prisoner in the door

Chapter 9: Chapter 09: "Red Jujube Village"

Li Xiangyang said very firmly, but his body was tense, and he didn't know when he pinched a pencil in his hand.

Everyone held their breath and waited for three breaths. After three breaths, it was confirmed that Mo Zhenzhen had no other changes (such as turning into a ghost), and the stone that was suppressed in their hearts fell.

The pencil in Li Xiangyang's hand suddenly disappeared, and Li Daniu's hand holding the cigarette bag and pot loosened.

After the old bachelor Li Feng confirmed that Mo Zhenzhen was a player, the tension on his face receded. He looked Mo Zhenzhen up and down and clicked his tongue. The maliciousness in his eyes almost overflowed.

"A bean sprout..."

As he said so, his eyes never left Mo Zhenzhen, and his scrutinizing gaze became more presumptuous.

Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, but flinched as if she could really feel Li Xiangyang's malicious gaze. This aroused Li Xiangyang's interest even more, but she didn't wait for Li Xiangyang to say anything, and kept silent Aunt Li finally opened her mouth.

"Li Azhen, right? It's just in time for you to come back, let's go and cook."

Aunt Li looked at Mo Zhenzhen coldly, with a condescending air, but happened to relieve Mo Zhenzhen.

But at the same time, her words were also repelling Mo Zhenzhen from joining their small group of four.

Li Xiangyang, Li Daniu and Li Feng didn't refute, as if acquiescing to Aunt Li's words.

Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, and obediently opened the door after hearing Aunt Li's words and went out. After she left, she even obediently closed the door again.

Looking at the closed wooden door, Mo Zhenzhen's eyes slipped thoughtfully.

These four people should have passed their anger before, but no one explained it to her, but Mo Zhenzhen also got a lot of information after going in and out.

For example, the pencil that suddenly appeared and then disappeared in Li Xiangyang's hand did not look like a magic trick, but rather appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

Another example is Li Daniu's cigarette pipe and pot.

As Li Daniu, holding a cigarette pipe and pot in his hand is not awkward, but there was a time when Su Zhenzhen was so short of money that she almost went crazy thinking about money, and even uncontrollably stared at the jewelry worn by the people around her.

Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen recognized at a glance that the 'pot' of Li Daniu's pipe pot was not made of copper, but a 'gold pot' of not too high purity, and it was an old object.

Based on the information she had come into contact with before, it was not difficult for her to guess that it should be something like props or skills.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't participate in their self-introduction, and didn't know that there were old players among them, but after meeting each other, Mo Zhenzhen was able to roughly analyze their personalities and identities.

……

The kitchen in this dilapidated yard is still complete, with four walls and a roof, and the door is also considered intact, but there are no windows.

There was nothing in it except a brand new iron pot, which was stuck in the rotten stove, which seemed deliberately and abruptly.

This big iron pot was very strange, but when Mo You looked at the big iron pot, what she thought about was not the iron pot, but thinking about what she should do to integrate into this village?
Mo Zhenzhen put the big basket on the dilapidated hearth, and the old mud brick hearth rustled down.

Without the cover of the basket, Mo Zhenzhen's protruding belly was revealed.

Her belly protrudes from her stomach, and the bulging arc looks a bit like a woman who is four or five months pregnant.

She touched the protruding belly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at the dilapidated stove thoughtfully.

……

There was nothing in the kitchen, so Mo Zhenzhen spent a lot of time cooking this meal.

It's just that by the time she cooked the wild vegetables and asked other people to eat, those four people had long since disappeared.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't go looking for them either, and started eating by herself.

She got two wooden sticks to make chopsticks, and without a bowl, she stretched them directly into the big iron pot to pick up wild vegetables to eat.

To be honest, the taste of these wild vegetables is not very good, and some of them are very old. Even after cooking for a long time, they still have a feeling that they can't be chewed.

And wild vegetables are so bitter, one or two bites are still a bit 'refreshing', but if you eat too much, you will feel that the root of your tongue will also become bitter, which is extremely unappetizing.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't change her face when she ate it. There was a big pot of unpalatable wild vegetables, but she scooped up half of the pot and fed herself to the full before stopping.

Touching her swollen belly, Mo Zhenzhen burped expressionlessly, then closed the lid of the iron pot, put the two small wooden sticks away properly, and started to work.

Those four people should have gone to the village to inquire about news, but Mo Zhenzhen knew about it but didn't intend to join.

It wasn't that she didn't pay attention to the task of finding songs, but what the house owner, Mr. Hong, said, the rule that no ooc was allowed aroused Mo Zhenzhen's emphasis on "home".

The appearance of all sub-personalities is the existence derived from the main personality's emotions reaching a certain extreme, and Mo Zhenzhen is no exception.

Mo Zhenzhen is calm and powerful, good at solving problems, introverted, will actively make money to support her family, and is steady and down-to-earth.

All of Mo Zhenzhen's characteristics revolve around the 'home'. When this 'home' does not exist or is crumbling, she will instinctively build a 'home'.

This is like the homing attribute of birds, which is an innate instinct.

Usually Mo Zhenzhen can consciously restrain herself, but now she obviously doesn't.

……

Mo Zhenzhen first dealt with the weeds that were half a person's height in the yard.

There is a small hoe in her big basket, Mo Zhenzhen used it to dig up a basket of wild vegetables on the mountain before, and now it is just used to clean up the weeds in this yard.

I don't know how many years these weeds have grown. New grass covers old grass. There are more withered and yellow weeds than new green weeds. It is not easy to clean up the dense weeds.

But Mo Zhenzhen is ruthless. It is the first time she has done this kind of thing, but she can do it with ease. The force of the small hoe is also fast and ruthless. Once the hoe is down, the weeds will come together was planed up.

Mo Zhenzhen threw the weeds together while waving the small hoe.

Like a miniature tiller, she cleared a small space in no time.

Then she dug and dug, and she dug out some other things.

At first, it was a rusty sickle with a rotten wooden handle, and then a hoe. At the base of the wall, she also found two stacks of dirty bowls, and a clay pot that seemed to be in good condition. .

At the bottom of the pottery basin was something like black mud, and there was a stick of knuckle-long incense mixed in the black mud.

Mo Zhenzhen stretched out her hand to pick the stick of incense, but the thing had already fused with the black mud, and only retained a little shape, so when Mo Zhenzhen picked it, the thing was wiped away.

These bowls and clay pots are a bit strange, although they are a bit stolen, they are not damaged. For this kind of household with four walls, they should not be placed under the humble wall to let mud fall, but should be used in the kitchen.

This is odd no matter how you look at it.

Mo Zhenzhen was puzzled, but she didn't stop her work, pondering in her mind while weeding.

The cleared grass was piled out of the yard, and the potholes were flattened. Mo Zhenzhen looked at the damaged wall, and then prepared to find some yellow mud and throw some mud bricks to mend the wall.

Mo Zhenzhen is a man of action. There is no basket at home, so she can only take her big basket and run to the river.

She had come back from the forest near the village before, and she had traveled across the entire village without seeing anyone else, but this time when she went out with a basket on her shoulders, she saw a group of laughing children.

There were five or six of these children, and the leader was a little girl with a double bun.

The little girl was holding a paper pinwheel in her hand, and the paper pinwheel whizzed as she ran.

(End of this chapter)