Li Xiangyang said very firmly, but his body was tense, and he had a pencil in his hand at some point.
Everyone held their breath and waited for three breaths. After three breaths, it was confirmed that Mo Zhenzhen had no other changes (such as turning into a ghost), and the stone that was suppressing their hearts fell.
The pencil in Li Xiangyang's hand suddenly disappeared, and Li Daniu's hand loosened his grip on the pipe and pot.
After Li Feng, an old bachelor, confirmed that Mo Zhenzhen was a player, the nervousness on his face faded away. He looked at Mo Zhenzhen up and down and then clicked his tongue. The evil intentions in his eyes almost overflowed.
"A bean sprout..."
As he said this, his eyes never left Mo Zhenzhen, and his gaze became more and more wanton.
Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, but flinched as if she could really feel Li Xiangyang's malicious gaze. This aroused Li Xiangyang's interest even more, but she didn't say anything before Li Xiangyang said anything. Aunt Li finally spoke.
"Li Azhen, right? You came back just in time, go and make dinner."
Aunt Li looked at Mo Zhenzhen with a cold look, with a condescending tone, but she happened to come to Mo Zhenzhen's rescue.
But at the same time, her words also excluded Mo Zhenzhen from joining their small group of four.
Li Xiangyang, Li Daniu and Li Feng didn't refute, as if they acquiesced to Aunt Li's words.
Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, opened the door obediently and went out after listening to Aunt Li's words. She even obediently closed the door again after she left.
Looking at the closed wooden door, Mo Zhenzhen's eyes flashed thoughtfully.
These four people should have passed the Qi before, but no one explained it to her. However, Mo Zhenzhen also grasped a lot of information from each step in and out.
For example, the pencil suddenly appeared and disappeared in Li Xiangyang's hand. It didn't look like a magic trick, but rather seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air.
Another example is Li Daniu’s pipe pot.
As Li Daniu, it is not out of the ordinary to hold a pipe and pot in his hand, but there was a time when Su Zhenzhen was particularly short of money, and she almost went crazy thinking about money, and her eyes would uncontrollably fall on the jewelry worn by people around her.
Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen recognized almost at a glance that the 'pot' of Li Daniu's pipe pot was not made of copper, but a 'gold pot' of not too high purity, and it was still an old item.
Based on the information she had come across before, it was not difficult for her to guess that it should be a prop or a skill.
Mo Zhenzhen had not participated in their self-introduction and did not know that there were old players among them, but after meeting them, Mo Zhenzhen could roughly analyze their personalities and identities.
…
The kitchen in this dilapidated courtyard is still relatively complete, with all four walls and roof intact, and the door is intact but there is no window.
There was nothing inside except a brand new iron pot. The iron pot was stuck in the rotten stove, looking deliberate and abrupt.
This big iron pot is very strange, but when Mo You looked at the big iron pot, she was not thinking about the iron pot, but thinking about how she could integrate into the village?
Mo Zhenzhen put the big basket on the dilapidated stove, and the old mud brick stove was dripping with debris.
Without the cover of the basket, Mo Zhenzhen's abruptly protruding belly was revealed.
Her belly bulges in the stomach, and the curve of the bulge looks like that of a woman who is four or five months pregnant.
She touched her bulging belly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked at the old stove thoughtfully.
…
There was nothing in the kitchen, so Mo Zhenzhen spent a lot of time cooking this meal.
But by the time she cooked the wild vegetables and went to ask the others to eat, the four people had already disappeared.
Mo Zhenzhen didn't go to them specifically and started eating by herself.
She got two wooden sticks to use as chopsticks. Without a bowl, she just reached into the big iron pot to fish for wild vegetables and ate them.
To be honest, the taste of these wild vegetables is not very good, and some of them are very old. Even if they have been cooked for a long time, they still feel like they are not chewable.
Moreover, wild vegetables are very bitter, and they are a bit "refreshing" after one or two bites. After eating too much, the root of the tongue becomes bitter, which is extremely unappetizing.
Mo Zhenzhen didn't change her expression after eating a large pot of unpalatable wild vegetables. She was stunned to scoop out half of the pot and fed herself to full before stopping.
Touching her swollen belly, Mo Zhenzhen burped expressionlessly, then covered the lid of the iron pot, placed the two small wooden sticks properly, and began to work.
Those four people probably went to the village to inquire about information. Mo Zhenzhen knew about it but had no intention of joining.
It wasn't that she didn't pay attention to the task of finding songs, but what the landlord, Mr. Hong, said, the rule against OOC aroused Mo Zhenzhen's emphasis on 'home'.
The appearance of all sub-personalities is derived from the main personality's emotions reaching a certain extreme, and Mo Zhenzhen is no exception.
Mo Zhenzhen is calm and strong, good at solving problems, involuntarily involved, active in making money to support her family, and is stable and down-to-earth.
All of Mo Zhenzhen's characteristics revolve around 'home'. When this 'home' does not exist or is crumbling, she will instinctively build a 'home'.
This is just like the homing property of birds, it is an innate instinct.
Normally, Mo Zhenzhen could consciously restrain herself, but now she obviously couldn't.
…
The first thing Mo Zhenzhen dealt with was the half-person-high weeds in the yard.
There was a small hoe in her big basket. Mo Zhenzhen used it to dig a basket of wild vegetables on the mountain, and now it was used to clean up the weeds in the yard.
I don’t know how many years these weeds have been growing. New grass covers old grass. There are more dead and yellow weeds than new green weeds. It is not easy to clean up the dense weeds.
But Mo Zhenzhen is a cruel person. It was her first time to do this kind of thing, but she was able to do it with ease. The force of the small hoe was also fast and accurate. Once the hoe was struck, the weeds would be connected to the roots. Being dug up.
Mo Zhenzhen waved the small hoe and threw the weeds together.
Like a small tiller, she cleared a small area of land in no time.
Then she dug around and dug out some other things.
First it was a rusty sickle with a rotten wooden handle, then a hoe. At the base of the wall, she also found two stacks of dirty bowls and a pottery basin that seemed to be in good condition. .
There was something black and muddy at the bottom of the pottery basin, and there was also a knuckle-long incense mixed in the black mud.
Mo Zhenzhen reached out and picked out the incense stick, but the thing had already merged with the black mud and only retained a little bit of its shape. Therefore, as soon as Mo Zhenzhen picked it, the thing was wiped away.
There is something strange about these bowls and pottery pots. Although they are a bit stolen, they are not damaged. For a house with bare walls, they should not be left under an inconspicuous wall to collect mud, but should be used in the kitchen.
This is strange no matter how you look at it.
Mo Zhenzhen was confused but did not stop her work, thinking about it in her mind while weeding.
After removing the hay pile out of the yard and smoothing the potholes, Mo Zhenzhen looked at the damaged wall and prepared to find some yellow mud and throw some mud bricks to repair the wall.
Mo Zhenzhen was an activist. She didn't have a basket at home, so she could only grab her big basket and run to the river.
She had come back from the woods near the village before, and she had walked across the entire village without seeing anyone else. But this time when she went out with a basket, she saw a group of laughing children.
There were five or six of these children, led by a little girl wearing a bun.
The little girl held a paper pinwheel in her hand, and the paper pinwheel whirred as she ran.
