The colorful pheasants fled in all directions. Feng Qing had no skills and only had time to kill three of them, while the others disappeared.
Song Liuhua was still there, so he didn't dare to go far and returned carrying three colorful pheasants.
Song Liuhua was not disappointed when she saw this, and proudly showed the big basket behind her, "It's almost full."
A basket of oval-shaped white eggs was piled up in a brown bamboo basket that was half a person tall. Feng Qing's eyes were unusually dull.
After a moment of silence, he handed over the three colorful pheasants in his hand.
Song Liuhua waved her hand and loaded it into the space. This space is not suitable for storing goods, but it is good for storing food, but it is a pity that it does not keep freshness. "How many did you find?"
Feng Qing tilted his basket to show her. On the bottom of the basket, which was covered with hay, a dozen or so colorful wild eggs rolled around.
Song Liuhua: Okay, she is so wise, it is normal for Feng Qing not to be able to compare with her.
Feng Qing: Only silence can make him less embarrassed.
Song Liuhua tasted the sweetness and searched harder and harder.
After a busy morning, I plowed the entire field and harvested three large baskets of colorful wild eggs.
During this period, they found another piece of wild celery and cut a dozen baskets of it.
However, she didn't see even a single straw of the wild spiritual rice she was looking for.
Chef Feng Yin is a slightly fat middle-aged uncle. He has several low-level martial arts masters under him and is in charge of the food of Feng Ci's team. When I saw the colorful wild eggs she brought out, I was stunned for a moment, and then I wanted to spin them around with my spoon.
He rubbed his hands and looked at Song Liuhua with a slight twist, "Madam, can you sell me some of these colorful wild eggs? My wife has been in poor health since she gave birth to a child the year before last. I want to buy fifty. No, only thirty." One to replenish her body."
Song Liuhua looked at his expectant eyes and readily agreed.
"Okay, you can take thirty back."
She and Feng Qing found a total of 1,780 colorful wild eggs in the morning, filling three baskets. "The rest will be distributed to the spiritual masters in the team after they return, and each person will receive some." , the weapon refiner and the pharmacist can receive more, and you will be responsible for the specific distribution."
"Hey." Feng Yin said, including several helpers, his eyes bright.
It’s like saying nice words for free, one sentence after another.
The corners of Song Liuhua's mouth were slightly curved. After all, she was still an employee under her. Giving her some benefits within her ability would be worthy of the respect these people had for her.
She could see that except for a few of the people under Feng Ci who were not convinced by her, most of them respected her. In this case, she would not give them a taste of the good things when she got them.
At noon, Feng Ci did not come back. Feng Yin made her roasted venison, spicy rabbit, stir-fried wild celery, cold gray vegetables, and colorful wild egg drop soup for her.
Feng Yin's craftsmanship is good, and the dishes he makes are full of flavor and flavor. Song Liuhua had been working all morning, and she was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and she had almost finished most of the food.
No wonder it costs money to feed a person. She used to be in poor health and had a small appetite, but now her body is well maintained and she eats more.
Song Liuhua sighed.
After taking a nap and refining two batches of medicine in the refining room in the afternoon, Pineapple and Fengsu had given up on saving her. Song Liuhua went to the wild and mud out of boredom.
Pour some water on the fresh soil and knead it into a fine shape like dough.
When people passing by saw her like this, they were envious and jealous.
I couldn't help but make sour remarks.
After Xie Huaisheng rose to the third level, he gathered people to form a small mercenary group. His sister Xie Huaisheng and his wife Miss Wang San were also there. Xie Liu has been stationed at the mercenary base these days, along with his family members who are in the mercenary team. I was digging wild vegetables on another hilltop. Yesterday the distance between the two parties became closer. Now I am digging wild vegetables to this side.
Seeing Song Liuhua playing in the mud, the humiliation from the last time she went to the Song family to break off the engagement came to her mind, and she couldn't help but said harshly: "Hey, the girl from the Song family has indeed become a member of Gao Zhi'er. Before she got married, she even knew how to dig wild vegetables to provide subsidies. To make up for the family expenses, it’s different when you get married, it’s like playing in the mud.”
"If I were Fourth Young Master Feng, I would make peace with a prodigal woman like you sooner or later."
Song Liuhua was concentrating on rubbing the mud when she was suddenly interrupted by a sharp and mean voice. Looking up, Xie Liu's rough hands were carrying a basket of wild vegetables, with old and young vegetables mixed in randomly.
Looking at her with contempt in a condescending manner.
Song Liuhua glanced at her and said, "Crazy, do you, an outsider from Waibalu, have to take care of our family's affairs? If you eat too much salt and get salty, quickly let your wife give birth to a grandson and go home to lick the grandson's ass."
After saying that, Song Liuhua turned around and changed the direction, facing her with the back of her head.
Mrs. Xie Liu was so angry that she jumped up and down. Since this was the territory of the Feng family, many people were watching and stamped their feet angrily and ran away.
Song Liuhua rolled her eyes and continued to rub the mud in her hands.
Some people are just mean.
A big lump of mud is moist but not wet, sticky but not sticky. It is very suitable for holding small tea sets and small dishes.
Song Liuhua pulled out a small lump from the big lump of mud, kneaded and shaped it, her white and tender fingers flew dexterously, and soon, a small clay bowl as big as a palm appeared in her hand.
Song Liuhua followed the same method and kneaded it for a whole afternoon, making a total of ten small bowls.
After doing this, the sun slowly set.
The hunting teams from various major families came back one after another. The spacious security base instantly became lively, and the smell of food came out of the kitchens of each family.
Song Liuhua stood on the flying boat and watched for a long time before finally seeing the Feng family's team. Feng Ci walked in the front, with Feng Shan on the left and her eldest brother Song Yuan on the right. They were smiling and talking to him. Feng Ci had a gentle face and nodded from time to time.
I gained a lot today, hunting a second-level silver-striped deer, a third-level flaming ox, and a first-level black rock pig. The martial arts masters skillfully cut the flesh of exotic beasts.
Feng Ci and Song Yuan stepped onto the flying boat one after another.
It was only the third month of the warm season. Seeing that their bodies were in a mess and their hair was wet with sweat, Song Liuhua hurriedly pushed the two of them into the room and asked someone to bring hot water.
The sound of water dripping inside the house.
Song Liuhua was lying on the railing of the flying boat deck, watching the various major families busy.
The Qin family flew a boat next door, and Qin Ye walked out of the room.
The two people's eyes met, and Song Lihua quickly changed her angle to look at the sky, pretending not to see it.
Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and got off the flying boat.
"What's in the sky?"
Feng Ci's voice suddenly appeared in her ears. Song Liuhua was startled and patted her chest.
Turning his head, Feng Ci stood behind him. He had changed into a pair of moon-white uniforms. On his clear and handsome face, he had a pair of glass-like eyes with a smile, and he tilted his head to look at her. Song Liuhua clenched her fist and punched him, and said angrily: "You walk without making any sound?"
Feng Ci smiled lowly, grabbed his wife's little fist, and pulled her into his arms.
"Scared you? It's my fault."
The deep and mellow laughter rang in her ears, and the man's warm breath spread all over her ears. Song Lihua came out of his arms uncomfortably, looked away, and snorted, "I forgive you."
Song Yuan came out of the next room, grinned when he saw it, and walked away.
The evening breeze on the deck was slightly chilly, and Feng Ci was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took her back to the house to put on more clothes.
