Fragrant spring

Fragrant Spring - 233 Uncle Nine Fishing

After playing happily, Shaoqiang sat on Guiqin's papaya again, and stuffed his sinful thing into Guiqin's mouth.

Guiqin was still disgusted, but Mude was working on her lower body comfortably, which far overwhelmed the nausea in her mouth.

Muwa Village has never seen such a dirty scene since Pangu broke the sky, and Shaoqiang can be said to have set a precedent.The simple folk customs of Muwa Village seem to be changing quietly, and these ways of having fun that have been popular in the world have entered here.The reform and opening up did not bring much change to Muwa Village, but these negative products have already taken the lead.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and there were various sounds in the room, Shaoqiang's ah..., Mu De's hehe..., Guiqin's indistinct whining..., and the creaking and creaking of the bed board. Sexual sex.The three of them stopped abruptly at the same time as if they had made an appointment. Guiqin was too tired to get up and spit out Shaoqiang's dirt. She just took the clothes beside her and spit on it.

After that, Shaoqiang and Guiqin didn't put on their clothes again, and just slept naked until dawn.Mu De was chased away by Shaoqiang after doing it for a while, and Shaoqiang's desire to watch had been satisfied, so Mu De became redundant.Of course, Mude is also satisfied, dignity is not worth bullshit to him, and being comfortable is the kingly way.

——Glorious—beautiful——divided—cut—line——

Early the next morning, when Dongshan's head turned white, Uncle Jiu woke up.He went barefoot to the river to collect fish. Uncle Jiu set up five or six weirs, large and small, on each section of the river beach. He could catch small fish weighing a few pounds every day, and sometimes he could catch half a pound if he was lucky. Big fish, even sand turtles and salamanders can be caught.There is fish to eat every day, and there is no need to buy any meat. This is very important to Uncle Jiu who is old and has no income.Uncle Jiu wants to bring back some fresh fish today, cook Jiazhen a breakfast, and enlighten her well, let her find a way to get back together with Youcai slowly.Jiazhen has just moved in, and there is no stove prepared. As a landlord and an elder, I have the obligation to take care of her for a few days first.

When Uncle Jiu came to the river, the harvest was really not small. The first weir got a mandarin fish three or four fingers wide and several small white fish.The weir is a large sieve made of bamboo slices, which is erected on a slightly sloping river beach, and a dam is built with stones to guide all the water to the big bamboo sieve, and the water flows through the bamboo sieve.When the fish are swimming and looking for food, if they fall on the sieve, they can't jump up, so they can only wait to become people's dishes in the bowl.Now Uncle Jiu is the only person in ten miles and eight towns who still uses this ancient fishing method. This fishing method feels like waiting for rabbits, and once the flood rises, the weir will be pushed to nowhere. , so no one is building a weir.If you want to eat fish and weave a piece of fish, you can get several catties of fish in an hour.There are even a few people who buy more than a dozen pairs of AA batteries and make their own electric fishing machines to catch fish faster and more.

When Uncle Jiu came back from harvesting the fish, people in the village got up one after another to open the door. Uncle Jiu fried the small fish until fragrant, and saved the two big fish for fish soup at night.After breakfast was ready, Uncle Jiu came to the window of Jiazhen's room and called out kindly: "Jiazhen, wake up, get up and have breakfast, you didn't eat last night, I cooked some fish this morning, come and try something new. Bar."

 Jiazhen stayed up almost all night and shed tears silently all night.All night long, he was thinking about the years she and Youcai had walked together, about the absurd things about her and Hou San, about her son, and about herself and Youcai.Jiazhen didn't feel hungry at all, and when she heard Uncle Nine's cry, she didn't want to miss the old man's good intentions, so she agreed, "Well, I'll get up soon." Only then did she realize that her voice was hoarse. When people are sad, even if they cry in their hearts, their voices will be hoarse.

 Jiazhen lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She didn't take off her clothes last night, she just tidied her hair and came out.This home, her new home, her temporary new home, is very strange. Jiazhen can't even find the water tank anywhere, and needs uncle Jiu's guidance.When moving things yesterday, I forgot to bring the towel and toothbrush, so Jiazhen had no choice but to rinse her mouth, wash her face with her hands, and then had breakfast with Uncle Jiu.The rice was delicious and the fish was fresh, but Jiazhen was like chewing grass roots, tasteless.She didn't listen to Uncle Ninth's nagging or earnest words, but kept nodding.

 After a full breakfast, the sun also showed the top of the mountain.Jiazhen reckoned that if she was rich, she should go out to collect mountain goods, so she walked home.It should be said to be the original home, because they have divorced.Divorced, Jiazhen still has the key, she wants to go back now to get some clothes that she didn't take yesterday.It only took a few minutes to walk from Uncle Jiu's house to his original home, but Jiazhen walked with such difficulty that it took more than ten minutes to walk.When meeting villagers along the way, Jiazhen always kept her head down, not daring to speak to them.After a whole night, everyone in the village also knew that Jiazhen and Youcai had divorced and moved to Jiushugong's house, and those pale guesses before were all unfounded.Jiazhen didn't greet the villagers, and the villagers didn't dare to greet her. No one wanted to find embarrassment.

 Back home, the courtyard door was unlocked. Jiazhen thought that if she was rich, she might not go to collect the mountain goods today, so she walked in with the cheek, after all, sooner or later, these things would come to get them.As soon as the courtyard door was pushed open, the sound of TV programs came from the main room.Jiazhen saw that the kitchen door was closed tightly, and when she walked into the main room, she saw Youcai laying on the recliner and sound asleep, so she knew that he definitely hadn't made breakfast yet.Jiazhen usually cooks meals at home, and I haven't cooked for a few years since I was rich.Jiazhen shook her head, she didn't wake Youcai up, and walked out of the kitchen, seeing that the pot was dark and the stove was cold, Youcai didn't make breakfast as expected.Jiazhen rolled up her sleeves and quickly helped Youcai to make breakfast.Everything here is so familiar, Jiazhen knows how much rice is left in the rice jar without looking, and whether the matches in the matchbox are almost used up.But all of this has become a thing of the past, and it no longer belongs to me. Now that I am here, I am at most a guest, a special guest.

 Jiazhen cooked a pot of porridge for Youcai, and packed her own towels, toothbrushes, etc.Walking up to the main room, she raised her voice and shouted: "Hey, hey." Jiazhen really didn't know how to say it, she used to always call money as money, but now she felt a little inappropriate to call it like this, so she had to say "hey".

 Youcai slept in his son's room last night, and Jiazhen had already taken the bedding in his room, so he was too lazy to take out the sheets and quilt.Youcai woke up early in the morning. He didn't have the heart to collect mountain goods or make breakfast, so he turned on the TV and lay down on the recliner to watch it. He fell asleep after watching it.Now woken up by Jiazhen, he rubbed his eyes habitually and asked, "Have you got to eat breakfast?"

(Youcai is obviously not used to the days without Jiazhen. What will happen to this former couple? Read on slowly. I am the author, Lao Wu. Thank you for your attention to the stories of the little people in Muwa Village!!!)