Chapter 29 Let the Bee Sting You



Xiaoguo was overjoyed. He pulled the vine down and pulled it hard, revealing the fruit. There were several potatoes of different sizes hanging on the vine. These were wild potatoes.

Growing in this fertile and moist soil, Xiaoguo looked around and saw vines all over the hillside. Xiaoguo was surprised and made a mark. He had never been here before because this place was the opposite of the way he came here. Fortunately, he had to look around this time to find it.

Xiaoguo wanted to pick them now, but his basket was full and he had no place to put them, so he had to go back first.

Having made up his mind, Xiaoguo immediately took Zhuangzhuang home. Zhuangzhuang didn't know why his mother was suddenly so excited, but he was happy to see her excited. He didn't want to drag her down, so he refused her help and followed her footsteps home, carrying the small basket on his back.

After returning home safely, Xiaoguo first put the fish into the water to make sure they were still alive, then poured out the grass, asked Zhuangzhuang to guard the fish to prevent them from jumping out, and went to the mountain to pick potatoes.

Zhuangzhuang sat obediently in front of the basin and watched the fish, conscientiously completing the task assigned to him by his mother.

Xiaoguo quickened his pace and came to the mountain. He took out the rake and started to pick potatoes. With the help of tools, he quickly picked a basket. Xiaoguo wiped his sweat with satisfaction. This was because he was tired and happy. With these potatoes, he could eat his own fish balls.

We covered the top with potato vines, made sure the potatoes inside couldn't be seen clearly, and then went down the mountain.

Just before I got home and walked through the door, a mean female voice rang out, "Oh, really, it turns out you really eat grass. I told you earlier. Seeing as we were from the same village, I would definitely help you. Oh, I didn't tell you earlier..."

Xiaoguo knew who it was as soon as she heard the voice, Li Zhaodi...

Xiao Guo did not turn around and leave like the original owner. Instead, he stopped, turned around and looked at her, "Oh, Zhaodi, who did I think it was? There's no ghost in broad daylight." After saying that, he covered his mouth and laughed.

Li Zhaodi was so angry that her face turned blue. She really looked like she was in the underworld. Xiaoguo laughed in an ambiguous way. Li Zhaodi snorted heavily and said casually, "Our old Liu got promoted. What's his name? I forgot. He gets five taels of silver every month. Our old Liu... our old Liu..."

Li Zhaodi talked about their old Liu every three sentences, and Xiaoguo listened indifferently and clapped while listening. This made Li Zhaodi not know how to continue talking. She cursed Xiaoguo in her heart and looked bored. No matter what she said, the other party looked indifferent. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and left in shame. When she left, she was still not honest and kept mumbling. Xiaoguo looked around and finally found a piece of stone that was neither too big nor too small. She aimed at the beehive not far from Li Zhaodi, counted down in her heart, aimed and hit the target. The beehive fell on the head of the cursing Li Zhaodi. She touched it curiously, and the bees flew out immediately with a buzzing sound, stung Li Zhaodi and she ran away with her head in her hands.

Xiaoguo admired her miserable appearance for a while, then walked slowly towards home. The beehive was not big, and the sting would not do any harm to anyone, but it was enough for her to eat a whole pot of food.

Zhuangzhuang, who ran out of the house when he heard the noise, just happened to see Li Zhaodi running away in a panic. This appearance made him laugh. This bad guy always comes to bother his mother, and every time he leaves his mother, his mother is sad for a while. What a bad guy.

Xiaoguo didn't expect that Zhuangzhuang saw it. He felt a little helpless and then laughed along with Zhuangzhuang. He led Zhuangzhuang towards home while laughing.


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