Fusang walked on the country road with a basket of wild vegetables on his back, humming a mountain song and walking home, Feng Teng followed her closely.

"Woman, I'm thirsty~"

Fusang threw the kettle backwards to him, but he didn't look back. Humph, she was still angry, so she didn't want to get away with it.

Feng Teng took the kettle and drank most of the pot and still felt very annoyed.

"Woman, what nerves do you have?"

Fusang jumped happily on the ridge of the field. When he walked to a field, he saw a familiar figure and shouted:

"Brother Xiao~"

Hearing the shouts, the man raised his head, saw Fusang, and waved his hand. Even though he was just wearing a coarse linen, he lost his handsome temperament. Under the scorching sun, sweat flowed down his forehead, full of the smell of sunshine.

Fusang immediately ran closer, sat on the side, holding his cheeks with both hands, looking at Lu Xiao,

"Brother Xiao, why are you the only one today, Uncle Lu?"

"My father was injured in the cold recently, so I came alone. Who is following you?" Every time I see Fusang, Lu Xiao likes to touch her long soft hair, but it's not possible today. In the fields, his hands are covered with mud.

"Uncle Lu has typhoid fever. I'll go see him that night!" Lu Xiao's family and Fusang's family were separated by a small road, very close.

Feng Teng, who had never been ignored, watched the two chat happily, and his heart suddenly became unbalanced.

"Woman, I'm hungry."

Fusang threw the bamboo basket to him. Feng Teng was puzzled at first, and looked down at the things in the bamboo basket. He instantly realized that the damn woman still regarded herself as a sheep.

"I wonder if your second sister is boring at home alone." Feng Teng floated quietly behind Fusang, quietly abandoned this sentence, and floated quietly into the distance.

Fusang jumped up in fear, stood up suddenly, ran away with Feng Teng, and kept turning back to Lu Xiao,

"Brother Xiao, I'll go to your house tonight."

Fusang's crisp voice floated over Luxiao. Then, Fusang discovered that Feng Teng, the sheep, was really stingy and could hold grudges, and the scale of holding grudges was quite large.

For example, now,

"Lam, help me chop off firewood~"

"Lam, help me get the knife~"

"Lamb, please help me get the water~"

"Lamb, help me fight the fish~"

"Lamb~"

...

Feng Teng ignored Fusang's words, but he wanted to sway in front of Fusang. He would go wherever Fusang went. But as soon as Fusang asked for help, he would look up at the sky forty-five degrees of sadness, pretending to be meditating, and he could not hear anything.

Fusang almost got angry and kicked Feng Teng away and pretended, then get out of the way.

Carrying the bucket, Fusang passed by the water tank of the pearl clam, and found that the pearl clam actually floated on the water surface and kept spitting out the bubbles.

"Hey~ It's so strange!" Fusang reached out and touched the pearl clam, and the pearl clam immediately shrank to the bottom of the water, but it would still open and close.

The sea primrose suddenly approached Fusang silently,

"What do you see?"

"Second sister, this pearl clam is alive and seems to be very spiritual. Why don't we release it?" For some reason, Fusang always feels strange when looking at this pearl clam.
Chapter completed!