Chapter 151: I have a "dreadnought" halo

Men are fairly safe, and the amount they eat is the size of an average adult male. It's just that the family only prepared meals for four people. Although Jiang Hua thought that men might eat together, and added a little more, this was tantamount to a waste of money.
"Look at you like that, let's eat."
Mo Mu only gave the man half of his meal. He was obviously not full, but had no food.
Mo Fan gave half of the meal in front of him to the man, and Mo's mother stopped, "Kangkang, you are growing up and eat more. He has grown up. I have prepared less food today and eat less. It's ok."
The man glanced at his eyes, without touching the chopsticks. Brother Kangkang's meal was eaten by himself, and the other party was going to be hungry.
"I'm full." It usually suffices to eat seven or eight full meals, but the original body has to support each time, no wonder it will become like this pair.
Moreover, he does not like to eat fatty meat.
Fat meat was very expensive in ancient times and was even more expensive than lean meat. The village chief eats well and eats meat almost every day. Most of this meat enters the body's mouth. No wonder the original body was over-nourished.
"Why are you full after eating so much today? Is it uncomfortable?"
"No, full is full."
"Okay, then you'll be hungry. You will let Erya do it for you."
"Ok."
Men are mentally insane, but they don't understand the conversation between the two. When Mo Fan asked him to eat again, he did not refuse. It has been more than a day since he was injured and unconscious until he woke up.
The people in the village did not eat as fine as the people in the town. They did n’t know how to match the meat and vegetables. When there was meat, let Mo Fan eat more. Even if the peasants can eat and serve well, how can they eat meat all the time, and there is no problem of eating too much like Mo Fan.
Even if stupid, the man guarded him subconsciously. As long as Mo Fan puts on a lively look, even if he has a high value of force, he won't make trouble with the other party again.
After eating, it's getting dark.
There was a curfew in ancient times, and the village didn't pay attention to these, but at night, no one was fooling outside.
Mo Fu Mo Mu went into the house early and went away. Jiang Hua washed the dishes and wiped the table clean, too tired to lie in bed.
Mo Fan took the man to the hut and let him sleep on the paved floor, but the other side was unwilling.
"Sleeping with mother."
"Don't call it my mother," Mo Fanfu said.
"Then sleep with Kangkang."
"No!" I would definitely not agree if it was the original body. And his bed was very small, so packed with such a big man, I don't know how to sleep.
It is not necessarily true that the bed is a puppet made of mud and stones specially used for building a house.
"No, just sleep with Kangkang."
Mo Fan was entangled by a man who lost his memory and became stupid and had no discipline. He finally compromised and said, "Do n’t sleep, do n’t snor, don't me.
"Uh-huh."
Mo Fan shook her head and sighed, and brought the man with her horns back to her house.
When encountering Jiang Hua who poured water out, Mo Fan explained, "Let him sleep in the hut, or let him sleep, otherwise I won't let him sleep with me."
"Huh." Jiang Hua responded to his face, but said in his heart, proudly!
At the end of summer and early autumn, the two went to the house for a while while washing in Qinliang's well.
Mo Fan naturally reluctant to sleep on the ground, "I sleep inside, you sleep outside."
After all, take off your shoes and go to bed, and sit inside the cymbals.
I was really small, only 1.2 meters wide, and Mo Fan could imagine how uncomfortable it would be for two big men to lie down.
Although this body is only 13, he is fat!
This is really a sad fact.
"Kangkang, sleep ~"
"Sleeping to bed, are you still up ?!"
"Oh!" The man responded cheerfully, lying flat by the bed in the blink of an eye. Putting his hands and feet squarely, he looked at him with bright eyes.
Mo Fan was helpless, "Go and let the candles go."
The man went down and blew out the candle, and then touched it again.
Lying too flat on the bed, Mo Fan turned to his side, facing the wall.
At the end of the day, which is almost nine o'clock, in modern times, when nightlife is just beginning, Mo Fan can't sleep over and over.
"Kang Kang," the man whispered, "may I speak?"
"Aren't you talking?" Mo Fan rolled her eyes and wasn't gasping.
"Hey," the man smirked, "Can Kangkang not sleep?"
Xu was in the dark, and the emotions in his heart were magnified. Mo Fan did not follow the person's rules, and gently answered, "Huh."
"I can't sleep, either, Kangkang come and play with me."
"Whatever you play, the lights are off, and you are noisy carefully." Mo Fan reprimanded.
The man hesitated. "Shall we be quiet?"
Mo Fan was amused and laughed silently, "What do you want to play?"
The tone was exceptionally gentle.
Men are mentally impaired, Mo Fan has pity, and speaks softly unconsciously.
It was just that Mo Fan's warm voice seemed to scare the man, and the other party did not speak for a long time.
"What do you want!" Mo Fan was so angry and angry that his rareness was even rejected by the other party.
"No!" The man shook his head subconsciously, only to realize that inside the darkened room, Mo Fan couldn't see him at all.
"What a fool."
