The wicked girl of the farm gate is a group pet

Chapter 43
The stone hit his back, Su Zhongxian was startled and turned around.

By the moonlight, Su Cao could clearly see that his eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

Before she could speak, Su Zhongxian squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's cold in spring, it's cold in the wind, and it's freezing to the eyes. I'm going to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he staggered Su Cao's sight, and rushed into the house in a few steps.

Su Cao watched him go back to the house, always feeling that he was running away, and his figure was a bit embarrassed.

When she was in the orphanage before, she had no father or mother, and she often felt an indescribable sense of loneliness in her heart, always feeling like a ghost under the boundless sky.

When being recognized and approached by others, this feeling of loneliness will be slightly filled.

He is born lonely, and he also longs to be recognized, right?

Don't think she couldn't see that the old Taoist priest, Shen Dashan and Miao Tiejiang came to drink with him, he was secretly happy.

It's just that he is trying his best to hide this happiness, pretending not to care at all...

In the next few days, Su Cao's plan is to pickle bamboo shoots.

Early in the morning, he steamed the meat buns he bought in Mingzhu Town yesterday, planning to eat two buns and go out to dig bamboo shoots. Su Zhongxian went into the kitchen with his hunting gear on his back.

"I'm going to go to the mountains for a walk, maybe I won't be able to return until a few days later."

He told Su Cao: "I'm not here, remember to lock the door when you go to bed at night."

Su Cao: "..."

A person who is willing to take a step only after being forced with a knife.

Transsexual?

No need to rush, pack up your things and plan to go hunting.

Is this her scumbag father?
Su Zhongxian took two buns and turned his head to go out. Only then did Su Cao regain his senses, took all the buns in the pot, and also took the sauced pig's trotters left over from last night, chased them out and put them in his basket.

"Bring more food, you won't be hungry if you don't catch prey."

Su Cao told him: "Don't hurt yourself. It's okay if you don't hunt prey. You have to come back properly. I'm going to sell the pickled bamboo shoots, and I can do other business in the future. Money makes money. Our family The days will get better."

"It's so long-winded!"

Su Zhongxian froze for a moment, gave her a disgusted look, and left.

The steamed buns were brought to Daddy Scum, so Su Cao had no choice but to spread scallion pancakes for breakfast, spread out two pieces of pancakes, eat one piece, and put the other piece in a basket to take into the mountains as dry food.

Keeping in mind that the bamboo forest near the village is owned by the owner, she meanders along the back mountain stream all the way up. Hearing the rushing sound of the water in front, she climbs up the rock and jumps up. The vision is impressively wide.

Seeing the crystal-clear small lake in front of her, and the pavilions and pavilions hidden among green bamboos and green trees, Su Cao discovered the site of Changqing Temple.

The old Taoist ate and took food yesterday, so she can dig a few bamboo shoots from him, right?
As soon as he said it, Su Cao got into the green bamboo bushes beside the lake.

Changqingguan has good Fengshui, the bamboo grows better than other places, and the bamboo shoots dug out are also big.

In one morning, she had already got most of the basket of bamboo shoots.

After eating a pancake with the braised pork, Su Cao was only half full.

Seeing fish swimming in the shallow water by the lake, her eyes lit up immediately, and she went to chop a few knuckle-sized moso bamboos, sharpening each one.

According to the law of refraction of light, the objects in the water seen from the water surface are higher than the actual position, and the fish's position is a virtual image seen by the eyes, so the bamboo fork should be aimed at the bottom of the fish.

The reason is clear, but the aim is not enough, and the fish slipped past the fork many times in the beginning.

The first hand was accurate, and when he picked up the thrown bamboo fork, there was indeed a lively fish stuck in it.

(End of this chapter)