"Close! Mouth! Zhao Changlu scolded hard.

Zhao Zhang's expression was so angry that he didn't dare to make any more noise, and he endured it hard.

"Father-in-law, don't be angry, it's nothing if I've been wronged, don't be angry!"

Seeing this, Lin Xiaofu hurriedly opened his mouth again, looking very aggrieved.

Zhao Changlu didn't speak again, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Zhao Zitian's face was very ugly, and he stared at Lin Xiaofu angrily.

Zhao Zifu and Zhao Yingchun also glared at Lin Xiaofu with indignation.

Although no one spoke again, the attitude was very obvious.

"Eat, I'll go to work." Seeing this, Lin Xiaofu pretended to wipe his tears with his crossed arms, as if tears had poured out.

Aggrieved, she turned around and walked out of the hall, and immediately ran towards her house.

After a while, he carried Zhao Zicheng's dirty clothes, jumped directly into the backyard from the back window, and went straight to the kitchen.

She didn't bother to pass by the hall now, and she didn't want to hear the invarians they were saying to her.

"Husband, have you eaten enough?" Lin Xiaofu ran into the kitchen and saw Zhao Zicheng washing dishes.

"Well, have you eaten enough? Eat another bowl. Zhao Zicheng saw her come in and hurriedly said.

"I don't eat anymore, it's too noisy at home, find Qingjing." Lin Xiaofu turned around and showed a basket of dirty clothes, and said with a smile.

"Wait for me." Zhao Zicheng washed the dishes and chopsticks he had used, and then picked a bucket and went out together.

The two of them walked through the hall, went straight out of the front yard, walked a little more to the right, turned left and walked forward.

Soon they came to a long river not far from the foot of the mountain.

The river is not very wide, but it seems to wind down the mountain and around the village.

Lin Xiaofu first looked at the environment of the river and couldn't help muttering.

"I don't know if there are any fish."

That night in the mountains, they ate stewed dog meat, and knew that there was a stream next to the cabin, but she didn't look closely, and she didn't know if there were any fish to catch.

"Yes, but the river is not wide, so you can only cast small nets, and there are still a lot of chopsticks, but there are no near here."

Zhao Zicheng put the buckets together, sat down horizontally, and looked lazily at the river.

If the people in the village want to eat fish, they will also come here to catch fish, but he always runs in the mountains, and only when his mother says that he wants to catch fish, he will come.

"Is there one on the mountain by the stream?" Lin Xiaofu squatted down on the riverside water port and turned his head to look over.

"Yes, you have to go into the water to fish, it's not good to cast a net." Zhao Zicheng nodded.

The brook is not big, the deepest part of the water is waist-deep, and there are no knees in more places, so it is not easy to get into the net.

"Then you make two wooden forks, and next time we'll grill fish to eat." Lin Xiaofu listened with a yearning expression.

They were still strangers that night, and she wanted to relieve him of the cold poison, so naturally she didn't think about it so much.

Now that they are strategic partners, she wants to relieve him of the cold poison as soon as possible.

And in a malicious place like the Zhao family, she is not happy to stay longer.

"It's still at ease in the mountains." She couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmm." Zhao Zicheng responded.

Lin Xiaofu didn't expect him to answer so crisply, but after thinking about it, he felt the same way.

She has only been in the door for a day and has made so many troubles, he has lived in the Zhao family for nineteen years, and his mood can be imagined.

She said no more and hastened to wash her clothes.

Zhao Zicheng has been accompanying her, and at about the same time, he went to the other side of the water to pick up water.

The two laughed and went home, and as soon as they arrived at the door, they saw a figure rushing out of the yard.

Zhao Zhang's momentum was violent, as if he had long been full of fire.