"Oh, am I a fool?" The pleasant male voice was calm, but with a hint of lightness, ignorance, and total trust in himself.
"Yes, you're a fool. You will be my fool in the future."
"Okay, okay, fool is Kangkang."
"Oh," Mo Fan said, suppressing the emotions in his heart. "You just believe me?"
The man said in a serious tone, "At the first glance at Kangkang, I felt very kind. Kangkang must be a very important person to me."
"Say you stupid, but some words are organized, say you are not stupid, this intelligence is really worrying." Mo Fan muttered, turned to face the man.
Zhou Xuanxuan turned his head and turned over.
"what are you doing?"
"Looking at Kangkang sleeping."
"So dark, you can see clearly." Mo Fan was silent.
"Seeing clearly."
Mo Fan naturally did not believe in the other party. Even him, without the systematic help, could not see the ornaments in the house.
"Okay, go to bed, get up tomorrow and help my family work."
"Ok."
"So happy to work?"
"Helping Kangkang is happy."
Mo Fan didn't answer, and the room was silent. After a long time, the motionless man seemed to be asleep, and subconsciously took the person beside him into his arms.
Mo Fan didn't open his eyes and found a comfortable posture, then he fell into a dreamland.
The chickens in the courtyard screamed loudly, and the room was groaning, and the sound of getting up was faintly audible.
The original owner was a lazy man, and the sky was twilight. There were villagers in the fields who had been working on farming early, and they were busy working, but every time the original owner had to sleep until three shots a day.
The whole family was petting, the original owner sprinkled several times, and Mo Fu Mo Mu went with him.
Sleeping dimly, waking up is the end of time.
His breakfast was warmed on the stove, and when Mo Fan got up, Jiang Hua was already preparing noon meals.
Seeing Mo Fan stepping out of the room, Jiang Hua was envious.
This was not good in ancient times. There was no class in school. She had to sleep until she got up to eat. Here, I woke up early in the morning, summer was okay, and winter was so cold that people didn't want to get up.
Mo Fan couldn't afford it, Zhou Xuanxuan kept staring at people in the waking posture. It's just that Mo Fan has long been used to the sight of men and slept soundly. Therefore, Mo Fan opened his eyes and saw that the man was smirking, and suddenly he was awake.
I'm so sleepy, thinking that I'm still in the last world!
The man in front had a handsome and resolute face, but the stupidity on the face ruined the man's charm.
Hey, life is still going on.
Fortunately, men have not reached the point where they cannot take care of themselves.
After having breakfast, although knowing that Jiang Hua is not himself, but a modern soul, Mo Fan did not bring the modern set of equal thoughts into the relationship between the two.
Gentleman Yuan Bao, although he is not a gentleman, men from ancient times do not enter the kitchen. Putting the bowl aside, Mo Fan stepped over the threshold with his short legs, and the tall man behind him obediently followed.
The sound of "chopping and chopping" chopping firewood became clear. In the yard, Jiang Hua was preparing for burning firewood in his leisure time.
"Kangkang brother." Jiang Hua wiped the sweat from his forehead, stopped the movement of his hand, and shouted at Mo Fan.
"Um." Mo Fan arrogantly looked up. "I'm done. Go and pack your chopsticks."
Mo Fu Mo Mu prepared enough meals to support him, while the amount of men was average. Mo Fan made up her mind to lose weight. The breakfast for both was just right.
The fat man is always unsightly, and he has to look in the mirror.
Every day when washing his face, when he saw the face full of flesh, Mo Fan had a terrible feeling.
"okay."
Today's firewood is enough, she just chops a little bit while the weather is better. He dropped the axe in his hand, and Jiang Hua went into the house to clear it.
Speaking of which, the heroine can maintain a sense of normality in such an environment, which is very rare in Mo Fan's view.
Suddenly came to a world of inequality between men and women, and also suffered the shock of the inherent thought of equality between men and women. If ordinary people, I am afraid that it will not be so calm.
"Dasha, go chopping firewood."
"Oh."
The man obediently picked up the axe.
He just saw Jiang Hua chop and knew how to do it.
The man was chopping firewood, and Mo Fan sat bored on a small stool beside him, holding a grass in his mouth, leaning on Erlang's legs, and not knowing what to sing.
This is the scene where Jiang Hua walked out of the house and saw in the yard.
"Kangkang brother, today's firewood is enough." Jiang Hua thought that Mo Fan was going to chop today's firewood and explained.
"Well," Mo Fan said he knew, but he didn't stop the man.
It was indeed that he had been on the battlefield. The man had great strength. He went down with an axe and opened the firewood directly. It was not like Jiang Hua.
"Then I'll cook." Jiang Hua didn't say anything, it wasn't too early to see the hour, and he explained.
"Come on. I'll send it to my father and mother's meal. I'll take the silly big man to play."
Jiang Hua froze, wondering whether to persuade the other party, "OK."
The author has something to say: Seeing readers asking for cars or trains, the author has inspiration. In fact, the author is even more worried that he ca n’t stop writing and locks all the way [laughing and crying]
To keep a heart of clear water ~