If the team doesn't share the fish, the fish can still be sold for ten yuan!
Isn’t that what you earn?
Two acres of land can earn ten yuan more, and four acres of land can earn twenty yuan more?
Raise a few more acres of fish and take good care of them. I will be able to have one more mouthful of food by the end of this year.
The members of Dahedong felt happy and worked harder.
At the same time, they all pricked up their ears, waiting for He Hongjin's follow-up.
He Hongjin was chatting with others in the team, and Fu Jingyou, who had long legs, stepped on the bicycle pedal and "slipped" for a while.
After rushing out for a distance, the person climbed on the bicycle and sat down, passing through the production team and rushing down several gentle slopes.
It usually takes ten minutes to walk, but he got directly to the door of his house in two minutes.
After parking the car under the jujube tree in front of the door, Fu Jingyou entered the house carrying a bamboo basket filled with soda.
There was a commotion in the house.
It was so lively.
I listened carefully and didn't hear Lu Miao speak. It was Tang Mei who spoke.
With his ups and downs in tone, Fu Jingyou thought someone was coming to the house.
Go into the room and put your things down.
Lu Miao was not in the room, so Fu Jingyou went directly to the kitchen.
There were only two people in the backyard, Tang Mei and Lu Miao.
Tang Mei was washing clothes by the well and kept chanting:
"If you don't listen to what you said, what are you going to do if you don't listen?"
“I don’t want you to work. In such a big house, why don’t you just find a place to sit?”
"You are such a big man and you have to ask people to talk to you every day. How can you still be embarrassed?"
"..."
Lu Miao sat on the steps of the back door of the kitchen while carrying a small mat.
A person who is usually indulgent and indulgent, this time he is so honest and shameless.
After being nagged for more than a dozen times, he actually didn’t refute a word.
Fu Jingyou obviously sensed that something was wrong, stepped on the threshold, held the back door frame and asked:
"What's wrong?"
He looked at Lu Miao, then turned to look at Tang Mei .
"Why do you keep talking about her?"
He was worried about what was going on, but he didn't like Tang Mei nagging her all the time.
Lu Miao has stopped saying anything, which means that he already knows that he is wrong.
Just click a few sentences and keep telling me what to do.
Tang Mei closed her voice and remained silent for the time being.
Lu Miao also lowered her head and pouted, saying nothing.
Fu Jingyou crossed the threshold and squatted in front of her to coax her:
"Why are you unhappy again? Look at your mouth, you can hang an oil can."
Just as a few coats were washed, Tang Mei stood up, shook the clothes, and hung them directly on the clothesline in the backyard to dry. With.
“Hang an oil can?”
Tang Mei answered casually:
“It can hang an oil can. Look at her mouth, it can hang a dung bucket. ”
"..."
Lu Miao's cheeks bulged and he said shyly:
"Little aunt, what are you talking about!"
Fu Jingyou was originally worried, but when he saw Lu Miao My energy level is pretty good, so thinking shouldn't be a big problem.
Thinking about what Tang Mei said, Fu Jingyou couldn't help laughing.
He nodded at Lu Miao's pouted mouth:
"Stop pouting, my aunt will really pick up the poop bucket soon."
Lu Miao pouted even more and glared at him Then, the corners of his lips suddenly shrank again.
“Look.”
Lu Miao felt aggrieved and stretched out her left hand to show Fu Jingyou instructions.
Her skin is white, her hands are small, her fingers are slender, as tender as onions, and she is very beautiful.
The hair on the index finger, which is usually as tender as green onion, is now red and swollen.
It looks like an apple candied haws, with a thin one at the bottom and a big head at the top.
The index finger is so swollen that it is almost as big as a thumb.
“What’s going on?”
Fu Jingyou was startled and quickly took her hand to look carefully. Lu Miao pursed her lips, embarrassed to say.
Tang Mei became her alternative mouthpiece:
“I didn’t know she was so diligent before. It’s hard to bend down with a big belly and watch the bamboo basket roll. It’s in the middle of the backyard, I have to hold my back to pick it up.”
“I told her not to pick it up, I don’t want her to pick it up, I’ll go there later...”
"If you don't listen, I'm fine now. I got a thorn in my palm. I won't let you pick it, so I just purse my lips and cry."
Lu Miao opened her lips and defended silently:
" I didn’t cry either... I just yelled that it hurt!”
I didn’t look carefully at that time, I just grabbed it casually.
Who would have thought that it would be such an accident that a bamboo thorn would pierce into the heart of a finger?
She was bleeding just now, it was really painful...
And she didn't say she wouldn't allow pricking.
The bamboo thorn was obvious and she pulled it out at the very beginning.
Tang Mei was angry and helpless:
"It's not an important thing. It's just a broken basket, just throw it away. You said you..."
Lu Miao frowned unhappily.
When the pain was excruciating, my eyes were just red.
At this moment, I really couldn't help it. I held my lips in my mouth, and the crystal tears fell.
"Miaomiao..."
Tang Mei is the elder, and her original intention is for Lu Miao. Fu Jingyou can't say anything to him, so he can only find other ways to coax Lu Miao.
Lu Miao felt dissatisfied and stood up with a strong temper. She struggled to cross the threshold and went to the front room.
"Little aunt, no matter what happens in the future, if you are worried, just say something, don't always say it."
"She has a delicate temper, but it's not that she doesn't know how to measure...she is angry I don’t want to compete with you, I only compete with myself.”
In the backyard, Fu Jingyou gave Tang Mei a serious instruction and followed her to the front room.
In the room, Lu Miao sat beside the bed and cried hard.
She is just pregnant, not disabled...
Of course she knows that it is a trivial matter, and she will not take risks in really serious matters.
But even this little thing had been talked about for an hour.
Lu Miao was confused, feeling depressed and panicked.
She is the one who hurts, and she is the one who bleeds.
It was she who was being talked about, and it was she who was like a cripple.
Fu Jingyou closed the door behind her back, wiped Lu Miao's tears, squatted down in front of her, raised her head, took her hand and coaxed:
"Stop crying first."
"Does it still hurt, huh? I'm going to pick on you?"
Lu Miao gets angry when he talks about picking on you.
With a sullen look on his face, he raised his leg and kicked Fu Jingyou on the knee.
Lu Miao said angrily:
“It’s all the good things you did!”
“Yes, yes, it’s all my fault, my fault, I admit my mistake , I accept the punishment, okay?”
Fu Jingyou nodded neatly:
"Don't be angry, huh?"
Lu Miao was furious, but felt that his words were full of perfunctory charm, and asked angrily:
"Then tell me, where did you go wrong!"
“…”
Fu Jingyou opened her lips.
I was immediately stopped by the question.
Lu Miao was even more angry and pushed him as fiercely as a calf.
Fu Jingyou let her push.
If you push it away, move closer. If you push it away, move closer.
After several back and forths, Lu Miao couldn't stand it any longer and burst out laughing.
His face was cold and there were tears hanging on it.
Lu Miao was a little embarrassed and tried to restrain herself, but in the end she couldn't help but laugh at Fu Jingyou's rogue energy.
“You are so annoying, so annoying!”
“Then I won’t bother you anymore and I will listen to you, okay?”
Lu Miao pursed her lips, “Huh.” He made a sound, touched his belly with both hands, puffed out his mouth and stared at him coquettishly:
"We agreed to give birth to this one." (End of Chapter)