Then it started to wrestle with the fish below, grabbing the fishing rod and straightening the fishing line from time to time to pull the carp out of the water, but then the carp swung rapidly in the air and fell into the water, creating a wave.
The black cat was a little scared after being splashed by the water. It trotted all the way to Ye Ling and rubbed the legs of its little master, as if to say, it’s not that we are powerless, it’s just that the carp is too powerful and cunning.
Although the carp struggled hard for a while, the crowned chrysanthemum was obviously more powerful. After all, it had reached Sequence 4 by eating and sleeping, so it was not a problem to deal with the carp.
Together with the blue jay, it lifted the fishing rod and dragged the carp out of the water, swinging it back and forth in the air. Its red and white scales reflected bursts of light in the sunlight.
"Well, what happened?" Ye Ling was also awakened at this moment. He rubbed his eyes and looked outside the pavilion a little dazedly, watching two birds and a fish fighting in the air.
"It's amazing! There are birds that can fish."
As she spoke, she stood up from Loran Hill's arms, walked to the fence and looked carefully.
"Looks like we'll have fish to eat tonight~"
Did she really want to eat the golden carp in her own pond? Loran Hill looked at the little girl in surprise.
For a moment, Ye Ling thought of grilling fish by the lake tonight, and then asked her brother for materials and tools.
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Just as Loran Hill woke up in the East Continent, big and small things were happening in the West Continent.
The Crimson Empire, or the former Green Empire, the Eastern Soft Leaf Territory, the Town of Tailun.
"Bumansha, is Bumansha here?" A voice sounded in a shop on the street.
"Yes, I'm here."
As the voice was spoken, a girl with chestnut curly hair walked out from the back room of the store, holding a large plate of bread in her arms.
Looking at the sweet and steaming bread, the visiting guests couldn't help but feel more hungry.
"It smells so good. As expected of Bumansa, everything she makes is delicious."
"Hahaha, it's nothing serious actually, they're just very common materials."
The girl next door was wearing a simple apron and clothes. Although not gorgeous, they were neat and clean, which contrasted with her snow-white skin.
"Come to think of it, Bumansa is in her early twenties now, isn't she still thinking about getting married?" the neighbor on the street asked casually.
"Well, I haven't thought about it yet."
"Yeah, that's true, Bumansa graduated from Emenas. I guess there's really no one in our small town who is worthy of you."
After selecting a few large loaves of bread, the aunt next door looked up and looked at the girl with a nice and slightly plump figure, nodding slightly from time to time.
"If you wear a beautiful dress, you will definitely look better than the eldest daughter of a noble family."
"Thank you for the compliment, Aunt Sina. Here." Bumansa packed the bread and handed it to the woman.
"Well, actually I can't help but want to give you some advice. Just listen to it, you don't have to adopt it." After taking the bread, the aunt began to speak.
"When I was young, I also went to big cities. They were very prosperous, and I ran into many nobles and wealthy people. Even the things on the streets were much more expensive than in our small town."
"Actually, with your talent, it's a bit underappreciated staying in this small town. If you could go to a big city, the bread and pastries you make could easily sell for three or four times the price."
"Besides, there are more capable and talented people in big cities. If you go there, you might meet someone you like and eventually have a happy marriage."
"Don't be so quick to deny me. I know you've learned a lot and are very capable, but for a girl, the most beautiful and youthful years are only these few years. If you don't seize this opportunity, it will be difficult to grasp it when you're older."
"Besides, your parents are in good health now, and your family has some extra money, so you don't have to work so hard in the store all the time."
"Go out and have a look around more often. Maybe in a few years, there won't be such a good opportunity again."
Listening to the aunt's persuasion and suggestions, Bumansha smiled and nodded. She knew that she was kind-hearted, so she listened patiently before slowly bidding her farewell.
After returning to the store, the girl took the used plates and utensils to the back room to wash them.
The oil and residue dissipated with the water flow, and then the girl wiped it clean and placed it on the wooden rack under the window to dry in the cool air. Looking at the neat and clean hut, Bumansha smiled slightly.
Then she took off the headscarf on her head and shook it slightly, and her chestnut-gold hair fell out, shining in the sunlight.
The girl squatted down and looked at the scabbard placed in the secret compartment of the cabinet. She paused for a moment, then closed the cabinet door and came to the small courtyard behind the shop.
She picked up a wooden sword that was casually placed on the barrel. It was her brother's toy.
The rough wooden sword was swung and turned easily by the girl, like a butterfly in the forest, dancing in the sunshine.
After practicing swinging it for a while, she put the sword down again and continued to rest it on the barrel.
Because his younger brother once told him that this is his thing and his sister should not touch it. This child is only seven years old, but he is like a little adult and has his own ideas.
Although she was somewhat touched by what the aunt said today, Bumansha did not have much ambition or desire. She was satisfied with just an ordinary and leisurely life.
Three months later, at Bumansha’s home.
The family finished dinner and was clearing the table.
"Bumansha, don't go back later."
"Yes, father." Bumansha looked up with a little surprise and looked at her father.
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