Fast Travel: The cannon fodder heroine became a god by engaging in the merit system

"Hey, you say this as if you saw it with your own eyes. To be honest, did you go to the corner of the wall?"

"What kind of corner do you need to lie on? Do you still need to lie on the corner?
We heard the movement of the couple clearly before we got up, the begging for mercy, tsk tsk tsk.

Who would have thought that such a vicious person outside could make that sound, it's miserable. "

As the man spoke, he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"Man, what nonsense are you talking about? Seeing that you can't hold back a good fart, you can spread rumors all day long.

Be careful, I will let Sun Er settle accounts with you. "

"Yo Yo Yo, you still come to settle accounts with me, just that cowardly boy, I lend him ten guts, does he dare to set foot on my door?

If he dares to come, I will let him know why the flowers are so red? "

"Ha ha ha ha."

Boss Lai's sloppy words immediately caused the audience to burst into laughter, and Ma Chunfang became even more angry, pointing at the boss but unable to say a complete sentence.

"you you……"

"You, you, what are you, why don't you let people talk about marrying a wimp?"

Ma Chunfang was still bickering, but the object of the bickering had changed from Chen Zhuzi and Qiao Yuan to a scorpion.

Qiao Yuan and the others were happy and quiet.

After Chen Zhuzi helped Qiao Yuan prepare a meal, the two went home happily, unaffected by the quarrel just now.

Chen Zhuzi quarreled a lot because of this kind of fight, and she seemed to despise her, so he won, so there was no need to take it to heart.

But Qiao Yuan didn't take Ma Chunfang seriously, so it didn't matter what she said.

In a blink of an eye, Qiao Yuan has been in this village for more than a month.

Over the past month or so, she has made many friends and lived a very fulfilling life.

Not to mention those people who came to her for help, even the little thing she brought was enough for her to keep busy.

And those who asked her for help were either helping to bring this little thing or that little thing.

Some Qiao Yuan has it, and some Qiao Yuan does not.

She gave some directly, and others depended on the situation. If she also needs it, then help her to do it together.

So this month, Qiao Yuan also went to the legendary black market for a few rounds and got a lot of tickets.

Qiao Yuan looked at the tickets that were about to expire, bought them all and put them in his farm.

If there are still tickets that have not expired for a long time, she will save them first, and if anyone needs them at that time, she will exchange them for her.

Not to mention, just relying on this trick, Qiao Yuan's popularity in the village suddenly increased a lot. Wherever she went, she was greeted warmly.

Relying on her own efforts, Qiao Yuan led the bully to lead a comfortable life in the village.

Of course, this should be ignored. If Qiao Yuan still had to wash her diapers, then it would be really comfortable.

Qiao Yuan has no experience in raising children at all, and everything is entirely based on her own imagination.

In her mind, if she had a child, how would she raise her, how would she teach her, and how would she handle some of her affairs well, so she did so.

For example, she will think about shitting and peeing, and what does her moaning mean.

So she acted according to her own imagination, what she imagined would do, then she would do what she did in reality.

I have to say that Qiao Yuan is quite talented in cooperating with the videos she watched while studying, and then adding her own understanding and perception.

The child was so dragged that he was able to talk to her, even though he was speaking baby language, babbling, wooing, blah, blah.

But that's okay, at least the kid is alive.

During the days, Qiao Yuan mingled with the people around him and quietly spent the traditional festival, the Spring Festival, while taking care of the children.

It's spring, the season for planting.

There is nothing to say about this Spring Festival, there is no sense of the year and excitement at all, as usual, at most, it is just an extra dish for you.

It's not like cooking in your own home. No matter how poor you are, you have to cook something good to be considered a New Year's flavor.

Each family makes different ones. The kids are talking outside about what delicious food they made at home, and what delicious food our family made, and then exchange and share with each other, which is really lively.

But now it's all eating from one pot, and there's nothing to share.

And that thing is not a good thing, it is porridge that is thicker than usual, and there are some wild vegetables that are picked and dried in spring, summer, and autumn in free time.

Just eat it after boiling it in water, without even oil and salt.

So the taste of the new year can be imagined. Many people in the village are sighing. No matter how poor their family was last year, they also spent money to buy some meat and fried some meatballs for the children to satisfy their cravings.

But this year, for some reason, the pig I raised was almost not enough to turn in the task, so I had to ask them to post a little more.

This year's life feels more nourishing than last year's. In the end, it seems that my life is not as good as last year's.

Everyone is puzzled, but life has to go on.

Before the spring planting, some farmers of the older generation were lamenting why there was less rain this year than in previous years.

And what is missing is not 01:30. In the early years, before the spring planting, there should be a rain to moisten the ground thoroughly, so that the crops planted will be good.

But this year, not to mention the heavy rain, there have been a few drizzles to moisten the surface of the land, and the deeper layers will disappear.

The soil dug up with a hoe, when the wind blows, can make people squint their eyes.

After doing it like this, it doesn't look like it's eating rainwater.

There was no way, the captain gave an order, and all the strong laborers picked up buckets and went to the river.

The water was brought up one by one, and artificial rainfall was used, so that the spring seeds were barely planted.

I only hope that the rain in the future will be better, but the wish is only a wish after all.

Not a single drop of rain has fallen since. In order to have a good harvest, this time not only all the strong laborers, but even the women have picked up buckets.

But they drained all the water in the river, and it still can't change the fact that they have been busy for nothing this year.

Looking at the malnourished crops and the dry river, many people of the older generation shed tears, saying that God would not give them a way to survive.

While begging God, they rolled up their sleeves and brought water from farther away.

In August of that year, some time before the autumn harvest, the canteen announced its disbandment and returned to the days of self-fire.

Many people are still very happy, especially those who manage their families well. They have long been displeased with the random waste of food in the canteen.

When he returned to the time when his family could control the food, he could cook as much as he ate, and each meal was on time and according to the amount.

At the end of the year, although the family did not say how rich they were, at least they had some leftovers.

In this way, it can be exchanged for some meat, satisfying the cravings of our children, and replenishing the bodies of men who have been tired for a year.

Therefore, everyone is looking forward to this disbanded cafeteria.