Ling Muer took out the fish basket from the back basket, and then went to the kitchen to find a wooden barrel. Hearing Tang's words, she replied without turning her head: "No need. I'll be fine by myself."

Tang's heard Ling Muer go out. She shook her head from behind and said, "I don't know who this child is following. He has a hot temper and doesn't like oil and salt. He hasn't told me what he's busy with yet!"

Ling Muer carried the wooden barrel and the fish basket to the river in Yangjia Village.

The river in Yangjia Village is very big, and I don't know where it leads. If there is such a river in Lingjia Village, Ling Muer must make good use of it. It's a pity that Lingjia Village doesn't have such a river, so she can only come to Tangjia Village to borrow the wind.

"Ugly, what are you doing here? You are not from Yangjia Village, why are you fishing in my Yangjia Village?" A boy about ten years old jumped down from a tree and shouted at Ling Muer.

Seeing this child, Ling Muer frowned.

Although this river is naturally raised, it has nothing to do with Yangjiacun. However, the ancients valued territorial rights the most, and took their own things very seriously. If this little brat told the other villagers about the fish she caught, everyone in the Yang Village would probably not agree, and Tang would be in the middle of it.

On this point, she was a little negligent.

"What's your name?" Ling Muer looked at the child and said, "Do you want to learn how to catch fish? I'll give you half of the fish I caught."

That child is called Hanzi, and he looks simple and honest. It's just that those monkey-like eyes turn round and round, looking so flexible. Those who pay attention to appearance will be deceived by him. In fact, this is simply a monkey essence.

"My grandfather is Lizheng here. If you want to eat fish, most people will bring it to my door. I won't foolishly catch fish and make myself so cold." Hanzi said disdainfully.

"Your grandfather is Lizheng, but you are not Lizheng. The fish that others give to your grandfather is not yours. What you get for yourself is yours. You are so old, you will not still eat the food given by your grandfather Right? That’s really pitiful. Although I’m a few years older than you, I’ve been working to earn what I eat since I was five years old. I also take care of my younger brother, helping out in the fields and at home.” Ling Muer said to He gave the little boy a sarcasm. "You are still a mother and a baby at such an age, how pitiful! You can't be a fool! So you can't do anything?"

Hanzi glared at Ling Muer, his face flushed red.

Although this child is not raised as delicately as the children from rich families in the city, but he is wearing a cotton padded jacket and his skin is well-maintained. It seems that the family pampered him.

Ling Muer had a good impression of Lizheng in Tangjia Village. She didn't expect Lizheng's grandson to be such a hairy kid. However, as the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Li Zheng has a good character. Although his grandson is naughty, he has clear eyes, so he is not a villainous person. With a little guidance, she will definitely be able to make this child docile.

"What is Mother Treasure and Ye Treasure?" When Ling Mu'er said this, Hanzi couldn't keep his face. He held back for a long time before saying such a sentence.

Ling Muer couldn't help laughing in her heart, but her face was very serious. She said lightly: "It's...the baby of my mother and grandpa. Everything is decided by my mother and grandpa, and I have no own opinion."

"I'm not mother and father. I can do my own thing. Isn't it just fishing? I can do it too." Hanzi was furious when he heard it. "Let's bet I'll make more money than you."

"Well...you can't go into the water to fish, you can only use my fish basket to catch fish. If you go into the water, you will freeze yourself out of illness and rely on me, am I wronged?" Ling Muer used a Said with an expression of 'I see through your scheming'.

Although Hanzi is a little clever, he is just a child after all. Ling Muer hit him casually, and he was fooled.

"Okay. I'll listen to you." Hanzi picked up Ling Muer's fish basket, found a shallow place, and started working.

Ling Muer prepared three fish baskets to prevent things from being washed away by the water. Now that Hanzi took one away, she took out the second one from the space. It's just that the wooden barrel has only prepared one, and now that the fool has taken it away, she can only prepare the others.

Hmm...how about putting it directly into the space? Anyway, she was just trying to provoke the idiot, not really to suppress him. At that time, I will pretend that I haven't caught a single fish. Even if that kid wants to sue, he will have to sue.

Having made up her mind, Ling Muer started to work. She stayed away from Hanzi's position, knelt down to break a piece of ice, and then started fishing.

Now the weather is getting warmer, but the ice has not yet unsealed. It's better that way, just knock a small hole, and the fish will jump up, so you can catch more fish.

Hush! When the ice was unsealed, fresh fish jumped out one by one.

Ling Mu'er had sharp eyes and quick hands, and caught the fish at an extremely fast speed, and then put them into the space.

This went on for half an hour, Ling Muer saw that no fish came over, and planned to change positions. She stood up and looked at Hanzi not far away. I saw that he was so busy that he was sweating profusely, but the fish still slipped away from his hands. She walked over, looked at the half-barrel fish, and pretended to be surprised: "Have you caught so many? How did I catch three?"

