Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Beat the shit out of that bastard! …
If a normal person with a sense of dignity heard such words, he might feel guilty and uneasy. Even worse, he might get up in the middle of the night and slap himself, thinking that he deserved to be lazy while everyone else was busy as hell - like Song Ruan in the past.
But those who are particularly thick-skinned and have no sense of shame will be complacent, thinking, wow, everyone is so busy but I can still find a chance to be lazy, I am really smart and wise, I deserve to live a good life - like Song Ruan now.
Song Ruan walked back to the kang with relaxed steps, rolled up the quilt and placed it against the window as a pillow, then leaned back on it leisurely, enjoying the breeze and browsing the system mall with her feet up.
Discounted stun guns? Good stuff, buy one.
Pepper spray? Forget it, she can do it herself, why spend the money.
Oh, there are still movies to preview? Song Ruan became interested, took out the remaining half box of biscuits, and made herself a cup of malted milk, sipping it slowly while watching. When the trial time for this one is up, click on the next one. It's mainly about a free ride that doesn't cost any money.
Life is so comfortable.
When the whistle sounded for the afternoon work, Mrs. Sun's family next door passed by her door cursing as they went to work. She got up and started to get herself ready.
Since she had nothing to do anyway, she wanted to take a walk up the hill.
The main ones are the three old treasures of Northeast China, ginseng, deer antlers and Ula grass, and the three new treasures of Northeast China, ginseng, sable fur and deer antlers. Not to mention that now is the most abundant season for the forest products in Northeast China, and it is time to pick wild fruits and mushrooms. Now everyone is still in the fields, and no one is rushing to grab them and no one is watching them. If she doesn't seize this opportunity, she will have to slap herself twice.
But she still remembered that she was pretending to be sick. She covered her face with some white powder, found a relatively straight wooden stick in the firewood shed, put a backpack given by the team leader as a gift for the renovation on her back, and walked out with a hunched back, leaning against the basket.
The captain who was coming to look for his nephew was startled by her. Seeing her pale face, he hurried over to help her: "Didn't I tell you to rest at home? What are you doing?"
She must not faint while walking. Everyone is at work now and has no time to pay attention to her. What if she gets cold if she is delayed? If this gets out, won't he, as the team leader, be implicated as the advanced candidate next year?
Song Ruan smiled at him slowly: "Captain, I feel much better, and I want to go up the mountain to collect some pig grass. After all, I have been in the countryside for a few days, and it seems that I have not made any contribution to our team. I feel a little guilty."
The captain's hair stood on end at her laughter. Looking at her sticking her crutch on the ground with her mouth opening and closing, he really wanted to tell her to just take a rest, not working hard is the greatest contribution she can make.
But the boy had such a passionate look in his eyes that he, as an honest man, was too embarrassed to criticize him. He grumbled for a long time before finally saying, "Then just go to the foot of the mountain and do whatever you want. If you feel uncomfortable, just sit down and rest for a while."
Song responded weakly and limped away with his crutches.
The captain looked at her back, worried as an old pumpkin covered with frost.
This Xiao Song is really honest, but it’s not good to be too honest. Why doesn’t he take a break so that they can both trust each other?
Old lady Song Ruan moved into the mountain with a crutch. She looked around to see no one and listened carefully to see no movement around her. The crutch became a trekking pole, which she waved around.
She grew up in the mountains in her previous life, so walking on mountain roads was not a difficult thing for her. In addition, her body was strengthened, so she jumped into the woods like a monkey.
The black soil in Northeast China is fertile, and even a chopstick can sprout. The wild grass on the mountain is unattended and grows very tall. Song Ruan uses a stick to beat the grass to explore the way. When he sees something edible for pigs, he pulls a few handfuls and puts them in his backpack as a cover.
But after walking for a while without seeing anything good, Song Ruan became a little annoyed. Passing by a patch of deep and dense grass, he knocked it down with a stick.
“Ohhhhh—”
The pheasant had just finished lunch and was dozing off in its nest. Chickens also need a nap in the afternoon, when it was suddenly hit on the wing by a huge stick from the sky. The pheasant was so scared that it rolled out of the bushes.
"Fuck." Song Ruan's eyes lit up and he rushed forward to catch it. A life-and-death chase between the man and the chicken started in the woods.
The pheasant's wings were flapping so hard that they were almost smoking, but after being hit hard by Song Ruan, it flew crookedly and its speed gradually slowed down. Song Ruan pounced forward and pressed it under her body.
The pheasant was unfortunately defeated by humans.
"Little thing," Song Ruan pulled a few long grasses and quickly tied the pheasant's wings together, and pulled two more to tie the chicken's feet, "Why are you running away? In the end, you still fell into my hands. What do you call this? The harder you try, the sadder you feel."
"Don't worry, I'll go pick some mushrooms later and lay some carpet on your road to the underworld. I guarantee you'll have a dignified journey."
The pheasant stretched its neck to give her a bite, but she grabbed its beak.
Tsk, I was too engrossed in the pursuit just now, which direction is down the mountain?
