Defeat That Fake Heroine

There is no time in the mountains. Time is carefree. In a flash, two months have passed.

The yellow dry land in front of the small thatched cottage finally grew a piece of green grass after a heavy rain, and some small flowers finally appeared, which was not so abrupt.

A little girl with a bright yellow skirt came panting from afar. She was sweating, but her eyes were bright and moving. Her face was red, and she looked like an apple filled with sugar. The weakness of two months ago had gradually disappeared.

Wiping the sweat on her forehead, Gu Huawei continued to run forward without stopping. This was the third lap of her running around the stream and herbal fields. She set herself five laps.

Since the rice had been guaranteed, before dawn, she had already got up and ran around the medicine field where no one had come. It was about two kilometers' journey. At first, she set her goal of two laps. After slowly adapting, she gradually increased to five laps, which could be finished in one hour. That is to say, she was better than others People get up two hours early.

Think of the endless bed in the 21st century, and think about it here, she still cursed, how can this place be so unreasonable, a five-year-old girl, a talent can make her die.

However, she was slightly relieved to think that she would have the secret of physical training in the future. In two months, her body has been much better. She can guarantee that her physical strength has passed the standard. As for the so-called mental strength, she is an adult girl in the 21st century. She has no bad mental strength. She can start the first exercise of the secret of physical training tonight.

After five laps, Gu Huawei ran into the thatched cottage. At this time, the thatched cottage was as shabby and ugly as when she came. She sat on the bed, wiped her sweat with gauze, took out a coconut from the space, cut a hole with a knife and began to drink. After drinking a coconut, Gu Huawei felt better and stuffed the coconut shell under the bed. Now she can't expose herself.

Taking care of herself, Gu Hua pushed the door open, picked up a hoe that was a little shorter than her, and walked slowly towards the land in front of the door. In all the fields, there were drug boys rushing to start the day's work.

"Wei Wei, come here quickly. My sister has brought something for you." Just arrived at the medicine field, a crisp voice called her, Gu Huawei was not surprised to go to the voice, especially clever smile, "sister Yan, bring me something delicious." Gu Hua micro greedy swallow saliva, you know, she has not touched any staple food for two months.

Call her girl, Yan Jiao, who is also a waste without any talent. Fortunately, there is a close disciple of elder Yuzhu who is a close disciple. She is very gifted, so she will not be bullied miserably.

"Silly girl, it's steamed bread." Yan Jiao is about ten years old, and her ordinary green clothes can't cover her pretty appearance. She looks at Hua Wei's little head and says, "in the future, my sister will work hard to hide steamed bread for you, and you don't have to eat wild vegetables."

Yan Jiao is full of compassion. Ever since she heard that there is a five-year-old girl who is more pitiful than herself and lives in Wulinggen next to her own medicine field, she thought of the scene when her sister was away and all the people bullied her. She was even more distressed when she heard that the little girl could not go to the canteen and relied on the wild grass on the mountain every day.

"Thank you, sister Yan." Gu Huawei cleverly took the steamed bread and carefully pulled it into his mouth. His tears felt like coming out.

"Silly girl, my sister won't make you hungry." Yanjiao picks up a hoe to help Gu Huawei weed. A five-year-old girl, yuzhufeng, is really willing. Think of what like, Yan Jiao cold eyes, hoe more cold!

"Elder sister, I can't finish it all at once. How about putting it away?" Gu Huawei put the steamed bread into her sleeve. She had to save some food for the hard won steamed bread. People had to bow their heads under the eaves.