Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 43 The Little Dirty Boy Discovers the Magic Pen of the Little Ferret

Just when Cen Abao closed his eyes and was about to enter the space, Qi Zeyao came over like a wolf, with a flickering afterimage, and when Cen Abao was about to fall to the ground, he grabbed her and pinched her In the middle of the crowd, pinching was painful: "Oh, what are you doing, little dirty boy?"

"You're fainted." Qi Zeyao said anxiously.

Cen Abao made a mistake, didn't find a good place, and scratched his forehead: "No, I just think the blue sky, white clouds and green grass are very exciting, I want to lie down."

"Lie down." Qi Zeyao said, "I'll pull the weeds and make fodder."

It can be said that the little dirty boy was sent away, and Cen Abao wrote the word "feed" with a magic pen.

Suddenly, a bag of feed fell from the sky, and Cen Abao coughed because of choking.

She took it out and smelled it, and licked her lips: "It's delicious, it's really fragrant." She made such a fuss that even a ferret wanted to taste it.

Cen Abao pulled his neck and shouted: "Little dirty boy, I'm done, come back."

Qi Zeyao carried the sack on his back, and Cen Abao sang a little song with joy, saying to himself: How good it is that the feed can be used all the time.

Qi Zeyao recalled the scene he watched just now, and it was not shocking. They changed from animals to humans. There is nothing more shocking than this.

Just... worried.

He turned his head, Cen Abao is beautiful, stopped after taking two steps, squatted down and picked a small red flower and pinned it on his head shyly, shrugged his shoulders, covered his mouth with his hands for fun, and muttered softly: Hee, I really am nice.

All of a sudden, he bumped his head on the little dirty boy's back, knocking off her little red flower: "What are you doing?"

Qi Zeyao was confused, opened his mouth, closed it, and said: "In the future, I will help you cover whatever happens to you."

Ba ta, the little flowers picked for Mrs. Cen and Niang fell off, eyes wide open and chirping: "You, you, you, you..."

Qi Zeyao squatted down, picked up the little flower, and said in a low voice, "I will keep it secret and cover for you. We are good partners."

Cen Abao was stupefied and thought for a while.

I already know it, and I can't make up for it.

Before approaching the door of the house, Cen Abao patted him on the shoulder, with a serious face: "If you betray me..."

"Become a dog."

Cen Abao sneered and laughed.

Someone came from the yard, it was the village chief, and there was a tall and mighty man beside him, watching and talking about things.

Mrs. Cen quietly waved to her grandson.

Cen Abao rubbed in from the side, and sat behind with a small stick, his chin resting on his hands like a flower, Qi Zeyao sat behind her, Cen Arun looked at them, and sat behind them.

The village chief smacked the shredded tobacco that Cen's family gave him before: "Big sister, our small fishing village is different from your previous Dahe village. You dig the ground all day with your face facing the loess and your back facing the sky. Farming, as for us, is not only digging the land, but also catching the sea and fishing."

"The purpose of farming is to fill our stomachs, earn some money, and pay taxes and food."

"But it's different to catch the sea and fish. In order to make money, we sell small and small ones to the common people. If they can be sold to shops, restaurants and so on, that would be even better."

"Big sister, if you want to live in this village, you have to be like us, otherwise you will drink the northwest wind."

The village chief pointed to the man next to him: "Boss Wang, the No. 1 fisherman in our village, he is very good at fishing and catching the sea. take you."

Mrs. Cen squeezed out a smile: "Brother Wang, please."

Boss Wang glanced at her without saying a word, a little cold.

After the village chief and the others went back, Mrs. Cen summed it up: "I see that Boss Wang is stubborn, arrogant, and not easy to deal with. We are like this. Let's take a look at what we have at home. Grab it and send it to me. What is that called?" Is it not strange that there are so many people, he is a craftsman, we should learn from him, so we have to be humble and flatter him."

Within two quarters of an hour, Mrs. Cen came back just as she was, leading A Bao and carrying a straw basket.

Hang up a wild rabbit, two pheasants, a large piece of bacon, dried sweet potatoes, and persimmon cakes.

"Mother, why didn't you want it?" Li Xiang was puzzled, and said to herself: If someone else gave me these, I would be happy to accept them.

Granny Cen sighed.

Cen Abao answered, shaking his little head: "Third aunt, tsk tsk, this family lives much better than ours. They don't lack anything, and the food is better than ours. My grandma and I went to the previous family to eat butchered vegetables, pork. Pork bones, pig blood, and pigs are stewed together, and the sesame oil on top is very fragrant."

"They said, if you don't want to give these away, let us take them back, and if you don't take them, you have to send them back to us."

"Anyway, I can't think about delivering food." The old lady Cen knew how to live, blew an oil lamp, and arranged: "The next one, the boss, the second, the third, and the boys all follow to catch the sea. Be smart and follow along. Learn to learn, and it is only when you learn from your own stomach that you can do it.”

"Although it is summer, there is also wind in the river and sea. Tonight, our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will make some leg pads for you to put on your knees, so that you will not be able to walk when you are old."

Don't worry, appoint to learn from other people's skills.

On the day after tomorrow, before dawn, Mrs. Cen got up in the dark, not daring to pant for fear of waking up her grandson.

But as soon as Mrs. Cen went to the kitchen, Abao Cen ran out in a daze.

"Are you awake? Come on, go back and take a nap for a while."

"Grandma, I'll help you." The voice was soft.

"Help, what can you do? I don't need you."

Cen Abao rushed over like a small cannonball, hugged the old lady Cen's leg, and raised her face: "Grandma, I will accompany you, you feel sad when you are busy watching in the kitchen, put Abao here, as soon as grandma raises her head, you will feel sad." Looking at Ah Bao, it's good to have someone to accompany you."

Granny Cen's heart warmed when she heard this: "Succeed, let your father and the others take the pancakes with you. This is a day's work, so you can't go on an empty stomach."

Mrs. Cen made a mistake. She lifted the rice vat first and was stunned. She remembered that most of the rice had been eaten, why was it full again?It is also impossible to take it from the grain bag in the woodshed, because she has not opened it yet.

"It's strange." Mrs. Cen muttered, without thinking deeply about it, there is a lot of work.

Scoop the noodles, the noodles are issued by the yamen, and it is specified that they are not white noodles. They are too expensive, and they can't afford them. The sieve came out.

Cen Abao had good eyesight, and in front of Mrs. Cen, she was holding a water ladle to add water to it.

I was so busy that the pancakes were steamed and put in a sackcloth bag just before dawn. I also sewed a rope around my neck so that I could not throw it away, and I could take it out to eat anytime, anywhere.

Boss Wang came with his four sons and two grandsons, glanced at them, and left.

Boss Cen and the others followed hurriedly and cautiously.

Mrs. Cen picked up Abao Cen: "Don't look, I'll be back at night, you can catch up on getting back to sleep."

In fact, Cen Abao also wanted to follow. She hadn't touched the animals in the river and sea yet, so she wanted to see them.

But Mrs. Cen refused, saying that the sea was dangerous.

But Cen Abao is thorny, he is in Cen's family and his heart is in the sea.

Ever since, Cen Abao knew the opportunity had come when Mrs. Cen was running towards the thatched cottage with her trousers in her hands...

(End of this chapter)