"Did you die in there or something? You drank the wild vegetable porridge so much that you almost licked the bottom of the bowl, and the pancakes haven't been served yet. What a trick!"

Lao Mo turned his head and roared towards the kitchen door in the left wing, the veins on his forehead standing up one by one.

Yang Ruoqing didn't pay attention and was startled by the sound of the explosion. The chopsticks in her hand almost fell to the ground.

I thought to myself, why are the men in the mountains so fierce? It’s Li Zheng from Sishan’ao, who can’t even compare to my father and my predecessor, Li Zheng Wang Hongtao!

There is no wooden door in the kitchen, and there is a half thatched curtain.

Under the influence of long-term oil smoke, the thatch curtain has been blackened.

As Lao Moyi roared, the thatched curtain opened, and a woman wearing coarse cloth clothes of an indistinguishable color, with hair as messy as a bird's nest and a few straws stuck to it, came out.

Yang Ruoqing didn't look at the pancakes in the large open bowl held by the woman. Her eyes fell on the woman's swollen belly.

Is she about to give birth?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself that at this moment, the woman had arrived at the dinner table and put the bowl in her hand on the table.

She timidly glanced at the extra guests at home tonight, and when her eyes came into contact with Yang Ruoqing,

Through the weak light of the soybean oil lamp, Yang Ruoqing still saw a man with a sallow face, high cheekbones, and sunken eye sockets.

His eyes were dull and empty, like a walking corpse.

"What are you looking at? I've never seen a man before, or what?"

Lao Mo suddenly slapped his hand on the table, causing the empty bowl in front of him to jump up and fall back down again.

The woman was so frightened that she froze in place.

Lao Mo saw that she was still standing there without moving, and became even more angry.

"I told you to go back to the kitchen. Don't you have ears?"

"If I hadn't seen that you were pregnant with my son and about to give birth to my son, I would have kicked you and returned to your hometown. You idiot, bah!"

Lao Mo spat on the woman and his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

The woman finally came to her senses, hunched her shoulders and fled back to the kitchen.

Here, Lao Mo is still scolding.

Xiao Mo, who was opposite, grabbed a piece of cake and chewed it in his mouth. He seemed to be used to it, and his expression didn't change at all.

Damo didn't seem surprised by this, but he saw Yang Ruoqing holding a bowl of wild vegetable porridge without moving her chopsticks.

Damo thought Yang Ruoqing was frightened, so he quickly grabbed a piece of cake and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"Xiaotang, eat a corn tortilla, or you won't be hungry at night!"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses when she met Damo's warm and friendly eyes.

She thanked her, reached out and took the cake and held it in her hand.

No wonder someone with Yu Jingui's personality would run away.

This village...

You should marry Zhou Xia.

"Doesn't he have hands? Or is he the emperor and you are the eunuch? If you are still waiting for me like this when you are just eating, are you a bit promising?"

Lao Mo suddenly yelled at Damo.

Damo was startled for a moment, then he said with a complacent smile: "Brother, Xiaotang is the guest I brought back after all..."

"What kind of guest? Are you a guest with your hands free? I haven't even seen half a pound of pork!"

The one who made such sarcastic remarks was Xiao Mo, who had been silent all this time.

At this moment, he was looking at Yang Ruoqing with his mouth curled up and his eyes crooked.

At any other time and occasion, Yang Ruoqing would have slapped such a person in the face.

But she has a mission at the moment, so she can’t teach her a lesson for the time being. She just has to endure it and remember that when she completes the mission and leaves, she will calculate the interest together and then leave!

Here, Da Mo frowned when he heard Xiao Mo's words.

"Third brother, don't say that. Xiaotang didn't live and eat for free. They gave us five cents, and by the way, there was also a bundle of firewood..." Damo said.

"cut!"

Xiaomo curled his lips again and raised his hand to pick his nostrils a few times.

He picked out a piece of his nose and wiped it on the corner of the table next to him.

Then he grabbed the corn tortilla and chewed it.

Here, Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath.

The corn tortilla in Xiao Mo's hand must be saltier than others.

How disgusting!

After dinner, Lao Mo went to the toilet with his tobacco pole, and Xiao Mo went back to his room in the backyard to sleep.

The woman was clearing away the dishes in the kitchen.

Damo said to Yang Ruoqing: "Xiaotang, you should rest early, I'm going to the woodshed."

Yang Ruoqing called to him: "I sleep in the woodshed."

Damo shook his head: "What are you talking about? You are the guest I brought back. Besides, you might have to go back tomorrow. Just stay the night and sleep in my room. Don't dislike my dirty room."

become."

After saying this, Damo turned around and went to the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing was left standing alone in the main room.

Damo is an ugly person, but he is really good at heart.

Do you really want to go back home and sleep?

That's impossible. She didn't sneak into Sishan Col in disguise to sleep.

Besides, she couldn't sleep either. She had enough sleep in the bamboo forest in the afternoon.

I definitely want to go out for a walk. The dark night is a protective color. I want to see what Tuobaling is doing and monitor his every move.

But she can't go out now, because Lao Mo and Lao Mo's wife haven't gone back to the house to sleep. If they find her not in the house and find her, she won't be able to hide here.

Yang Ruoqing then returned to Damo's house.

In the darkness, she sat alone.

Listening to the sound of snoring taking turns coming from the woodshed and the mill house in the backyard.

After a while, Lao Mo came out of the backyard hut, coughing.

He returned to his house.

Because there was a temporary adobe wall built between their house and Damo's house.

Moreover, there is a certain gap between the adobe wall and the roof. In this way, the movement in the front half of the room can be heard clearly in the back half of the room.

For someone like Yang Ruoqing, whose eyesight and hearing are better than ordinary people, she could clearly hear a few of Lao Mo's farts.

She sat sideways on the edge of Da Mo's bed, raised her hand to cover her nose, and fanned herself in front of her with the other hand.

Ten thousand idiots roared through my heart. The difficulty level of this mission was simply five stars!

Soon, Lao Mo's wife in the first half of the room also returned.

The two of them had zero communication throughout the entire process, taking off their clothes, going to bed, and sleeping.

Lao Mo's snoring soon started, but his mother-in-law didn't make any movement. She was probably lying in the dark in a daze.

Yang Ruoqing was too lazy to think about that, so she opened the door quietly and closed it gently.

Then he walked out of the yard without anyone noticing. In the dark night, his figure seemed to blend into the thick night.

Like a black phantom, it shuttled under the shadow of the dark trees where the moonlight could not be seen, running straight towards Lao Ge's house at the entrance of the village in front.

Arriving near Lao Ge's house, Yang Ruoqing stopped, first found a hidden place to hide herself, and hid her breathing.
Chapter completed!