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Seeing how the villagers were enthusiastically discussing about going to the Matsuyama, the village chief started to worry. He once again pressed his hands together and waited for everyone to quiet down before saying: "I hope that the things Xiao Ling had said just now were to enter the heart of the villagers. We cannot be greedy, we cannot go deep into the mountains. He was truly afraid that the villagers would be greedy. If they were lucky enough to enter the depths of the mountains, then that would be incredible.

The villagers all loudly said that they had heard it clearly. As for whether or not they had heard it, only they themselves knew.

The village head sighed and waved for everyone to disperse.

Li Qingling and Liu Zhimo returned to the Liu Family household in silence. As soon as they entered the house, Liu Zhimo asked her, "Are we still going to hunt?" According to his thinking, they would not go, he just wanted to hear what Li Qingling had to say.

"Not going." Li Qingling firmly shook her head, "When the villagers find out about this news, they will definitely rush to the Matsuyama like a swarm of bees. We won't be going to watch the show, we'll just stay at home and serve the fields!" She was unwilling to go with so many people to the Matsuyama. If something were to happen and she said that she was the one who brought them there, wouldn't she feel wronged?

She would not do such a thankless task.

Hearing that, Liu Zhimo heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded his head in relief: "I have the same thoughts as you, then we will stay at home and serve the fields!" If she didn't go, he would be relieved.

Li Qingling looked at him and laughed, then told him to go to the kitchen to get a bowl of milk, while she went to milk the sheep.

Last night, it was too late. She didn't squeeze in the milk, only letting her sister drink a little bit of rice soup. She was so hungry that she cried in the middle of the night. It made her heart ache.

Liu Zhimo acknowledged, then went to the kitchen to get a basin, and walked towards the backyard.

When Li Qingfeng and Liu Zhiyan heard this, they looked at each other, then placed down their brushes. Yue Shuang immediately ran to the backyard.

Seeing that they had also come, Liu Zhimo glanced at them and asked, "Have you guys finished writing?" Seeing such a lively atmosphere, he decided that he had no choice but to continue to hone his character.

The two kids didn't know that in the future, they would be able to live through all of this. At this moment, they were happily fooling around, "We didn't see any sheep's milk. We want to read it and then write." How could they miss such a novelty?

"Mm, add another five!" Liu Zhimo faintly said, and immediately caused the two children to wail.

Liu Zhiyan knew the terror of his big brother, so he did not dare open his mouth to beg for mercy.

It was already very tragic for them to finish writing ten large words. If they added five more, what would happen?

Li Qingfeng swallowed his saliva. He was also very afraid of Zhi Moge, don't look at how gentle Zhi Moge was. After getting along with him, they would know how scary he was.

He was already worried about his sister's future.

"Um …" Zhi Moge, Big Sister said that we need to work together. We should relax a little, it's good for us. " Li Qingfeng looked at Liu Zhimo with a fawning look, then looked at Li Qingling who was squatting at the side and was about to milk the sheep milk, and asked her for help. "Elder sister, do you think so?"

His sister was so nice, she would definitely help him, but he was wrong this time. His sister didn't help him.

"I don't understand, just listen to Zhi Moge!" Li Qingling faintly said. Of course she could tell what the two children were thinking, but she respected what Liu Zhimo had done.

What would the child teach if she was standing aside while he was educating her?

"Elder sister?" Li Qingfeng cried out in grief. Her sister was too cruel this time, not helping him at all.

"En, I can hear it. No need to shout so loudly, my ears are very good!" Li Qingling smiled as she looked at Li Qingfeng, and said indifferently: "Stop quarreling, I'm going to start milking now. If you want to drink goat's milk, then be obedient."

Since his sister had already said so, what else could he say? Li Qingfeng pouted, the hand behind his back pulling at Liu Zhiyan's clothes, indicating that he was powerless.

Liu Zhiyan shrugged his shoulders, then he became even more powerless. If he dared to make a sound, his big brother would be even stricter towards them. For the sake of his little life, he had to obediently shut his mouth!

Liu Zhimo was in a very good mood. He looked at the two children with a smile that was not a smile, and his gentle eyes turned to Li Qingling, asking if she needed any help.

Li Qingling shook her head, she could do it herself, milking was not that easy, it required skills too. People who could not milk would definitely be kicked, if not for the fact that she squeezed through a lot in her previous life.

"It's out, there's really milk!" When Li Qingfeng saw that Li Qingling had squeezed out the goat's milk, he shouted excitedly. His previous dejected mood was completely thrown to the back of his head, "But it smells weird, can I drink it?"

"It's the smell of sheep." Liu Zhiyan excitedly squatted down. It was the first time he saw a person milking a cow, so he was a little excited in his heart, "I don't dare to drink it. It smells really bad." In his heart, he felt pity for Ning Ning as he wanted to drink such a bad drink of goat's milk.

