Chapter 162: I have a "dreadnought" halo

"Mother, I am back."
"Well, Kang Kang is back."
"Well, look at the fish I caught."
"You caught it? We Kangkang are really good," Mo Mu boasted.
However, why was this fish poked?
"Mother, I met the hunter who sent the fish and let them go back. I told them that if we wanted to eat fish, we would go to them."
"Mother knows."
"Mother, we'll buy them with fish in the future," Mo Fan suggested while taking advantage.
"Okay, Kangkang said he would do whatever we want, and we wouldn't their money."
Mo Fan agreed to nod, "Mother, I want to drink fish soup today."
"Okay, wait for the mother to cook the fish soup for you."
The fish soup made by Mo Mu is very delicious, and the processing of fish by Jiang Hua is not as good as Mo Mu.

The stream is clear and drinkable, not to mention just taking a bath.
When the weather is warm, the villagers usually take a bath to the lower reaches of the stream. Mo Fan is no exception, but he always goes in the night when no one is there. Others worry about snakes and other hazards at night, but Mo Fan is not afraid.
It's just that the weather is getting cold, and Mofan can't stand it.
Asked Jiang Hua to boil water for him to bathe, and Mo Fan moved the bathtub out of the house into the room.
The water in the pot was boiled. Zhou Xuanxuan added water to the bath barrel. Mo Fan saw that the temperature was almost the same and took off his clothes to prepare for launching.
The teenager was lazy and did not go to the sun for a long time. The skin on his body was astonishingly white compared to the dark color of Zhou Yanxuan. Zhou Yanxuan had good eyes and focused.
The two often take a bath together, but in the evening, I can only look at it, because Zhou Yanxuan was far less affected.
Beautiful and small butterfly bones, a sharp waist, two rounded bulges, and the mystery hidden in the thighs, when Mo Fan stepped into the bath barrel, it was pink.
Zhou Xuanxuan looked red with a fever in his nose, leaving a bright red mark. I wiped my hands stupidly, and I made my face look as if I had been hurt.
"Well."
Mo Fan turned around in the water and laughed when she saw the scene.
Is this nosebleed? Men in this world will not do it.
"Kangkang." The man's voice was dumb, and he screamed dumbly.
"come."
Mo Fan beckoned, and the man stepped forward as if bewitched by a fox.
"It's getting angry." Picking up the cotton cloth next to the bucket, Mo Fan wiped the man's complexion finely.
The juvenile's body was drawn with a long figure, his arms were delicate and smooth, and his hands were free and tender. Zhou Yanxuan's gaze shifted from the arm to the teenager's chest, and let Mo Fan's hand move on his face.
The used quilt was put down, Zhou Xuanxuan dulled his head and looked at the white towel, which was dotted with red plums. Red ears bowed his head, Zhou Xuanxuan shouted embarrassedly, "Kangkang."
"Go clean and then help me wipe my back." God unknowingly stabbed the man, and Mo Fan then turned relentlessly.
Zhou Xuanxuan stared at the white back for a while, then suddenly, hurriedly went out to wash the parcel.
In the shower, there was another stir, letting the man add hot water a few times, and Mo Fan put on the mattress comfortably and let the man hug himself to bed.
"Uncomfortable." Zhou Xuanxuan put down the person without letting go, but only closer to the teenager.
"Where is it?"
"Here." Zhou Yanxuan moved his body.
"We're silly. This is grown up."
Zhou Yanxuan's eyes were ignorant.
"Do you want Kangkang to help you?"
Zhou Xuan didn't understand, but nodded without hesitation.
"Hehe," Mo Fan chuckled, and reached out.
...
(Slightly, what you want ...)
This sleep went straight to noon, and Mo Fan woke up to see how sad the man was.
Although it is not really done, it is also very tiring, OK?
When he got up, Mo Fan was always black, and Zhou Xuanxuan was still silly to him. Mo Fan was speechless.
Mo Fan's clothes were contracted by men, and Jiang Hua changed the clothes he made for Mo Fan and prepared to wear it to Mo's father.
You don't need to make clothes for Mo Fan, Jiang Hua is idle to make some gadgets, such as knee pads, gloves and the like.
"This thing is very practical." Mo Fan took it and put it on.
Just a moment later, Zhou Xuanxuan was pulled down and thrown back, not forgetting to stare at Jiang Hua.
Ginger Flower:……
"Do you want to learn vigorously?" Jiang Hua smiled and told herself in her heart that it was all love.
"Learn!" Thundered.
Seeing the man pick up the needlework again, Mo Fan helped his forehead.
At that time, he wanted to make men make clothes for himself, but he was just in a whim.
"What else is this thing for?"
"You can keep warm, and then you will encounter thorny plants, and you won't be stabbed with gloves. Knee pads can keep you warm. Knees are an important part of the human body, and poor maintenance can easily lead to senile diseases. I'm still studying how to give Shoes increase friction, uh, which means that you can not slip on dirt roads. "
Mo Fan listened, and thoughtfully, "If everyone had these things, wouldn't it be easier to work?"
Jiang Hua nodded and said casually, "Yeah, so everyone ..."
Everyone?
An idea in Jiang Hua's mind, peeking at Mo Fan, was this the other side inadvertently said it, or did he say it intentionally?
With a strong pull, Mo Fan also moved a stool and sat next to each other, looking helplessly at the other side to sew.
Ginger flower is a bit sloppy and very natural and warm.
A coldness came, Jiang Hua returned to his thoughts, and Zhou Xuanxuan stared at him. She looked at Mo Fan for a long time. Zhou Xuanxuan noticed that she pulled Mo Fan backwards, and Mo Fan raised her eyebrows at her.
Jiang Hua smiled embarrassedly and lowered her head.
What do you want so much? After all, life is getting better and better, she should be happier.
For example, think about how to escape marriage? Recently, Mo Mu treats her well. If she asks that she does not want to marry Mo Fan, will Mo Mu agree?
Probably not. Mo's kindness to her is also based on the premise that she is about to become a family with each other. Jiang Hua's eyes were sad.
She was a bit reluctant to home. In modern times, she can't go back. Is she going to lose her family in this world?
Is there really no best of both worlds?
After the rice was polished, the villagers brought their own things and sent them to the village chief's house, but were pushed back by Jiang Hua.
"Everyone, my father and mother told me to tell you that in the future, we will not accept your stuff by borrowing cattle. You will be very grateful to our family for farm work, and we will be grateful.
A group of villagers looked at others in disbelief. Someone in the crowd asked, "You two, don't you lie to us?"
Jiang Hua Wen said, "How dare I lie to you, and what good is it to lie to you, maybe I will teach you."
The villagers talked a lot, "Erya was right, but why didn't she accept us?"
The villagers did not dare to say too much in front of Jiang Hua, did not dare to leave, and hovered in front of Mo's house.
"Uncles, please go back." Jiang Hua advised again.
After a while, someone walked home from the crowd. If you have the first one, you will have the second one. After a while, people will be dispersed.

