Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Their family does not have much land. Unlike other families, they can use straw as firewood. Most of the firewood in their family is dead branches picked up from the mountains. Limited use, is a precious item.

The weather is fine today. Wen Jingshu counted the bundles of firewood at home, and there are not many. The two of them used less, but they can still use it for half a month at most. In two days, he will go to a private school to teach. , not so much time.

Wen Jingshu thought about it, and the two of them decided to take the hatchet and pole and go up the mountain.

Yuanchen's father was a hunter, and he had been dealing with mountains all year round. Yuanchen did not go to the mountains less often, so he still had basic common sense.

Wen Jingshu asked Hua Zhirong to pick up dead branches, and some that had already fallen on the ground were fine.

There are so many trees on the mountain, and naturally many of them died or their branches were damaged due to various reasons. The two of them picked and chopped, and there was a bunch of them in a short while. Wen Jingshu found a vine, tied it up, and put it on the pole. side.

After cutting here, of course it is necessary to go deeper. Unknowingly, two bundles of branches have been hung on the shoulder pole on Wen Jingshu's shoulders, and the two of them walked deeper and deeper.

"Huh?" Hua Zhirong looked around suspiciously.

"What's the matter?" Wen Jingshu tied up a bundle of small ones, and looked up at Hua Zhirong.

"I seem to have been to this place before." Hua Zhirong said, staring at a thick tree not far away.

Such a big tree, even in this mountain, there are not many trees. If Hua Zhirong has really been here, it is not difficult to understand that he will remember it.

"Any other impressions?" Wen Jingshu asked him.

Hua Zhirong immediately shook his head, he felt that the tree was familiar, but still couldn't figure out the rest, he stared at the tree roots of the uncle, and then approached.

Bare and nothing.

Wen Jingshu also came over, frowning slightly.

Here, it was shoveled.

And the person who shovels this is most likely Comrade Hua Zhirong, who has grown the back of his head and has dropped his IQ.

It's just that this person can't remember anything now.

Wen Jingshu decided not to irritate him anymore, and he looked down along the shoveled area. The vegetation was lush, and it didn't look like someone slipped down from here.

That's right, if it really slipped down from here, it is estimated that half of my life will be confessed here.

Hua Zhirong, who was still alive and kicking, blinked at Wen Jingshu, with an innocent face, he looked at Wen Jingshu, and then at the bare place, he always felt that he had picked something away from that place, But he has no memory of what it is specifically, and he vaguely remembers that it is a very important thing.

If it's not important, I won't run to the mountains and break my brain.If Wen Jingshu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely complain like this.

"If you really can't remember it, don't force it." Wen Jingshu rubbed Hua Zhirong's head, Hua Zhirong touched his face, and finally nodded.

Wen Jingshu put a small bundle of firewood on his shoulder pole, and the two of them picked up some more and went back.

The firewood can't just be left like this, the mountains are still mostly damp and dark after all, the firewood looked dry on the outside, but it might still be wet inside, two people disassembled the firewood and spread it on the ground, the sun is so good today, tomorrow Another day in the sun is probably enough.

As soon as Hua Zhirong came down from the mountain, he immediately poured himself a large bowl of water. "Gulu Gulu" drank half of the bowl. He looked at the remaining half bowl and handed it to Wen Jingshu. Shu didn't care, and just drank it with his head raised.

"Still thirsty?" Hua Zhirong held a bowl and looked at him sincerely.

"No need." Wen Jingshu untied his hands, wiped the water on his face, and then wiped Hua Zhirong, as if he suddenly remembered something, "You go to the house and take out the medicine first, we will finish cooking in a while The rice will be fried."

Hua Zhirong paused for a moment, and turned his face away: "It's all right."

"Put your head here." Wen Jingshu pinched his wife's tender face, Hua Zhirong immediately puffed up, staring, watching him touch the back of his head, and came to a conclusion: " Go get your medicine."

"Oh." Hua Zhirong reached out and touched it himself. He suspected that the man was a quack doctor. After drinking so many side effects, the taste was so bitter. But it still hurts a lot, and I can only sleep in Jing Shu's arms in the middle of the night, although this is good, no, the point is not this, the point is that it is too bitter, but it has no curative effect.

But after spending so much money on it, Hua Zhirong, who has gradually learned how to support a family, took out today's medicine and put it on the table.

Wen Jingshu had already started to live and cook. When he saw the package of medicine, he suddenly clapped his hands: "Drink it later today."

He saw Hua Zhirong's bright eyes, and looked at him helplessly: "It's late, it's not that I don't want to drink."

"Oh." Hua Zhirong nodded uninterestedly, propped his chin and began to watch Wen Jingshu cook. He also wanted to help, after all his memory told him that no matter who it was, it was his wife who did it. There is no reason for a husband to be the chef, but Wen Jingshu disagrees with his life and death, and he just disagrees. In the end, he even said that he is cooking, and cooking is the most interesting thing in the world.

