The Favored Little Peasant Has Stolen the Heroine’s Life!

   Chapter 49 Sheng Xueyi

  Although Yuan Bao was chilled by seeing the two cousins' dog-licking behavior, she didn't stop her.

  Lick it, lick it, it's not a sin for a man to lick it!

   When these two cousins ​​lick at the critical moment, I will give them a blow to the head!

  Yuanbao has such a mind in his heart, and naturally he will let everything in front of him go.

   Not only that, but she also chatted with this young lady.

   Not long after, with the help of Yuanbao, a very deceptive little doll, Yuanbao knew the name of the young lady.

  Sheng Xueyi!

   Listening to this name, it is very poetic.

  Think about the names of my two cousins, Yuan Shougui and Yuan Shoucheng, obviously they don't match up with other young ladies!

   As for Yuanbao's own name?

   What other people think, Yuanbao does not know.

   But, in Yuanbao's view, her name is enough to match the name of anyone in the world.

   Yuanbao, Yuanbao!

   In this world, who doesn’t want to have more ingots at home?

  Gold ingots, silver ingots, who doesn't want it, who doesn't love it?

   Snowmen piled up quickly.

  Yuanbao only made a small snowman more than one foot high in the whole process, and the rest of the snowmen were built by a few cousins ​​and little dolls in the village with Miss Sheng Xueyi.

   "Oh, man!"

  Because Sheng Xueyi participated in the activity of building a snowman, the little dolls in Shiqu Village came close.

   In fact, not only the male dolls in the village revolve around Sheng Xueyi, but the female dolls also seem to be little followers, and they please Sheng Xueyi in various ways.

  The lady of the high official family in the city!

   Male dolls are greedy for other people's looks, and female dolls are greedy for other people's things.

   Even some adults in the village are greedy for their money.

   As the initiator of the snowman, Yuanbao was quickly forgotten.

   Except for the youngest cousin and the younger brother, no one pays attention to Yuanbao anymore.

   "Little cousin, brother, let's go, let's go home and eat meat!"

  Although I didn't want to immediately clean up my cousin's dog-licking behavior, but for the sake of other people's little sisters, it's too much to forget my own younger siblings.

   If the ingot didn't have an adult soul inside it, how sad it would be at this moment!

  …

   When I got home, the fat rabbit sent by You Cang had been stewed in the pot, and the air was filled with the fragrance of stewed rabbit with radish.

   In addition to stewed rabbit, there is also stewed fish.

   This fish was caught by the old man and his two sons after breaking the ice in the river.

   In fact, the old man and the others caught a lot of fish this time.

   In addition to keeping the food for himself, he also gave half of it to the city to sell.

  It was also because they went to the city to sell fish, the three of them were not at home at the moment.

   "Jiaojiao, are you hungry?"

   Grandmother Zeng Shi saw Yuanbao and the others coming back, and immediately greeted them with a smile.

"hungry!"

   Smell the fragrance in the air, the fool is not hungry.

   When Mr. Zeng heard the words, he immediately brought out a fish for the three of them, and a bowl of radish and rabbit.

  Rice is white rice.

   Of course, white rice is not for the whole family.

   That is, the little dolls in the family have this treatment.

  Like little cousin Yuan Shouli, he usually eats whatever the adults eat.

   Today, with the light of Yuanbao and his brothers and sisters, Yuan Shouli also got a bowl of white rice.

   "Milk, when will we be able to have enough white rice?"

  Eating white rice that can only be eaten on New Year's Day, Yuan Shouli looked at Zeng's family eagerly.

   Mr. Zeng smiled and said, "Come on, come on!"

   These words are not words of consolation.

  The current situation of Laoyuan's family is getting better and better. When the land reclaimed in the mountains can be produced, Laoyuan's family eats white rice every three prongs and five, and it will be nothing.

   (end of this chapter)