeply aware of your mistakes? Meng Tang, stop!"

Watching Meng Tang turn his head and run down the hill, Song Han stamped his feet resentfully.

Looking back at Song Han who was running hard, Meng Tang grinned at her maliciously.

"A little bit!"

"You wait, I will definitely catch up."

The long purple skirt stuck to his heels, and when he took a step, the sandals stepped on his clothes. Song Han was so angry that he lifted the skirt with one hand and staggered after him.

The barren hills have been transformed, and the fruit trees are all over the branches. Looking at the branches, there are many fruits. The green fruits hang high on the branches, and the breeze blows. The lovely fruits shake their bodies and look at the chasing girls.

It's nice to be young!

What a fart, the sandals with a slight heel step on the soft soil, sink in from time to time, and pull out suddenly, the inside of the shoes is full of mud, and the white straw hat socks that I just wore in the morning are black.

Meng Tang in front of her was running leisurely in a sky blue knee-length skirt, her long black hair fluttering in the breeze, looking from a distance like seaweed, dazzling.

The more he chased and the more he fell behind, Song Han stood there angrily, when suddenly his head hurt, and the black green pear fell to the ground with a bang.

Covering his head with a headache, Song Han gritted his teeth and looked up at Manshu Lizi.

"Can you hit me again?"

With a bang, a huge black pear fell from the tree and hit the back of her hand heavily.

"..."

Is she so disliked by God?

Not believing that she was a girl not liked by God, Song Han looked up at the blue sky, and murmured cautiously, "Why don't you smash it again?"

He closed his eyes and waited for three counts, but no pears fell, and Song Han was instantly happy.

She just said, how could she not be liked by God with her good looks and high IQ?
Puffing her cheeks and looking at Meng Tang who had run so far, Song Han firmly believed that she must catch up and do Meng Tang this way.

Wei Wei tidied up her long skirt and was about to leave when her forehead suddenly felt a little sticky and wet. Song Han reached out to touch his forehead in doubt, and his lungs would explode in the next second.

Bird poop, it's bird poop!

Meng Tang, this revenge will not be reported, and her surname is not Song.

Meng Tang: Build another pot?
Looking back, Meng Tang didn't see Song Han's figure. Panting, Meng Tang stopped running, leaned on the tree with one leg, took off his shoes, and poured out the soil inside.

Today is so beautiful, I wanted to spend a beautiful day, but Song Han, the sixth son, is a big villain!

She didn't know if Uncle Wu was sober, so she went to talk to Uncle Wu about the family affairs.

Time is like the sand in a funnel, and before you know it, it leaks out completely!

Songzhai was originally a small and poor village, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with inconvenient transportation. A few years ago, it made some money by building brick factories. With the strong support of the villagers, they built roads and planted trees. Some villagers even built new house.

If it is said that the construction of a brick factory will increase the economic benefits of Songzhai, then the scores in the college entrance examination will make Songzhai famous.

Everyone in the town, no matter whether they have children or not, knows that Songzhai is famous as the number one scholar, the first in the town, and the third in the city. Taking the college entrance examination is once again included in the education industry.

Although it is the third place in the city, everyone in the town feels extremely honored. No, for several days in a row, they went to Meng Tang's house with food and fruits to join in the fun, and there was an endless stream of happy villagers!
Meng Tang got tired of saying some things over and over again, but the villagers found them novel.

If it's just the villagers who are so fanatical, that's fine. Even the village chiefs of various villages are not fanatical. They often stay at her home and persuade her to go to school to give lectures!

One crop after another, about two weeks or so, the frenzied hearts of the villagers gradually calmed down.

Under the organization of the village head, the parents and students in the village who were admitted to university began to apply for the university. It took them two or three days to search for various information, and the registration was over.

It was hard to wait until the villagers calmed down, but the parents did not calm down again.

The small family in the countryside, relying on meager income, can hardly support two college students. In addition, the house was newly built not long ago, and the family still owes foreign debts. To hold a college entrance banquet, one is to raise money; the other is to be lively.

Upon hearing this news, Meng Tang immediately refused. She handed in all her private money to prove that there is no need to worry about the tuition fees, but Meng's parents and mothers feel that the children go to college, and there are a lot of books and food expenses. They don't want the children to feel inferior. , Insist on holding a school entrance banquet.

Thinking about being exaggeratedly complimented at the school entrance banquet, and smiling all the time, thinking about it, Meng Tang is ready to die!
She tried her best to dissuade her, but her parents and grandma insisted on doing it. In the end, her arms couldn't twist her thighs, and Meng Tang sat by the river with a sigh.

God, if she makes a mistake, she can be punished, but can she not die?
The stream was gurgling, and the clear water flowed continuously into the distance. Meng Tang looked down at the thatch growing by the water, and curiously stretched out her hand to grab its branches.

Leaning slightly, she was about to pluck off the roots, but suddenly her back sank, and Meng Tang fell into the water with a plop.

Meng Tang, who can't swim, splashed up and down in the water, and in panic, only had time to see the yellow vest running away quickly.

"Help... puff... save the people!"

The more she struggled, the heavier her body became. A steady stream of water poured into her nasal cavity. Meng Tang opened her mouth uncomfortably, but the river water rushed into her mouth again, making her unable to cry out.

Fall, fall, darkness!

The body is getting weaker and weaker, the strength of the struggle is getting weaker and weaker, the brain seems to be in a rapid lack of oxygen, and the field of vision is pitch black.

Consciousness slowly disappeared, and Meng Tang gradually stopped struggling.

Could it be that rebirth is just a different way of death?
She is not reconciled, really reconciled, so many wishes, so many ideals, she has not had time to fulfill them yet!

Suddenly, feeling a gravity coming from the side, Meng Tang wanted to open her eyes to see, but she had no strength left, so she could only let herself sink to the bottom of the river.

"Meng Tang, wake up, wake up for me!"

Panting and pulling the unconscious Meng Tang from the water to the shore, Song Han panicked and looked at Meng Tang, who was breathing weaker and weaker, and beat her chest hard.

By the way, Xiao Yu once said that a drowning person can use chest compressions and artificial respiration.

After cleaning up the mud and water plants on Meng Tang's mouth and nose, Song Han anxiously pressed his chest.

She couldn't die, at least not this way!
"Wake up, wake up! I haven't waited for your apology yet?"

　Hee hee, just kidding.

　　Provincial exam today, come on, come on, come on!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)