Hua Zhirong didn't quite understand his idea at first, what's so interesting about being smoked and in danger of being splashed with oil?

He suddenly felt that kind of fun watching it now, that is... Shu Shu's serious cooking looks very handsome!

"Shu Shu," Hua Zhirong walked to Wen Jingshu's side, and Wen Jingshu turned to look at him, "I seem to understand the fun of cooking."

Wen Jingshu: "..." I don't even understand, what do you understand?

"I want to try it too." Hua Zhirong looked at him seriously.

Wen Jing calmly grabbed the collar of his capture target: "Turn around."

Hua Zhirong turned around obediently.

Wen Jingshu loosened his collar and patted his buttocks: "Sit back, or you will take out the earthen pot to decoct medicine now."

Hua Zhirong immediately sat back to his original position at the speed of light, straightened his waist, put his hands together, watched his family Shushu cook, curled his lips, and actually threatened him, but, for some reason, he still felt very happy, Shu Shu couldn't bear him being too tired.Hua Zhirong held her little heart and felt sweet.

Wen Jingshu, who was the only hearth and only two iron pots at home, was purely afraid that Hua Zhirong would blow up the pea leaves in his hand, and then made lettuce and egg soup. Small prey, such as rabbits and pheasants, can be eaten once every three or four days, but now it is difficult.

It's not easy to even buy.

Wen Jingshu brought the food to the table, Hua Zhirong had already fallen asleep on the table, Wen Jingshu was not in a hurry to wake him up, picked him up, and sent him back to the bed first, he was really tired from chopping firewood , if he really didn't have time in the future, he didn't want Hua Zhirong to do such a tiring job.

Hua Zhirong slept soundly this time, and fell asleep until [-]:[-] in the afternoon. When he woke up, he was still in a daze. He couldn't wake up originally, he was just woken up by hunger.

"Are you awake?" Wen Jingshu was still reviewing the books beside him. Fortunately, he had learned all these things, otherwise he would really have a headache.

"Hmm..." Hua Zhirong rubbed against the quilt, refusing to move.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Jingshu touched his forehead, but fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

"Huh? Huh!" Hearing "hungry", Hua Zhirong's reaction became stronger. He struggled to get up a little bit, and finally sat up. He just sat there and yawned, his mind was filled with food.

"I'll get it for you..." Wen Jingshu looked around, "Why don't you get up."

There is no convenient tool for feeding on the bed here, Wen Jingshu only thought for two seconds before changing his mind.

Hua Zhirong was still struggling between "sleeping" and "eating", Wen Jingshu had already picked him up, Hua Zhirong subconsciously jumped twice, hugged Wen Jingshu back, and the drowsiness disappeared Halfway through, I suddenly became sober.

Wen Jingshu had already heated the dishes in the pot, and there was still unburned charcoal in the stove, keeping the residual temperature.

He lifted the lid of the pot, and a piece of water steamed up inside immediately. He took out the food and left the water in it.

"Hmm..." Hua Zhirong was already hungry, seeing the food and eating it with chopsticks, Wen Jingshu took out the pieces of charcoal and put them in the ashes under the stove.

Hua Zhirong was eating there, while Wen Jingshu continued to read.

"Jing Shu," Hua Zhirong looked at him while biting his chopsticks, "When are you going to the private school?"

Wen Jingshu calculated carefully: "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."

"Oh." Hua Zhirong nodded, and looked at the other books next to him. How would you play against the teacher of the private school?

Will there be children asking him questions?After Hua Zhirong finished his meal, he carried it to wash himself.

He made an agreement with Wen Jingshu that since Wen Jingshu was going to cook, he would wash the dishes. In the beginning, he fell twice, but now he is very stable.

After washing the dishes, Wen Jingshu looked up at him: "Are you still sleepy? Do you want to sleep again?"

Hua Zhirong raised his face, what kind of image has become of him in Shu Shu's mind!

"Don't sleep anymore." He said firmly.

"That's good. If you sleep at night, you won't be able to sleep." Wen Jingshu heaved a sigh of relief, Hua Zhirong blinked, sat next to him, picked up another book, and began to read.

"If you feel bored, I still have some scripts in my room, do you want to read them?" How can a boy of this age be without curiosity, and the original body is no exception. , Relying on the fact that my parents can't understand it, I occasionally read it.

"Don't look." Hua Zhirong shook his head, he wanted to be a qualified deputy who could answer the questions of the little radishheads in minutes, and it would be best if Wen Jingshu could impress him.

Hua Zhirong nodded in her heart, and continued to look through.

Wen Jingshu ignored him, turned his head after a while, and sure enough, the guy had fallen asleep with his head tilted on the back of the chair.

"Don't be unable to sleep at night." Wen Jingshu sighed, and carried him back to the bed resignedly, Hua Zhirong smacked his lips with a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had a sweet dream.

The author has something to say: Hua Zhirong: ...why do I feel like a fool?

Author: It's not like, it's just ah (tea)

Hua Zhirong: (╬◣ω◢) Shu Shu beat her!