Ling Muer stringed three big fish on a wooden stick.

Hanzi was secretly proud when he heard that Ling Muer only caught three. Looking up, those three added up to more than his dozens. His little face darkened, and his eyes became firmer. He said unconvinced: "I still don't believe it. It's just fishing, how can it be difficult for me? Today I have to fish the bucket full and go back."

"Then fish slowly! If you can't lift it, go home and tell the adults to help you lift it back. I won't say hello to you when I'm going home later." Ling Muer said.

When Hanzi heard that she was leaving, he proudly said: "You are not afraid, are you? Since you are afraid, let's go! The young master will not care about you."

Ling Mu'er laughed mockingly: "You don't even have full hair, so you dare to call yourself a young master. A brat, it's really not annoying."

Leaving that position, Ling Muer changed to another place. This time there was no interruption from the fool, she quickly entered the mood and moved the fish in the river to a new home.

such a pity! She can't go into the space to see now. Would love to see how her private pond is doing.

Seeing noon, Ling Muer quit work and was going to take care of Tang shi. Yang Daniu and Yang Xiaohu are not here, it is very dangerous for Tang to go to the latrine.

I got so much fish today, I will eat fish at noon. Tang's body is weak, and he is about to make up for it. Boil a fish soup first, then cook a kimchi fish.

"Grandma, I'm back." Ling Muer shouted into the room.

"Mu'er is back! It's too cold! You girl, what can't you do after your uncle comes back?" Tang replied inside.

Ling Muer put the fish in the kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he frowned when he saw the black pot and the smelly gutter.

There is no woman in the family who can clean up the room, and there is no way to look in the room. Those household utensils have reached a new level of dirtiness, making people unable to eat just looking at them.

It wasn't as serious as last time. It seems that uncle is very busy recently, so he doesn't have time to clean up the room. Tang's eyes are blind, and being able to take care of himself is already helping them share the burden.

Tang shi heard Ling Muer busy in the kitchen next door, a smile appeared on her face. She whispered: "Although my daughter's family is not rich, but the husband and wife are loving and the children are filial, which is not bad."

She repeated these words again and again, as if the only way to alleviate the guilt in her heart.

Back then, Yang was a flower in the village, so many young men were waiting for her to grow up. But before she reached the age of engagement, she cruelly sent her away. Later, those girls who were not as beautiful as her, as clever as her, and as hardworking as her married better than the other, but she lived a life not as good as a pig or a dog in other people's homes. Why isn't she uncomfortable? When she dreamed back at midnight, her eyes were almost blinded from crying.

She was widowed when she was young, and raised her two children by herself. She's just a woman, and she just can't take it anymore. Rather than let the child starve to death, it is better to let someone else raise her.

"Grandmother, do uncle and Xiaohu want to eat at the house where they got married? Do I need to cook their food?" Ling Muer shouted in the direction of the lobby.

"There's no need to cook, they eat at that house. They were supposed to bring me something to eat, but now that you're here, we, the grandparents and grandchildren, can eat whatever we want!" Tang replied.

"That's fine." Ling Mu'er heard that Yang Daniu and Yang Xiaohu were not coming back, so she prepared coarse food for the two of them. Leave a portion of fish soup and pickled fish for them.

The sauerkraut was cooked when Mrs. Yang returned to her natal family. Yang Daniu is a man who can't cook. Usually, what I cook for my mother and children is barely edible. Although it can't be said to be poisonous, it is still unpalatable. Knowing her elder brother's abilities, Mrs. Yang bought the roughest salt for dozens of pennies when their family had a lot of vegetables, and then pickled the vegetables for them.

Ling Muer looked at their vegetable jars. There was only a little kimchi left in total. She used it to cook fish today, so she won't have kimchi in the future. However, when she earns money, she will also take care of her uncle's family, so they don't need to eat kimchi every day.

"It smells so good." Tang shi smelled the fragrance and walked in by touching the wall. She groped around, looking for Ling Mu'er. "Girl, what are you cooking for? Grandma's saliva is about to flow out."

While cooking the fish, Ling Muer said, "I caught a lot of fish in the river just now, and now I'm cooking pickled fish. Grandma, I didn't tell you that I used up all the pickled vegetables at home."

"Use up as much as you can! In fact, there are not many left. Wait until next year's vegetables are ready to eat, and then soak them in." Tang didn't care.

What else does she not know about her family's wealth? I'm afraid there is only a little kimchi left in the mouth of a small bowl, what effect can it do?

"Grandmother, you sit here." Ling Muer placed a stool for Tang, and told him to sit down and rest. "It's too cold, next time I'll get you a stove to warm your hands."

"That thing is very expensive, a small stove costs ten cents, I don't want it." Tang frowned, shook his head and refused.

What Tang is talking about is a small hand stove used by farmers. Not to mention the rough workmanship, it is not for burning charcoal, but for putting red-hot wood in it and holding it in your hand to warm your hands.