Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

Cool mountain winds blow past, bringing bugs and birds in the jungle. But he didn't want to listen to this natural and wonderful tune. His hands clasped together and he turned around, “Wei Zhixing, it's not about other people's behavior behind this. ”

“Am I not a dwarf and an adult? I don't have a half-time officer, a civilian, who can't be an adult.” Wei Zhixiang's mouth has been working out for many years. Easily, he can't even say what he choked on slowly. He will only stare at him dry.

Ann agreed with Wei Zhihang's plan. After all, he was too annoyed by the lateness of this bug, and he couldn't get rid of it. It made people hold their breath, how can he not grasp the opportunity to vent? So Ann jumped out and asked Yihe, “How can I believe you're a good man when you don't even want to accept this little request? ”

Ann's words are like overwhelming the last straw of the camel, reluctantly and unwillingly accepting the request to collect firewood, walking to the woods step by step, and constantly looking back at Ann, hoping that she would give up asking her help.

Andersen couldn't help but hurry away from his view. When he saw that he was accepting late, he followed Wei Zhihang to the side of the stream with his vegetables. It was just in the direction of leaving late. Even if he turns back frequently, all he sees is Ann's back.

That's all, the most hateful thing is to look back and see Ann and Wei Zhixing cooperating perfectly, washing one string at a time, smooth and uninterrupted hesitation. This tacit tacit agreement made Late Hate itch, can only comfort himself. Wei Zhixiang only knew Ann earlier than himself. It's not great.

As Gu Chunzhu expected, Ann still had a difficult time on this spring trip, because all the firewood picked up by Yan Wei was a little damp and could not be ignited, only the thick smoke was raised, and the smoked people moved away.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Wei Zhijiang, as the proponent of late picking up firewood, was so tempered to jump, I didn't expect late picking not to arrive, but tormented himself enough.

Before he was late, he took his own hand for a while, and suddenly thought that he was carrying a servant, so he aroused others to help him collect firewood. Because his heart was angry at Wei Zhixing, he was particularly prompted by his servants to pick up that kind of ingredient that didn't burn, which can be said to be very bad.

Looking at the manifestations of Late Hope, Ann is once again convinced that Late Hope is by no means a trustworthy person, and it is best to stay as far away as possible.

Faced with Wei Zhixing's accusations, he pretended to be innocent and weak, “I haven't burned a fire, how do I know that these firewood can't be used? ”

Wei Zhihang had nothing to say, turned to apologize to Miss Wei and others and offered to pick up firewood. Everyone said it wasn't his fault and that they could pick it up together. But before they started, Gu Xiaohu came back with the vegetables in his arms and dry wood in his arms.

Gu Xiaohu dumped dry wood in front of everyone, ignorant of what happened, wiped the sweat, said, “I will not ignite it, to make up for me bring back the wood, you go. ”

Wei Zhihang clapped Xiaohu's shoulder, refreshing size, “Brothers are here in time, I thank you, I will let you taste my craft later! ”

“Then I have to treasure this hard-won opportunity. ”

Together, some of the dry wood brought by Gu Xiaohu was piled into a sharp corner. Under it, some small branches and dead leaves were put on the mat, and the fire folder was used to ignite it once. Surely, tardiness is the biggest difficulty of this time.

The flames gradually stabilize only by chance, and people start trying to bake themselves. In the name of his labor, he also asked to be included in this feast he had baked himself. In order to avoid the burden of apprenticeship, Ann agreed, saying that her share could give way to a little late eating.

“No, you gave him the food. What did you eat?” Wei Zhihang looked at Ann with disapproval, his heart was a little sour but instantly healed by peace.

Ann crooked her head, serious and straight, “Don't you share your food with me? ”

Wei Zhixiang smiled like a fool, nodded like a chicken pecker, and started baking things on his hand. He took a bunch of meat, put it over the flame and constantly flipped it over and roasted it for a few moments, sprinkled a little oil and salt from the side, and then repeated the previous flip and roast. He has been patiently and rhythmically roasting, slowly wearing the scent of food.

And he contrasts sharply with the few beside him, especially the late-hearted. Because he never tried to cook himself, never even went to know, he was stranger to the fire and timing, so much so that his things were burnt on the surface, but still raw inside.

Slowness seems to be focusing on baking things, in fact, sneaking his eyelids up to observe the people around him. Good, nobody noticed me. Slowly, he carried what he had just baked behind his back and tried to throw it away.

At this time, Wei Zhixing happened to cook a batch of food, happily grabbed the treasure in front of An An, and once his eyes swept, he saw the small action of Yihe. Then Wei Zhixiang stuffed the food into Ann's hand, and an arrow crossed behind Yan Yihe to snatch his chicken wings as coke, and raised them high, “Yan Yihe, what the hell are you, eating fear is not going to kill people. ”

Yan He didn't have Wei Zhihang Gao, he kept jumping up to retrieve what he had in his hand, but he hid all of it. Yan Yan Zhihang's gasp didn't even touch the bamboo stick of the grill.

Everyone cheers and cheers as if they were watching a good show, and eats more with their own hard work.

“Hey, you can't grab it.” Wei Zhixing roasted the strings in front of Yan Yihe with childishness and said with pride.

Slow down is not only a face now, but even the inside has been thrown away, so simply break the jar, sit calmly for a second and grab a new set of food. After all, I don't have lunch to prepare, and I can rub a little bit of food on the stomach. However, the next few strings of deliberate grasshoppers continued to fail, and also successfully deplete the share of Ann Jean.

Wei Zhixiang smiled happily and gloriously and handed over his "work of pride” to Gu Xiaohu from behind. The intense scent is like a hundred pants, tightly connected to the nerves of the lazy grass, and the stomach that has been "moaning” is more and more indicative of its presence.

This last Spring Tour came to a perfect end in Wei Zhixing's constant demonstration of his high super barbecue technology and coveted triple feet of delight.