The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

The Little Sweetheart In The 1970s 4-5-6

After half a month passed, Luo Ning spoke more and more smoothly, and gradually began to think more simply. His skinny cheeks became fuller, a trace of rosiness began to show, and he even grew a few centimeters taller.

The things in his spiritual planting space have become richer. Corn, sweet potatoes, wheat, rice, pumpkins, peaches, and thorns are all crowded together and even more can be planted.

Now he does not need to rely on the allocated food, he can be self-sufficient, and his overall spirit is much better.

All the rice in the village has been harvested and sent to the square for threshing. It can be closed after it is dried.

It was sultry and hot at the end of summer, and every movement made them sweat. It was so uncomfortable that the skin on their arms was about to peel off. In the middle of the night, there was a dull thunder in the sky, and the rain fell in a gush, leaving mud puddles on the dirt road and water dripped from the eaves.

There are many homes where the thatch is not thick, so they get up in the middle of the night to catch the leaking water. The dull air is swept away, replaced by cool humidity.

There were mud puddles in the square, and there was no way to dry things. After being so tired these days, the captain simply gave everyone a three-day holiday.

The villagers ran to the foot of the mountain one after another. Fungus and other mushrooms are most likely to grow after the rain. They are delicious and nourishing for the body. They are much better than wild vegetables. They all want to pick up more and dry them in the sun to make stews.

Luo Ning also ran up the mountain with a basket. He couldn't identify many mushrooms, but he knew the fixed type of chicken fir. He found a lot of them at the bottom of the woods and carefully picked them into the basket. When the flowers are stacked, he can smell the unique fragrance.

"Hey! Xiaoluo is quite good at picking them."

Several women passing by smiled and helped Luo Ning check the mushrooms to avoid picking poisonous ones.

Kindly reminded: "Does Xiaoluo know how to cook? You must wash it well and cook it for a long time before you can eat it."

Unripe mushrooms are poisonous.

Luo Ning nodded obediently. The aunt in the village was very nice. He pointed to a place and said, "there are many more over there."

Luo Ning still had a little bit left in his basket, and he planned to pick some more.

Wang Cuihua walked over with an unkind look on her face and stared at the mushrooms in Luo Ning's basket. She stretched out her hand and planned to grab them directly, "I'll cook chicken and cilantro for lunch. You can go find more."

If it were before, Luo Ning would have been silent, but now he knew the three words "unwilling", pursed his lips tightly, and held on to his basket, refusing to let Wang Cuihua take it away.

This is what he found, it belongs to him.

Wang Cuihua didn't expect that he would dare to resist. She opened her eyes fiercely and cursed in displeasure: "What do you dare to disagree with? Is your skin itchy? Bring it to me, or I will beat you to death."

As she spoke, she stretched out her thick arms to push Luo Ning away.

The aunt who saw it from the side said dissatisfiedly: "You are such an aunt. Xiao Luo picked this up by himself. An elder has the nerve to rob her nephew's things. Are you thick-skinned?"

"If you want to eat it, you don't know how to find it. You are so lazy."

Wang Cuihua curled her lips, "he has a problem with his head, why not leave it to me to cook without him having to do anything, am I not good enough to him?!"