Daily live broadcast became popular in ancient times

Chapter 5 Is it illegal to be in love with five men at the same time?

Ji Jiuru climbed up the mountain with a hoe. She finally got a fan to give her a reward. Although the stone was not sold overnight, the gift is light but the affection is heavy!

This is her first fan! Even a string of garbled characters has no name or avatar.

She needs to find a good gift to give back.

[The scenery here is really nice. Where did the anchor find such a good place? I will go there when I have a holiday. I work overtime every day. I feel like I am almost done in Shanghai.]

Come, come, live audience!
  After the autumn harvest, everyone was resting at home. Seeing that there was no one around, Ji Jiuru excitedly called up the live broadcast room to answer.

After Ji Jiuru called out the live broadcast room and answered the audience's questions seriously, time seemed to have stopped. She waited for a minute without seeing the barrage reappear, and looked ahead in confusion.

The live broadcast room is broken?
  If there are other viewers from the 21st century here, they can tell Ji Jiuru the reason: the disappeared viewer just touched the fish during busy working hours, and of course he has gone back to work now.

If you still remember her live broadcast room after get off work, you may click in and follow it, and watch it again when you have time.

Or she might be so tired that she falls asleep, forgetting all about her live broadcast room and her boss at work.

Anyway, run away!
  Ji Jiuru picked up a hoe and smashed it on the ground. She had better send the gift to her only fan first.

Everything else is just clouds.

Are sweet potatoes too ordinary?

How about she wait to pick up some seafood while catching the sea?
  No, no, Ji Jiuru felt that giving any gift as a gift was a bit perfunctory. She dug out the remaining one-third of the sweet potatoes in the field, threw them into the basket she carried on her back, and walked towards home with her hoe. While I was away, I was thinking about what gifts to give.

"Stop!" Ji Jiuru walked halfway and was surrounded by boys. They were the ones she had beaten in turn in the past few days.

Ji Jiuru put down the basket and said, "What, you want to fight with me?"

Are these people addicted to her beatings?

It's not like she hasn't beaten several people before who want to bully the few and get together, and she has never lost in a one-on-one fight.

Her mother said that girls are actually a little less powerful than boys, and they can easily surpass them depending on the training they get.

Ji Tianzhao also specially taught her a set of martial arts for self-defense, asking her to practice secretly by herself without telling others, but she didn't have to be afraid of being seen by others.

Because this set of exercises is a treasure that has been passed down from the matrilineal society for thousands of years by the ancestors of the Ji family. It is only passed down to women and not to men. There are also sets of mental methods that can be used in conjunction with external exercises.

If other people follow Ji Jiuru to practice external martial arts, it will be like doing radio gymnastics. They don't have to worry about being stolen.

The only drawback of this technique is also its advantage.

It’s just that... practitioners will only give birth to daughters.

Other women were shocked: Is there such a good thing? ! !
  Three seconds passed, Ji Jiuru stared at the people in front of her with dangerous eyes, and left without saying anything.

Some boys, you push me, I push you. Finally, a spokesperson was selected: Zhang Sheng.

Ji Jiuru had no impression of him, but she had a deep memory of his sister. Girls of the same age in the village all liked to play with Ji Jiuru, but only Zhang Mingxing and her were more like biological sisters than her biological sisters, and the two of them were particularly good at playing.

Mingxing Zhang is also one of her right-hand men!

Everyone also made an appointment to join the army together in the future.

Just, since graduating from junior high school.

Ji Jiuru and several other friends had never seen Zhang Mingxing again, so they went to her home to ask. Her parents said that Zhang Mingxing had gone to play with distant relatives.

They didn't take it seriously. No matter how patriarchal the Zhang family was, there was no way they could sell Mingxing Zhang.

Their West Lake Village is backed by a big city like Shanghai, and they can also rely on the sea for food. Even if they are poor, they are not that poor.

The poorest and most patriarchal family in the village can support seven daughters and send their youngest daughter to primary school.

Zhang Sheng was pushed to the front and he hesitated, his face redder than a monkey's butt. "I..." Seeing that he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, Ji Jiuru asked him curiously, "Where is your sister? Why didn't you see me during the autumn harvest?" She comes out".

In Ji Jiuru's view, Zhang Sheng is not even 1/4 as good as his sister, and people with brain disabilities favor sons over daughters.

Zhang Sheng was stunned, "Which sister am I?" His mother favored sons over daughters, and it took five sisters to get him as a "baby". He usually didn't look at his sisters seriously.

In Zhang Sheng's view, they were his free slaves.

Ji Jiuru wondered, "Zhang Mingxing, your other sisters are not at home." Why didn't he even remember his own sister? Didn't Zhang Sheng often ask Zhang Mingxing to run errands for him?

When he mentioned his sister, Zhang Sheng's tone was full of disdain, "She...she went to enjoy the blessings at a relative's house."

Just as he was about to say a few words to Ji Jiuru casually, he was pushed by the people behind him, and then he remembered the purpose of these people.

Shy, afraid to look at each other.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the boy next to him said first:
  "Ji Jiuru! I heard that your fifth uncle ran away with the savage, and you were kicked out of the house by your sister and had no place to sleep.

Seeing how pitiful you are, we can be your men,

Just like your mother and your five uncles! "

Originally wanting to ask Zhang Mingxing where he had gone, Ji Jiuru looked at the boys in front of her and said, "Huh?"

Except for Zhang Sheng, whom she hates, every boy has his own charm

(End of this chapter)