Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Chapter 2: Once it comes, let’s make peace with it

The people on the side were confused and asked: "Why does the master say that?"

The young man put his hands behind his back and glanced lazily in the direction Xiaoxiao left.

"Because the carrier pigeon we released is hanging around her waist."

Everyone's expressions changed greatly, and they tried to catch up, but the young man stopped him with a wave of his hand, "Since you can't send it away, let's destroy it."

The young man handed the mailbox he had just taken off from Xiaoxiao's waist to his subordinates.

The guard dressed as an Orion said: "I'm going to find the nearest government office!"

The young man glanced at him: "I've lost my identity card and official documents. Guess, they will beat you out with a stick, or..."

He looked down at his hands, frowned, took out the square handkerchief from his arms, carefully wiped the red between his fingers, and then said the second half of the sentence.

"Or are you bringing more killers to take my head?"

The guards had white faces, quite at a loss, and then they were shocked: "That girl just now!" Oh no, if she is the killer's accomplice, then the master is in danger!

The young man stopped on the spot, narrowed his eyes and recalled the appearance of the woman just now, his tone was quite contemptuous.

"If she is related to the killer, why would she show the carrier pigeon to you and me?"

Moreover, the bamboo tube containing the letter was intact and had obviously not been touched.

The young man patted the hem of his clothes and walked towards the direction Xiaoxiao had just left.

"They come, the security."

At this time, Xiaoxiao had taken out the bucket with fish from the space again and returned to the very dilapidated thatched house.

When the family was separated, Mrs. Ning did not allow them to live in their original place. She was worried that if they lived close to each other, they would resort to misfortune to win sympathy, so she gave them the dilapidated house that she had planned to demolish many years ago.

Little did he know that staying away from him like this would be more in line with Xiaoxiao's wishes. At least she didn't have to be too cautious now when preparing dinner.

The original owner was only twelve years old. In modern times, he was still a child. However, in Fuyuan Village, it was not uncommon for a child of this age to help out on the stove.

Even before the separation, Mrs. Ning had been scolding the original owner and asking her mother to do various housework, so when she asked to go to the stove, Ning's mother, Mrs. Song, only hesitated for a short while.

At first she thought that if her daughter could help, she would be able to do more other work.

However, when she took a look at the fish her daughter brought back today, she was really surprised.

She knew about the small Xi River at the end of the village. Not long ago, the village organized a fishing trip and netted all the fish that could be seen with the naked eye. After that, the villagers stayed by the river all day without seeing any fish. Someone can catch one.

Unexpectedly, my daughter was lucky enough to meet her.

Mrs. Song was very happy: "This is good, divided into three parts, fish head stew, fish tail stew, and the fish body is salted to make salted fish. It can be eaten for several days."

After saying that, he reached out to pick it up.

Xiaoxiao did not forget her task of making pickled fish. She frowned and quickly retracted her hand.

"Mom, we agreed that if I catch a fish, it's up to me to decide what to do."

Although Mrs. Song was reluctant to waste such a good fish, she was even more unwilling to ruin her promise to her children, so she nodded without thinking for a long time.

On the other hand, the second son Ningjiro was worried: "Mom, are you really going to leave it to your sister? What if something goes wrong?"

Ms. Song knocked him on the head: "How many of the wild vegetable dumplings your sister made yesterday did you eat?"

Ning Erlang blushed and moved to his elder brother's side.

Unexpectedly, his eldest brother, who didn't talk much, taught him a lesson while weaving a bamboo basket, "Be a human being and keep your word."

Xiaoxiao rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen, fished out the plump grass carp from the bucket, and muttered something.

"It's really hard for you to have to suffer in such a cramped place for a long time. I'll let you relax now."

After saying that, he slammed it to the ground without blinking an eye.

At the door of the kitchen, Ning Erlang, who was about to persuade his sister to think twice, swallowed his saliva and paused silently.

Xiaoxiao was multitasking. She opened up the fish quickly with a kitchen knife, and at the same time said hello to her second brother with ease.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Erlang watched his sister raise the knife and then empty out the belly of the fish. He handed it over in a very sensible way: "I see if you need any help."

Xiaoxiao thought for a while: "Then can you bring me a jar of pickled vegetables?"

Pickles are available in every household in Fuyuan Village.

Farmers depended on the land they had to eat and drink, but food could not be available every season, so everyone prepared various dried vegetables and pickles for rainy days.

The most popular ones are pickled cabbage and dried radish.

Without him, these two things are not worth much money.

It was precisely because of this that the old Ning family readily gave them several altars when the family was separated.

To be honest, Xiaoxiao disagrees with this pickling technique.

You can tell that this jar is the work of the second aunt. There is not enough salt and the taste is bland.

But these are small things.

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