Chapter 8 Those who wear shoes are afraid of being barefoot!

Fang Shi and Liu Shi looked at each other, their spines shivering with chills. He was trembling with anger, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Fang said dryly: "You didn't see it with your own eyes, why would you?"

Su Jin sneered: "Then look at everything about your family, I also want to see if you are so lucky to be caught."

The faces of the two of them were even more ugly.

Prevention of this kind of thing, how can it be comprehensive and seamless?

The thought of Su Jin and Qin Lang ruining all the vegetables in their vegetable garden, killing their own chickens, and lighting their own firewood piles, they couldn't help feeling distressed and a little scared.

Su Jin and Qin Lang's two cheap lives, if they really can't survive, it's hard to say what will happen

Su Jin said coldly: "It's fine that the stove is destroyed, but it's not easy for us to save the charcoal. When the charcoal burned by my husband is ready, we will also score a basket."

"What are you dreaming about!" Fang Shi hurt like cutting flesh, and said sharply, "That's the charcoal that was burned before the family split, and it belongs to our family!"

Su Jin sneered, noncommittal, and gave Fang a cold look.

Fang Shi was stunned by her glance.

"Also, take care of your children!" Su Jin gave them a deep look with a "you know" look, then turned and left.

They each have a daughter, both of whom are over four years old, that's all, but Fang's son is almost nine years old, but he is a real bear child.

Su Jin walked out of the fence and yard, looked up, saw Qin Lang standing in front of him, couldn't help but smiled, "Are you here to pick me up?"

The woman's eyes were clear and energetic, with a smile that seemed like a surprise, making Qin Lang a little afraid to look directly.

"Let's go back." Qin Lang avoided her gaze and nodded.

He knew how much the two sisters-in-law splashed, and thinking about Su Jin's thin body and waist that seemed to be able to be snapped off with a little force, he couldn't be relieved anyway, so he came over.

Su Jin was very relieved, and felt that no matter what he did, there was someone backing him, as if his heart had completely fallen into place. This cheap Xianggong really took advantage of himself.

Fang Shi and Liu Shi stared at them as their backs drifted away, their faces still ugly.

"What does it have to do with us? Why does she say that?" Liu Shi was still stubborn.

As long as they say that, it really doesn’t matter to them.

"Bah, little hooves, shameless!" Mrs Fang was even more angry.

That little sister-in-law who kept silent no matter how she was scolded had such a big temper!

"Forget it," Liu Shi sneered: "Let's not have the same knowledge as that kind of shrew, let's see how well they can live in the future!"

Mr. Fang snorted again: "Yes, we don't have to deal with such rascals!"

The two looked at each other, tacitly knowing.

After all, they are still afraid, those who wear shoes are afraid of bare feet.

Su Jin and Qin Lang returned to their small thatched hut, Qin Lang said, "It's still early, I'm going to do some work, will you make a fire?"

Su Jin smiled and nodded: "Well, don't be too late!"

"Yeah!" Qin Lang said, striding away with a hatchet on his back.

Su Jin imitated Qin Lang's style, and made a new "stove" as it was yesterday, and set it on fire.

The bucket for carrying water was returned, and there is no water available at the moment.

But when the fire started, it looked a little warm, and it could also generate charcoal, so Su Jin also burned.

Anyway, for the two of them, firewood is the easiest thing to get, and there is no need to save.

Fortunately, the small thatched hut was **** with mountain vines, and Fang Shi and Liu Shi did not dare to do too much to drive them to a dead end, but they did not break into the hut to destroy it. Just trampled the stove and the charcoal fire disgusting them.

Su Jin piled yam and lily neatly in a corner of the house, and put wolfberry vegetables on top of the yam.

Looking at the pile of yam lilies that were not too big or not, I felt a little satisfaction in my heart.

Then, she sat by the fire and sorted the picked medicinal materials one by one for a simple treatment.

Herbs cannot be placed like this, they have to be dried.

However, there is no dustpan that can be spread out.

It happened that a lot of bamboo was cut back today. Su Jin thought about letting Qin Lang teach himself to weave, not for beauty, but for practicality.

These herbs must be handled with care and concocted. In case of getting sick in the cold winter, this is a life-saving thing and cannot be vague.

About half an hour later, Qin Lang came back, carrying a large bundle of wooden sticks and some vines.

Each one is slightly thicker than the wrist and more than three meters long.

Su Jin was taken aback.

Qin Lang took the initiative to explain: "I'll fetch water for Lizheng's house first, and borrow a bucket by the way. You cook dinner first, and I'll chop some stakes before it gets dark. Let's build a fence."

Su Jin's eyes lit up, nodded and smiled: "Okay, it's still as thoughtful as you think!"

Even a rudimentary fenced courtyard is much better than this, and it can more or less block the wind.

Qin Lang soon went out again.

Lizheng has two sons, the younger son is a scholar, studying in the county school in the county seat, and the eldest son farms at home.

But his eldest son has always been in poor health. A few years ago, he was accidentally crushed and injured his foot when he went up the mountain to cut trees. Now his leg is a little lame. The biggest headache for Lizheng's family is the lack of labor.

It is as small as carrying water and chopping firewood, and as large as farming and digging fields.

Every spring and autumn harvest, villagers are hired to work in order to complete the work of the more than 30 acres of fertile fields in time for the season.

Qin Lang is now willing to pick enough water for their family every day, and the reward is just to borrow a bucket. Lizheng's family is naturally very happy.

More importantly, Li Zheng and his wife are both good people. After all, Qin Lang should have called him uncle and auntie. They also knew what happened to Qin Lang and his wife, so they would not care if they borrowed something. .

Qin Lang came back with water, Su Jin cooked dinner, and seeing that the sky was still bright, Qin Lang went out again.

I didn't cook polenta tonight. The yam was cut into pieces, boiled with a handful of lilies, and the wolfberry vegetables were washed. When Qin Lang came back, they could put them in and cook for a while before eating.

Qin Lang did not return until it was dark.

Su Jin has long been looking out for an unknown number of times.

Although she knew that Qin Lang would not go too far, it should be on the mountain next to the village, but as it was getting late and the cold wind was howling, she was alone in front of the lonely fire in front of this dilapidated hut, and she always felt a little worried. With the hesitation of decline and helplessness, the mind began to worry uncontrollably: will there be any accident? Injured? The hatchet was not in place.

Finally, in the darkness of the night, the tall figure was walking towards her carrying a large bundle of wooden stakes. Even if she couldn't see her face clearly, Su Jin's heart suddenly calmed down, and she burst into ecstasy. Ben greeted him: "You're back!"

(end of this chapter)