Song Ruan was trying to identify the shadows of the trees when he suddenly heard a few voices floating in the wind. It seemed like someone was speaking in a pinched throat, with a hint of exclamation - isn't it said that most people who can breathe are in the fields?
She was alert and slowly moved over with the chicken in her hand.
The closer they were, the louder their conversations became, and Song Ruan felt more embarrassed as she walked - she thought it was a dangerous situation involving enemy spies, but it turned out to be an erotic affair in the mountains.
I give up. Have the little mandarin ducks been looking for excitement like this since the 1970s?
Song Ruan rolled her eyes in that direction with disdain, her eyes suddenly widened. Damn, they are an old couple! They are rolling into a ball, flying together as a pair.
Although she is a little lustful and occasionally looks at small po and small A, her aesthetic taste is still there and she won't eat everything. She planned to leave with disgust.
The woman called out in a delicate voice, "Brother Zhao, Secretary Zhao~~You haven't come to see me for so long, have you taken a fancy to some charming and pretty female educated youth again, and want to give me a younger sister?"
Song Ruan paused as she was leaving, and endured the pain in her eyes to take a look. The conspicuous and impressive zigzag hair, it really was the village party secretary!
She squatted down and lay behind a rock like a gecko to eavesdrop.
The village party secretary teased: "Speaking of Yaoyao Jiaojiao, who can compare to you?"
After a while, he spoke again: "Don't mention it. Two of the three female educated youth who came this time are good-looking. It's a pity that the one with the surname Han has a background, so we can't touch him."
The woman pretended to be jealous and asked, "So you're attracted to the other one? The one who asked Grandma Sun for three eggs yesterday? I don't think he's a good person."
There was the sound of a match striking phosphorus, followed by the smell of cigarette smoke, and the slow voice of Party Secretary Zhao: "If you are not a good person again, you will be punished by me when you come to the Dongfeng Brigade."
"But I think the captain seems to want to protect her." The woman reminded.
"That old fellow," Secretary Zhao's eyes flashed with gloom, and he tapped his pipe, "Let's discuss it carefully first. If the people themselves agree, it's hard for others to say anything."
The pheasant in Song Ruan's hand bounced suddenly, and it rubbed against the grass, making a rustling sound.
The woman was startled, grabbed the clothes on the ground to cover her chest, and looked over vigilantly: "Who's there?"
Song Ruan loosened the pheasant's mouth and slapped it. The pheasant was forced into a corner and let out an "oh" and flapped its wings vigorously twice.
Song Ruan pinched the chicken's mouth and this time held the entire chicken under his arm, so that it couldn't even turn its neck.
Secretary Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "You are so timid that you are scared to death by a little wild thing."
The woman didn't comment, she lay on his chest and continued to repeat the previous topic: "I said, why did you call me out, and you want me to help you test it?"
Secretary Zhao took a long drag on his pipe and said, "Just like before, if there is any benefit, you will definitely get it."
The woman giggled. "More this time. This is harder than before."
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say."
While chatting and laughing, it seemed that Song Ruan had already become his catch.
Fire burst from Song Ruan's eyes.
The anti-jing system was also very angry, jumping up and down and cursing:
[Fuck, this old perverted bald guy dares to attack you? The rotten one with sores on the soles of his feet and pus on his head is a worthless thing. His mouth stinks even more than the donkey's dung at the village entrance. If I hadn't had a physical body, I would have squeezed the shit out of him. 】
Song Ruan wanted to laugh, but before she could open her mouth, a ding sound suddenly rang in their minds again.
[Administrator Tip: We have found that you are suspected of using vulgar language in your conversation with the host. Statistics show that you have used vulgar language three times this month. The punishment is as follows: confinement in a small dark room for one day. During this period, the host's transaction needs must be processed by self-service in the system mall.]
[Administrator's reminder: Once again, everyone is responsible for building a civilized space-time administration]
"Ah hey hey," the anti-jing system was caught off guard and was dragged back by the chain that suddenly stretched out. It lay on the ground and operated for a while, buying itself the last bit of time while shouting at Song Ruan:
[I gave you 500 points of anger points, and you bought that "Strength to Pull Mountains and Courage to Overcome the World" and beat the shit out of that bastard! Did you hear that? Shit out! 】
It howled as it was dragged away by the chain.
Song Ruan: "..."
Thank you, system.
The two people over there ended their hustle and bustle, put on their clothes, and walked down the mountain separately.
Song Ruan followed Secretary Zhao quietly. Maybe it was because he felt a little weak after having fun, but his steps were a little unsteady. When he was about to go down a steep slope, he looked for a long time, and finally carefully pulled the vines beside him, staring intently at the ground and moving slowly bit by bit.
Song Ruan saw the right opportunity, rushed forward and kicked hard!
Secretary Zhao screamed, without time to look back, and rolled down like a broken jar, with a clanging sound. He fell with a bruised face and was hit on the head by the branches of the bushes along the way. Finally, he hit a chestnut tree with a thud, and the thorn balls fell down on him, and he fainted on the spot.
Song Ruan ran down the mountain in the other direction.
If you dare to set your sights on your aunt, go to hell!
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