Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 61 Winter Fishing
"Gamble, don't go back on your word."

Two packs of spicy strips, just roll them out of his mouth!

Meng Tang looked at the intoxicated Zhou Yiyi with a smirk, and quietly twirled her fingertips.

It's not good to be too greedy, people!
The huge snowball exploded, and pieces of ice fell on his neck, making Song Han shiver from the cold.

He gritted his teeth and fought back against his cruel sister, but Song Yu didn't know any secrets. He was as slippery as a loach, and he couldn't hit him, and his verbal attack was rejected ineffectively.

Song Han's stomach hurts from repeated failures, but she is so proud and complacent that she is willing to give in to Song Yu. Complicated emotions are running wild in her heart, like flames wanting to burn her.

It's just a defeated general, what can I do?
The so-called invincible sister was hit by her and was completely helpless. Song Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and a sour feeling spread to her limbs and bones.

Sister, do you feel the hot love from my sister?

But it was not enough, she was waiting for her sister to beg her for mercy!
Taking advantage of his illness and threatening his life, seeing Song Han in a trance, Song Yu rolled up a snow ball the size of a washbasin and threw it at Song Han without hesitation.

Sister, throw in the towel!

The giant snow ball came head-on, with such speed that there was no way to avoid it, no way to avoid it, Song Han's eyes widened in horror, and he was knocked down to the ground with a thud.

"Hahaha, I won! Sister, you lost!"

No, she didn't lose!
Song Han struggled to get up from the snow, but his strength was exhausted, and his trembling arms were no longer able to throw the snowball.

Did she lose?
Looking at Song Yu waving his arms with a piercing smile on his face, Song Han couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly.

How could Song Yu win against her?
The battle situation has been decided, and the winner and loser have been divided. Meng Tang pulled the ugly Zhou Yiyi with a smile all over his face, and sincerely praised: "Xiaoyu, you did a good job!"

"Meng Meng, my sister lost, and I won!" Song Yu yelled, crying with joy as he looked down at his red palm.

"Hmph, Sister Han must have let you in on purpose, otherwise you wouldn't be able to win."

Zhou Yi muttered softly, but his heart was bleeding.

Woooooo, it will take him two months to eat a pack of spicy strips, so desperate.

"Xiao Yu, you have always been amazing, you are a well-deserved little fairy in my heart."

Embracing Meng Tang emotionally, Song Yu burst into tears: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L l L l L L L t t t

The piercing smile made her feel terrible, staring deeply at the two people hugging each other, Song Han stretched out his hand to cover his sore chest.

Indifferent and ruthless: "Life is born lonely, no one will be someone's lifelong friend!"

His face was as cold as frost, patting the snowflakes off his shoulders, Song Han carried his schoolbag and left without looking back.

"Song Yu, you made Sister Han angry, hehe, you will be in trouble when you go back later."

The schadenfreude ridicule made Song Yu very dissatisfied, and vigorously waved his arms to chase Zhou Yiyi.

"Zhou Xiaopang, are you looking for a beating?"

In the boundless land, the slender figure of the girl gradually drifts away, but in the snowy world, she alone is the only bright color.

If winning her is a happy thing, but for some reason, she suddenly felt sorry for her!
She is lonely!
The sky was getting darker, and large flakes of snowflakes attacked the world again with a violent attitude. The wind and frost were harsh, and the children ran back home.

In the year of auspicious snow, the first snow fell for three days and three nights. Because the snow was too deep, for the safety of students, the school was closed for five days, and the school would not start until the ice and snow melted.

The cold room is like an ice cellar, the hands and feet are numb from the cold, the hole in the corner of the room has already been repaired, otherwise the people sleeping in the back room would have been frozen into popsicles.

The coldness became more and more obvious, and the bed was not even warm when sleeping at night. After being woken up by the cold for two or three days, Meng Tang gritted her teeth bitterly, and called Zhou Liang and Meng Jie to make a simple version of the stove.

After felling the trees, the family worked hard to bundle the twigs down the mountain and pile them into stacks. As for the roots of the trees on the mountain, they were also planed a lot, and the raw materials were very rich.

