If the team didn’t divide the fish, this fish could still be sold for ten dollars!
Isn’t that earned?
If you can earn an extra ten yuan from two acres of land, wouldn’t that mean twenty yuan from four acres of land?
If we raise a few more acres of fish and take good care of them, we will be able to have one more meal to eat by the end of this year.
The members of Dahedong were happy and worked harder.
At the same time, they also pricked up their ears, waiting for He Hongjin to say what happened next.
He Hongjin was chatting with others in the team, while Fu Jingyou was pedaling his bicycle with his long legs.
After rushing out for a distance, the man then got on his bicycle and sat firmly, passing through the production team and rushing down several gentle slopes.
It usually takes him more than ten minutes to walk a distance, but he can reach his doorstep in just two minutes.
After parking the car under the jujube tree in front of the door, Fu Jingyou walked into the house carrying a bamboo basket filled with soda.
There was a commotion in the house.
It was very lively and noisy.
I listened carefully and didn't hear Lu Miao talking, it was Tang Mei who was talking.
The tone was so up and down that Fu Jingyou thought someone had come to the house.
Go into the room and put your things down.
Lu Miao was not in the room, so Fu Jingyou went straight to the kitchen.
There were only Tang Mei and Lu Miao in the backyard.
Tang Mei was washing clothes by the well, muttering to herself:
"I told you not to listen, I told you not to listen, why did you move that thing?"
"You're not expected to work. It's such a big house, can't you just find a place to sit?"
"You're such a grown-up, and you still have to be criticized every day, how can you be so ashamed?"
“…”
Lu Miao brought a small stool and sat on the steps at the back door of the kitchen.
He is usually a spoiled person, but this time he is unusually honest.
After being nagged for more than ten times, he was actually very obedient and didn't say a word in rebuttal.
Fu Jingyou obviously sensed something was wrong, so he stepped on the threshold, leaned against the back door frame, and asked:
"What's going on?"
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 him all the time.
Lu Miao has stopped talking, which means he already knows he is wrong.
Just click a few words and keep talking about what you are doing.
Tang Mei fell silent for a while.
Lu Miao also lowered his head and pouted, saying nothing.
Fu Jingyou stepped over the threshold and squatted in front of her to coax her:
"Why are you unhappy again? Look at your mouth, you could hang an oil bottle on it."
Just as a few jackets were washed, Tang Mei stood up, shook the clothes, and hung them directly on the clothesline in the backyard to dry.
"Hanging oil pot?"
Tang Mei casually replied:
"That can hold an oil can. Look at her mouth, it can even hold a dung bucket."
“…”
Lu Miao's cheeks puffed up, and he said shyly:
"Aunt, what are you talking about!"
Fu Jingyou was worried at first, but when he saw that Lu Miao was in good spirits, he thought it shouldn't be a big problem.
Thinking about what Tang Mei said, Fu Jingyou couldn't help laughing.
He tapped Lu Miao's pouting mouth:
"Stop pouting, or your aunt will really be carrying a bucket of shit soon."
Lu Miao pouted even more, and after glaring at him, the corners of his lips suddenly deflated again.
"Look."
Lu Miao looked aggrieved and stretched out his left hand to show Fu Jingyou.
She has fair skin, small hands, and slender fingers that are as tender as scallions. She is very beautiful.
But the index finger, which was usually as tender as a scallion, now had a red and swollen tip.
It looks like a candied apple, with a thin stem at the bottom and a big head at the top.
The index finger was so swollen that it was almost as big as the thumb.
"What's going on?"
Fu Jingyou was startled and quickly pulled her hand over to take a closer look.
Lu Miao pouted, feeling embarrassed to speak.
Tang Mei became her alternative mouthpiece:
"I didn't know she was so diligent before. It was hard for her to bend down with her belly bulging. She watched the bamboo basket roll to the middle of the backyard, but she insisted on holding up her waist to pick it up."
"I told her not to pick it up, I told her not to pick it up, I'll go later..."
"I just wouldn't listen. Now I'm fine. There's a thorn stuck in my palm, and I won't let you pick it out. I just pout and cry."
Lu Miao opened his lips and said nothing:
"I didn't cry...I just screamed in pain!"
I didn't look carefully at that time, I just grabbed it casually.
Who could have thought that it would be such a coincidence that a bamboo thorn would pierce the center of the finger?
She was bleeding just now, it really hurts...
And it doesn't say that you are not allowed to find fault.
The bamboo thorn was very obvious, so she pulled it out at the beginning.
Tang Mei was angry and helpless:
"It's not a big deal. It's just a broken basket. Just throw it there. What do you think..."
Lu Miao frowned unhappily.
When it hurt so much, my eyes just turned red.
But at this moment, she really couldn't help it. She held her lips together and tears fell from her eyes.
“Miaomiao…”
Tang Mei is the elder and her intention is for Lu Miao's own good. Fu Jingyou can't say anything to her and can only find different ways to coax Lu Miao.
Lu Miao felt uncomfortable, and he stood up stubbornly, stepped over the threshold with great effort, and went to the front room.
"Aunt, no matter what happens in the future, if you are worried, just say it, don't talk about it all the time."
"She has a delicate temper, but it's not like she doesn't know her limits... When she's angry, she doesn't fight with you, she only fights with herself."
In the backyard, Fu Jingyou gave Tang Mei a serious instruction and then followed her to the front room.
In the room, Lu Miao sat on the edge of the bed and cried bitterly.
She's just pregnant, not disabled...
Of course, she knew it was a small matter, and she would not take the risk to do anything truly serious.
But she had been nagging about this little thing for an hour.
Lu Miao was stuck in a dead end, feeling depressed and upset.
She is the one who is in pain and bleeding.
She was the one who was criticized and treated like a useless person.
Fu Jingyou closed the door with his backhand, wiped Lu Miao's tears, squatted in front of her, raised his head and took her hand to coax her:
"Stop crying for now."
"Does it still hurt, huh? Should I pick at the thorns for you?"
Speaking of finding fault, Lu Miao gets angry.
He sobbed and looked angry, then raised his leg and kicked Fu Jingyou on the knee.
Lu Miao said:
"It's all your fault!"
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I'm wrong. I admit my mistake and I accept the punishment. Okay?"
Fu Jingyou nodded neatly:
"Don't be angry, okay?"
Lu Miao was angry and felt that his words were full of perfunctory flavor. He asked angrily:
"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"
“…”
Fu Jingyou opened his lips.
I was stumped by the question.
Lu Miao became even angrier and pushed him as fiercely as a calf.
Fu Jingyou let her push him.
Push it open and get closer, push it open and get closer.
After going back and forth a few times, Lu Miao couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
My face was cold and had tears on it.
Lu Miao felt a little embarrassed and tried to restrain himself, but in the end he couldn't help laughing at Fu Jingyou's rogue behavior.
"You're so annoying! So annoying!"
"Then I won't bother you anymore and will listen to you, okay?"
Lu Miao pouted, snorted, touched her belly with both hands, puffed out her lips and glared at him coquettishly:
"We agreed to have this one child." (End of this chapter)
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