To escape the famine, I rely on hundreds of billions of material space to support four cubs

As Qiao Huaping's family ate noodles with a knife, the head of Liujin Village and the head of Bishui Village reached a preliminary consensus.

——The current direction of the two villages to escape from famine is generally not bad, and they can go together.

When the four cubs of the Mei family heard about this, they were not very happy.

You know, although they have changed their perception of Qiao Huaping, they still have the same bad perception of Qiao's family.

"When the time comes, stay away from the people in Bishuitun." Mei Qingyu took advantage of Qiao Huaping's absence, and whispered to her elder brother and younger siblings, "We don't want to contact the people in Bishuitun alone."

Mei Qingyao was a little displeased, but he had always been used to listening to his second younger brother who was more intelligent, so although he was a bit reluctant, he still nodded.

Mei Qinghuang and Mei Qingying also always listened to what their elder brother said, and they nodded when they heard the words.

"It just seems that we are afraid of them." Mei Qingyao murmured unhappily, her little face was full of tangles, "I think I'm stronger these days, and it's not a problem for one person to beat five of them."

He also clenched his fists.

It's not that Mei Qingyao is competitive, it's that the children from Bishuitun used to come to their Liujin Village to play across the mountains and mountains, and they always have an inexplicable sense of superiority over the Shangmei family's cubs.

They always laugh at them, saying that an ugly monster like Qiao Huaping is an old girl who cannot be married in their Bishui village, that is, their Mei family is not ashamed to marry such an ugly monster with a half-faced birthmark.

Although Mei Qingyao didn't like Qiao Huaping very much at the time, and he didn't care if they scolded Qiao Huaping, but he didn't like the taunts and contempt of the Mei family by those brats in Bishuitun through Qiao Huaping.

This kind of dislike was superimposed with a dislike for Qiao Huaping, and Mei Qingyao fought several fights with those children in Bishuitun.

Although the children in Bishuitun were more numerous and most of them were older than Mei Qingyao, but Mei Qingyao was born with supernatural powers, leading his younger brothers to fight with those bratty children in Bishuitun, he won more than he lost.

"You can't fight anymore," Mei Qingyu whispered, "Mother is upset, what should I do when I go back to Qiao's house?"

As soon as these words came out, the other three cubs of the Mei family fell silent.

Mei Qinghuang cried: "Mother's cooking is delicious, and it's good to me. If I don't fight, I just... woo woo woo, the sliced ​​noodles that mother made today are really delicious."

Mei Qingyao wanted to laugh at his younger brother for being worthless, but he thought again——hmm, the sliced ​​noodles are really delicious.

Mei Qingyao fell silent.

The foodie is actually myself.

Although Mei Qingying is young, she is a firm mother and daughter.

She nodded her head: "Yingying, no, fight. Mom. I like it, Yingying!"

Mei Qingying had a fever when she was a child, and the high fever came on quickly at that time, even if she took medicine, it still left sequelae.

Mei Qingying always speaks slowly.

But right now, although she spoke slowly, her words were filled with joy.

The four brothers and sisters initially reached a consensus on the strategy of the brat in Bishuitun.

Qiao Huaping came back after packing up the stove. Seeing the four children sneaking around there, she couldn't help but smile and asked, "What are you doing? Are you still mysterious?"

Mei Qingyu rolled up her sleeves graciously: "It's nothing, mother, I'm going to wash the dishes."

He quickly cleaned up the dishes.

In exchange for Qiao Huaping's approving look.

Mei Qingyao, Mei Qinghuang: "..."

Such a treacherous second brother/brother Yu!

The initial integration of Liujin Village and Bishuitun was actually quite smooth.

Although the two villages had some small conflicts in the past, but now they are on the way to escape from the famine, and everything is based on the premise of survival-under such a major premise, the two villages add up to nearly 2000 people, and the mighty fleeing team, It seems that they get along well.

However, when it was time to rest at night, it was inevitable that they would fight again.

The people of Liujin Village felt that this resting place was scoured by young people from their village who were sent out to explore the road, so naturally they should let the people of Liujin Village rest first.

The people in Bishuitun felt that it was just a matter of time, even if there were no wayfinders from Liujin Village, the people from Bishuitun would have to come here today.

For this open and ventilated place, it is also eligible to rest first.

For the sake of the rest, the people from the villages on both sides first scolded each other, and then almost started fighting.

The heads of the two villages of Liujin Village and Bishuitun are going bald.

In the end, there was no other way, so we had to divide the area into two, and everyone squeezed together.

Except for the rain, Qiao Huaping doesn't like to squeeze with people very much.

Without him, she sleeps very vigilantly, if she gets too close to someone, she probably won't be able to sleep well that night.

However, the mountain road is rugged, and there are not many suitable places for people to camp and rest.

Qiao Huaping had no choice but to stay behind, and at least she slept in a place outside, so it wouldn't be too crowded.

After each family decided on a place to rest, Qiao Huaping was about to start preparing dinner.

Mei Qingyao helped Qiao Huaping light a fire, and then took her younger siblings to practice archery.

——In this period of time, not only the four children of the Mei family are practicing archery.

The people in Bishuitun were dumbfounded.

When, how come there are so many people using bows and arrows in Liujin Village?

Let’s say they are playing with bows, let alone, there are really a few sporadic households that hunted prey.

It can be said that they are serious bow practicers, right?

Among these people with bows and arrows, some of them were children, not to mention—there were even women!

The eyes of the people in Bishuitun are going to stare!

Zhou Xiaoqing didn't care what they said.

Probably due to good luck today, she came back from hunting a quail.

Zhou Xu's eyes were shining brightly, but his mouth was still disgusted: "Who can eat such a small amount of meat?...Why don't you hunt a bigger one? Even a pheasant? Look at that young man of the Gu family, How big is the hare you hunted."

Zhou Xiaoqing was habitually silent and did not speak.

Only Song Yuelan protected her daughter behind her back.

Zhou Xu threw the quail to Song Yuelan again: "Go, clean up this quail!"

Song Yuelan paused, then whispered: "Mother, I don't have much water left."

Several rooms in Zhou's house each carry their own water on their backs, so it is convenient for them to drink a few sips when they are thirsty on weekdays.

But Zhou Xu's family always sent Song Yuelan to cook, and Song Yuelan's room naturally used water faster than the other two rooms.

Song Yuelan has been working very hard to reduce her drinking water, even if her lips are so dry that they are about to crack, she can only take a sip of water to moisten her.

Now Mrs. Zhou Xu wants her to handle the quail again, which at least involves boiling water and plucking the feathers.

The water consumption is so high!

When Zhou Xu heard this, Song Yuelan was unwilling, and immediately yelled: "This quail was hunted by your daughter, what's the matter, you don't pluck the hair, do you want me, an old woman, to eat it directly!"

Her voice was a little loud, Zhou Heishi came over, pulled Song Yuelan's arm, and said to Zhou Xu: "Mother, I'll go and clean it up right now."

Zhou Xu curled his lips: "You pushed the car for a day, and you're tired, Heishi, let your wife clean it up!"

She murmured deliberately loudly again, "...the stomach can't give birth to a son, so if you don't do more work, you won't be afraid of being rejected!"