Li Qingling squeezed the goat's milk as she replied them, "After I cook it, you will know whether it is delicious or not. I guarantee that after you drink it once, you will want to drink it a second time." Goat's milk was a good thing. If one drank it often, then it would be good for the body. The kids at home were all small and thin, and had to drink a bowl every day in order to grow taller.

"I believe in my sister." Elder sister can make the food so delicious, she must also make this goat's milk very delicious.

Li Qingfeng started to blindly worship Li Qingling.

Li Qingling laughed, she did not utter a word, and continued to squeeze her milk, Liu Zhimo saw that her forehead was covered in perspiration, and said: "You can teach me how to squeeze her milk, right? If you're not at home, I can squeeze. "

Li Qingling turned her head to look at him, thought for a moment, then nodded. She gave him the position to squat down and let him take her original position, while she stood at the side to instruct him on how to use her strength.

He tried several times before he found the trick and managed to squeeze the milk out.

It was only after trying that he realized that milking sheep's milk was also very strenuous.

"I want to give it a try too..." Liu Zhiyan looked at it for a moment, then spoke up.

Li Qingfeng was also unwilling to give it a try, so he followed suit and said that he would give it a try as well.

At this time, Liu Zhirou, who was carrying a chicken nest on her head and walking with her short legs, walked into the backyard and spoke in a childish voice, "Sister … "My sister is crying, crying …"

When he heard his sister crying, Li Qingfeng immediately stood up and ran inside the house.

Liu Zhiyan quickly carried Liu Zhirou who was not wearing any of these shoes, "Second brother will carry you back to your room and put on your shoes!"

"Baa, baa..." Liu Zhirou hugged Liu Zhiyan's neck, his pinky pointing at the sheep as he continuously bleated, unwilling to leave.

"Just wait and see, okay?" Liu Zhiyan coaxed her and carried her back.

Li Qingling was afraid that her sister would be too hungry. Seeing that there was already a pot left, she decided to stop Liu Zhimo from squeezing them and picked them up.

Back in the kitchen, she washed her hands. She didn't care about the smell of the sheep. She quickly washed the pot and poured the milk down.

Liu Zhimo sat on the chair and lit up the fire.

"Zhi Moge, do you have any tea leaves in your house?" Tea can go to the sheep.

"There is …" His parents were all people who loved to drink tea. There were some tea leaves waiting for them in the house. Since their deaths, the tea leaves had not been touched and were still there.

Li Qingling covered the pot with the lid, "Bring me some tea leaves then." She also had tea at home, but she couldn't be bothered to run home and get it.

Liu Zhimo answered and stood up. He then went to the room his parents used to live in and brought over a jar of tea leaves, "There aren't many tea leaves left in the house. Are these enough?"

"Enough." Li Qingling accepted the tea and took out two small handfuls of tea leaves. After washing them with water, she placed them on the clean cloth she had washed and tied the cloth around them. She then opened the lid of the pot and placed the cloth containing the tea leaves down.

Liu Zhimo was confused, why did she put the tea leaves down?

"To the smell of sheep's milk." As she talked about the smell of the sheep, Li Qingling took a whiff of his own hand and smelled the smell. Involuntarily, she frowned, and took a few more tea leaves and placed them in a basin. Pouring some hot water to cool it down, she felt that the temperature was just right, and then placed his hand down, "Zhi Moge, don't you feel that the smell on your hand is extremely bad? Come and soak in it for a bit! "

Liu Zhimo added a few more large logs of firewood and after making sure that the fire was not extinguished, he walked over to Li Qingling's side, lowered his head and saw her somewhat rough hands.

He pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves, and lowered his hand.

Inside the basin, there was a white and a black pair of hands. Li Qingling was speechless watching this, wasn't Liu Zhimo's skin really too good? It made her jealous.

"Your hands are so beautiful." He was well-proportioned and slender.

"..." She teased him again? Liu Zhimo stared at the top of her head for a moment, "My mother has left some snow cream that she hasn't used, I'll pass it to you later." If she used it, her hands would also look good.

Hearing this, Li Qingling burst out in laughter. She raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Do you find my hand ugly? Black and rough. " She even moved her fingers mischievously.

She felt that after using the spiritual water, her hand was slightly better than before, and even rougher.

He shook his head and explained, "No, you have an old scar on your hand. It would be good if you use snowflake paste." In any case, he saw that his mother often used it.

Li Qingling placed her hand back into the water basin, rejecting his good intentions, "That's what your mother left for me, you can continue to stay and think about it. If I want to use it, I'll just buy it in the town next time."

He looked at her and grunted.

"Big sister, are you done yet? Your little sister is starving." Li Qingfeng carried his little sister who had stopped crying and ran over, but when he saw the two people standing together with their hands together, his footsteps paused for a moment, and he laughed, "I … I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything. "

With that, he carried his sister and ran off, leaving the two of them looking at each other in dismay.