"What did you say about the village chief? Suddenly ... have gotten better?"
"Whatever happened to him, this is not a good thing."
"I just feel weird."
"You, if you think too much, you'll suffer if it's good. If it's true, you don't have to be uncomfortable."
The man smiled awkwardly, stopped talking, and lowered his hands to wash his clothes.
Jiang Hua has heard such remarks more than once in the past few days. Since Mo Fan reminded Jiang Hua that day, Jiang Hua simply gave pair of gloves and knee pads to the uncle Zhang, whom he first met.
"How sorry is this, I ca n’t take these materials in vain. Here is the pheasant that I just caught today. You can cook it and eat it. It is very tonic."
Uncle Zhang is a coward, and there is only a five-year-old son at home. Jiang Hua chose him.
"Thank you Uncle Zhang, I'm not worth much money." Jiang Hua knew that the villagers were simple, did not reject, thought about it, and took out the newly made soles, "Uncle Zhang, I have not used this thing yet, you Put it on your shoes, it's easy to walk the mountain, you can use it. "
"Well, thank you Erya." Uncle Zhang wiped his hands and took it.
He lives alone in Mojia Village, where a little son needs care. The villagers also take good care of him, and will help look after him when he goes up the mountain. He has been very grateful and will give away things when they hit him.
Although Erya sent something he hadn't seen before, it was a good thing when he heard it. Uncle Zhang intentionally refused, but was stopped by Erya, so he wanted to send some meat to the other party.
These days, I heard that the village chief's family did not accept their stuff, so Uncle Zhang's pressure has weakened a lot. He estimated that this matter could not be separated from Erya.
Uncle Zhang brought the things that were delivered by Jiang Hua the next day. He took them with him and often took them with him. When a villager saw it, they asked two more words, and learned that it was sent by Jiang Hua. When Jiang went out, she stopped her.
"Well, Erya."
"Li Dasong." Jiang Hua heard someone shouting, probably guessing the other's intention.
Li Dazhen first had a gossip with Jiang Hua. This is the way, "Yia, I saw Zhang Orion yesterday. He wore something called" gloves "and" knee pads. "Did you make it?"
"Ok."
"Oh, Erya, you are really capable," Li Dazhen exaggerated, hesitantly, "Jianghua, my mother-in-law's knees have been bad, and it is easy to get cold in winter. I feel really good when I look at that knee pad. You joke, I don't know if you want to teach me how to do it? If not, I'll buy it from you. "
Li Dazhen is not stupid, many people know that strange things will stay in their hands and sell money. She didn't really want to learn, she just asked. If you can learn it, it's the best. You can do it later if you can't. If you can't, you can buy a pair.
Jiang Hua laughed, "It's all made by myself, and it's nothing. If you want to learn, maybe I'll be free to come to you in two days?"
Villagers still have scruples about Mo's house, and they usually don't come easily.
"Well, thank you so much, Yeah," Li Daxi said joyfully.
"If it's all right, I'll do the laundry."
Jiang Hua was about to leave, and Li Dazhen held her. "Yah, it's not Li Dazhen who talked a lot. This is what you made, so you never thought about selling money?"
Jiang Hua didn't care, "This thing is good for home use. If you sell it, it will take a lot of effort to make it. Whether you can sell it for a good price or not."
In fact, because the Mo family is not short of money.
"Ya, Li Dazhen, to be honest, if you have used this thing, you will be able to sell it for a good price."
"Thank you, Li Daji, for saying so. I'm quite practical," Jiang Hua said again. "So, Li Daji, if you have anything to learn in the village, I will teach it together."
"This ..." Li Dazhen hesitated, "Will it be bad, your mother ..."
Everyone in the village knows that Mom is strict with Jiang Hua. If she knows that she uses these things for human relations, she might be angry.
"My mother is fine, regardless of me."
Li Dazhen is doubtful.
"That's it. I'll tell you the exact time."
"In that line, if you have a hard time, you must tell Li Dazhen."
"Well, it will."
The author has something to say: omitting a part of 2,000 words, does it not help?
In other words, do you think that the needlework of the study is contrary?