Yang Jiabo was carrying a small basket specially made by his grandfather for the children and holding a small hoe in his hand. He couldn't act alone, he could only follow the large army. After arriving at the destination, everything would be fine as long as he could go into the mountains.
They walked and stopped all the way, climbed over two hills, and stopped when they came to a slightly flat grassland. Yang Jiabo felt like he was already a dead dog, so he just lay down on the grass, and couldn't help thinking that life was so difficult that it would be better to die.
"A squeamish kid like you can't even walk such a short distance." The third cousin Zhou Lingling sneered.
"Jiajia, you can ride a horse when we go back later." Yang Jiabo looked so fair and tender that his second cousin Li Wen was worried that he would be exhausted. As soon as he said these words, a group of naughty children immediately exploded and made noise around him.
"I want to ride, I want to ride. He is so delicate and doesn't know how to ride a horse, what if he falls down from the horse later."
"That's right, a delicate person like him will definitely not dare to ride a horse."
Yang Jiabo rolled his eyes and looked at the horse that was much taller than him. The most important thing was that the horse didn't look very clean. He decisively decided to walk, which had nothing to do with squeamishness.
"There's nothing wrong with squeamish people riding horse. You guys can ride if you want, but don't drag me along. I can just walk and get some exercise." The stubborn Yang Jiabo tried his best to show his disdain.
"If you don't dare to ride, then say you don't dare to ride. What are you acting stupid for? "Zhou Lingling's sarcasm mode was fully activated.
Yang Jiabo felt that this third cousin was born to be incompatible with him, she never liked him. He felt that it was just pure jealousy. His third cousin was narrow-minded and couldn't stand seeing him do well.
"Okay, stop arguing, I'll take you to hunt birds." Li Wen couldn't bear the noise and directed their attention elsewhere. A group of little kids followed him into the woods.
Li Wen walked at front for a while and felt that someone was missing. He turned around and saw Yang Jiabo still lying on the ground like a dead dog. He couldn't help but ask: "Jiajia, aren't you going?"
"No, you go ahead. Anyway, I won't miss anything to eat." Yang Jiabo waved his hand feebly.
"Second cousin, let's leave quickly. Don't worry about this squeamish person." Zhou Lingling pulled Li Wen and rolled her eyes at Yang Jiabo.
Yang Jiabo was too lazy to pay attention to her. He lay there for a while and resurrected with full health. Under the charm of money, he entered the woods from the other side with a small basket on his back.
The memory of running around the mountains carefreely at grandma's house was something that Yang Jiabo treasured deep in his memory and couldn't forget. So he quickly found a large honeysuckle plant, squinted his eyes and picked it happily.
At this time, the simple mountain people hadn't made full use of the resources in the mountains, and most of them just got some when they needed it. Therefore, medicinal plants in the mountains could be found almost everywhere. Although they were not precious medicinal herbs, many little things added up to something great. Because he was afraid that his cousin would be worried, Yang Jiabo didn't dare to run far, so he filled his little basket and went back.
The old cow was leisurely eating grass. His second cousin and the others hadn't come back yet, so Yang Jiabo found a comfortable spot to continue becoming a dead dog, and then he fell asleep unknowingly. He was woken up by a loud noise. The children who had gone bird hunting returned with a full load and were extremely excited.
Li Wen assigned them tasks, some to dig holes, some to collect firewood, in preparation for roasting their prey. A group of children were busy and happy. They had no worries at that moment and were really happy and blessed. But someone broke it all."
"Why are you still sleeping, you squeamish kid? You didn't contribute, so I can't share the food with you."
As soon as Yang Jiabo heard this voice, he knew it was Zhou Lingling. He wiped his face, thinking that there was no end. "What does it matter to you whether I sleep or not? Are you my father or my mother? Are you full and have nothing to do? My second cousin didn’t say anything, so who do you think you are? "
A group of children didn't expect that the soft-looking Yang Jiabo would be so violent, and they were stunned.
Zhou Lingling's eyes were red and her voice was high-pitched: "Why are you so fierce? Do you think I'm afraid of you? Everyone works hard, but you are the only one who is lazy as hell. People like you will be useless in the future."
Zhou Lingling's words touched Yang Jiabo's sore spot. His eyes turned red and he lost his mind. He reached out and pushed Zhou Lingling, knocking her down. Suddenly Zhou Lingling also went crazy and reached out to scratch Yang Jiabo relentlessly, and the two of them started to wrestle with each other. Although Zhou Lingling was three years older than Yang Jiabo, Yang Jiabo was more ruthless than her, and for a while the two of them were tied.
The two people went crazy, and the younger children were scared and cried. The older ones came forward with bitter faces to separate them, but Yang Jiabo and Zhou Lingling both wanted to strangle each other to death and were unwilling to let go.
After struggling for a long time, the two firecrackers were finally separated. Yang Jiabo sat on the side with a gloomy face and said nothing, while Zhou Lingling sat far away from him and cried heartbrokenly.
The young boys Li Wen and Zhang Qiang were beaten head and scorched brow. After stopping the fight, they then got busy with other younger brothers and sisters. After a lot of chaos, except for the two troublemakers, the rest of the children went to roast their prey happily. As for Zhou Lingling's crying, they probably treated it as background music.
[焦头烂额 jiāo tóu làn é: lit. beaten head and scorched brow (idiom); beaten black and blue; fig. in trouble; in terrible shape; hard pressed; overwrought
After going back in the evening, Yang Jiabo remained sullen and silent, paying no attention to anyone. Zhou Lingling stopped crying. She ignored Yang Jiabo and played with other children. The adults, who had worked hard all day, had no intention of paying attention to the children's playfulness and didn't notice Yang Jiabo's strangeness.
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