Taking a shovel and a wooden bucket to dig buckets of mud from the ditch and dump them in the yard, Meng Tang drew blueprints for Zhou Liang and Meng Jie to compare. During this period, he received many "gentle" greetings from his brother.

On the day when the snow stopped, the stove was officially ready. Due to the thaw, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the stove just came in handy.

On the first day when the stove was used, his whole body was warm like summer. Meng Huaqing looked at the novelty in amazement, his eyes full of admiration.

Two days ago, seeing the three of them playing with mud, I thought they were fooling around, and the things they jointly made were quite useful, so Meng Huaqing made two stoves for his parents and old man Song.

After three days of heavy snowfall, the pause button was pressed, and the quiet village became lively.

The snow approaching the thighs tightly blocked the gates, and every household, regardless of men, women, or children, started to clear the snow from the morning.

The snow was hard and frozen into big ice cubes, and I was sweating profusely, but I couldn't clean it up.

Meng Tang took the shovel to clear the snow on the ground, suddenly, a ray of silver light flashed in her eyes, looking in the direction of the silver light, Meng Tang's mouth bulged into an 'o' shape in surprise.

Fishing in cold winter is really leisurely.

"Dad, Master is fishing by the river, I want to go and see."

"be careful."

Obtaining the promise, Meng Tang stepped on da da's little cotton shoes and approached old man Song in a three-step, one-slip posture.

Holding her breath and concentrating, Meng Tang quietly reached behind the master, and Meng Tang stretched out her sinful little hand with a smirk.

"No nonsense!"

"Master, do you have eyes on your back? How can you guess so accurately?"

"Hmph, no one dares to joke with me except you."

Meng Tang laughed: "Hey, master knows me too! Master, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you so much."

Listening to Meng Tang's crooked words, Old Man Song picked out his ears in disgust, rearranged the brim of his hat, and lifted the fishing rod in his hand.

"Want to try?"

"The one who knows me is also the master!"

Taking the fishing rod with a playful smile, Meng Tang excitedly sat on the little horse tie made by old man Song, staring at the small holes on the lake with glowing eyes.

It was freezing cold, and the surface of the river condensed into ice, even if you walked back and forth on it a few times, you would be safe.

Old man Song knocked out a small hole in the middle of the river with a shovel, and through the thick layer of ice, he could faintly see fish swimming happily in the river at the bottom.

The water surface of the whole big river was frozen into ice, and the fish at the bottom of the river had no food to eat. The hook with the bait was put into the bottom of the river. After a while, Meng Tang actually caught five or six small fish about the size of a palm. !

Sitting quietly on the river for a long time, Meng Tang huddled and arched her neck in the cold, stomping her feet involuntarily.

"cold?"

"It's not cold, but I can still hold on. Master, the fish is too small, it looks like it's still a fry. Do you want to put it back?"

With a slap on Meng Tang's hand, old man Song yelled angrily: "Prodigal son, what do you put in it? Clean up the palm-sized fish, marinate them for half a day, wrap them in white flour, and fry them in a pan until both sides are golden. Eat it with your hands, or drink it in stew.”

Damn girl, the fish has been caught, and she starts to overflow with sympathy?

Do you know that there is an academic name for this kind of behavior: cat crying mouse fake compassion!
Listening quietly to the master's teaching, Meng Tang caught a glimpse of a small black spot not far away with sharp eyes, and excitedly pulled old man Song's sleeve: "Master, it seems that someone is coming?"

　Old man Song: Damn girl, I heard you miss me?

　　Meng Tang (suspicious): Yes. (uneasy)

　　Old Man Song: Since you miss me, how about cooking a meal at noon?
　　Meng Tang:? (Master is playing some crooked idea again.)
　　Old man Song: I want to eat fried small yellow croaker, vinegar small yellow croaker, sweet and sour small yellow croaker, spicy small yellow croaker...

　　Meng Tang: Master, my apprentice can't do it, so I suggest you go to a restaurant to eat.

　　Old Man Song: Oh, what a poor old man.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)