Reborn 1980 counterattack queen

Starting from the first and last five types of cakes, Sun Bailu directly introduced the various specialties of Jianghai Village or Huanhai Township to them one by one according to the order of the photos Yu Fushu had placed.

There are more and more pages, and the text layout on each page is neat and generous, and the narrative is concise and clear. Coupled with her stick figures, the content becomes more fascinating.

Uncle Mo aligned the edges and corners of each piece of paper, and said casually: "It's organized into a book like this, and it can be taken directly to the publishing house."

Sun Bailu was writing. Hearing this, she paused the pen in her hand, and looked at Uncle Mo with sparkling eyes.

Yu Fushu looked at her from the side, and Uncle Mo also felt something, blinked his eyes, and looked back at Sun Bailu: "Huh?"

"Yes!" Sun Bailu said, "Why, I didn't go to the publishing house?"

The Internet is still a younger brother, and paper books occupy an absolutely huge market. If she takes advantage of the present to publish some books...

Forget about novels, she can't write, and she doesn't have the energy to burn her brain cells to death.However, she still knows how to write chicken soup for the soul, recipes, and jokes. The title of the popular title of marketing 30 years later, placed in 85, is absolutely terrifying!
"Ouch!" Uncle Mo cried, "I just said that casually, little beauty, you should go to the vegetable market to sell vegetables!"

Sun Bailu raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously, "Uncle Mo! If I really publish it, no matter how much the royalties are, I will treat you to dinner. Thank you for your great idea!"

Uncle Mo cut his voice: "Don't! I just ask you that if you are rejected then, don't treat me like a meal."

"Hahaha!" Sun Bailu was amused, "Uncle Mo, you are so cute!"

"What, I'm cute?!" Uncle Mo showed disgust on his face, "Go aside, it's not big or small."

Yu Fushu was also amused by the side, his smile was clear and clean, a rare brilliance these days.

It was getting dark outside the window, and the view inside the house became worse. Yu Fushu turned on the lamp on the desk, and Uncle Mo also ran to turn on the light.

The room was suddenly bright, Sun Bailu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look out the window.

Xiang Wan's sea breeze was strong, blowing the broken hair on her forehead. She quietly looked at the sky and sea outside the window, her clear eyebrows and eyes were especially moving under such sky light.

"Don't be afraid!" Uncle Mo said, "Little beauty, we will send you back when the time comes! After writing these, you can stay and eat."

After a long time, Sun Bailu sighed softly and said, "That's right, the seaside is relatively hot. In fact, it can be said that it is autumn now."

The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer.

Time flies, even though she is only 15 years old now, she seems to be in her 60s in the blink of an eye.

In the previous life, it was not so fast.

Yu Fushu watched Sun Bailu's profile from the side, and said in a low voice, "You, why did you suddenly become sad?"

Sun Bailu turned to look at him, and smiled: "No, it's not sad."

She put down the pen in her hand: "I have to go back first. I talked a lot today. I'll come back another day. After I finish talking about the rest, I'll tell you about our handwork."

Yu Fushu said: "Aren't you going to eat here?"

"No, I said to invite you to dinner several times, but I still haven't succeeded. How can I have the nerve to spend dinner at your house again?"

She was about to get up from the chair, Yu Fushu said: "Wait."

"Ok?"

"There's something I want you to look at for me."

"what is this?"

Uncle Mo's heart tightened, and he wondered if it could be...

Seeing that Yu Fushu really took out the picture of the string of bells from the book beside him, and put it in front of Sun Bailu.

"Huh?" Sun Bailu picked up the photo and looked at it, "Why does this bell look familiar..."

"Well, Uncle Mo and I don't remember where it was taken, so I want to ask you."

"Okay, let me think about it." Sun Bailu said.

After she came back from rebirth, she didn't visit the whole Jianghai village, and she didn't know every place well.

Therefore, the memory of this string of bells can also be said to be from her previous life.

Seeing her, Uncle Mo didn't think of it, and said, "Little beauty, don't you have any impression? Didn't you just say that you look familiar..."

"Don't worry," Sun Bailu murmured, "If I can't remember, I'll go back and ask someone if I can figure it out."

Uncle Mo said: "That makes sense."

Suddenly, Sun Bailu's eyes froze, and his other hand barely covered his lips.

Uncle Mo hurriedly asked again: "What's the matter?"

"You guys, are you really taking pictures now?" Sun Bailu raised his head and looked at Yu Fushu, "Are you sure you took pictures now?"

Yu Fushu said: "The photo is new, you can feel it."

After finishing speaking, he found that Sun Bailu's face was extremely pale, so he couldn't help frowning, and his voice became concerned: "What happened, is it related to this string of bells?"

"I don't know how to tell you," Sun Bailu looked back at the photo, "I saw this string of bells at my grandfather's house when I was young."

"Your grandfather?" Yu Fushu and Uncle Mo almost spoke in unison.

"But this eave is not the eaves of my grandfather's house." Sun Bailu looked at the corner of the eaves, "Where is this eave..."

Uncle Mo glanced at Yu Fushu, then looked back at the photo in Sun Bailu's hand: "Could it be that this string of bells is not unique, there are two strings?"

"No." Sun Bailu shook his head, "This string is the one from my grandfather's house. Look here."

Yu Fushu and Uncle Mo looked along her slender fingers.

Sun Bailu said: "This piece of white is bird droppings. When it dries, it will become the mark of this string of bells."

Yu Fushu: "..."

Uncle Mo stroked his chin: "This bird poop is quite unique, but why didn't you wash it?"

"My grandfather passed away when I was seven or eight years old," Sun Bailu said softly, "Could it be that this string of bells was stolen by someone else?"

Uncle Mo whispered: "But who dares to hang the stolen things under the corner of the eaves openly..."

"Yeah, who would dare?" Sun Bailu was puzzled, "Otherwise, I'll go visit my grandma's house sometime?"

Yu Fushu asked, "Where is your grandmother's house?"

"It's in Xiaoyantou, the easternmost corner of the island in Jianghai Village. It's a single-family house, quite big. However, it's always empty there, and only my uncle and aunt clean it during the Chinese New Year."

"Sounds far away, shall we go together tomorrow?"

Sun Bailu shook his head: "I can't go tomorrow, I have work to do tomorrow."

With that said, Sun Bailu put down the photo and got up: "Leave the bell to me. I have memorized the shape of the eaves. I will pay attention to it. I'll go first."

But Yu Fushu blocked her with one step: "Wait a little longer."

Sun Bailu looked up at him: "Is there anything else?"

"Maybe there's a good show you'll want to see."

"Good show?"

"Well, let's stay for dinner first, and we'll drive you off after we're done."

Sun Bailu frowned curiously, her bright and clear eyes were filled with confusion.