To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

In the afternoon, Song Lingshu led the people in the village to build chicken pens, duck pens and cattle pens. In the evening, people from the purchasing team came back one after another. After putting the livestock into the pens, they went to process potatoes.

A group of shirtless men sat in the kitchen, pounding potatoes frantically.

And Yang Song, who was milking the cow with Song Lingshu, was accidentally kicked by the cow, and was very angry: "I'm quitting! What's the point of doing this job!"

Song Lingshu hurriedly helped her to the side, and subconsciously wanted to rub her injured area, but when he pressed her chest, he felt that something was wrong, so he took it back embarrassingly: "Go back and rest first, I'll do the work here. "

"No, I have to watch you." Yang Song rubbed his chest, and kicked her leg irritably, Song Lingshu almost knelt down, "What are you still doing, go quickly."

Song Lingshu squeezed half of the bucket and then called it a day. However, the original owner's small body was such a struggle to carry the bucket, and the milk was dangling in it. Yang Song couldn't stand it, so he reached out and snatched the bucket. Steadily carrying it back.

Song Lingshu followed slowly and smiled.

Back in the kitchen, one person asked, "Do you want to eat potatoes tonight?"

"Yes, I'll add a dish for you." Song Lingshu looked at the mashed potatoes, poured the milk into the basin with satisfaction, and then drove them to peel the corn.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Song asked without leaving an inch.

"Try new dishes."

Yang Song watched blankly as she added something to the basin, stirred it for a long time, then dug up a spoon and handed it to her: "How about you taste it?"

Yang Song rolled his eyes for a long time, and said: "The ghost knows what you added in it, you can eat it first and show me."

Song Lingshu took a bite, then dug a spoonful for her again.

Yang Song lowered his head and was about to eat when he heard her say, "I'll take the antidote first."

"Damn it! I knew it wasn't that simple!" Yang Song put his hands on the handle of the knife, and the spoon suddenly went into his mouth.

"!!" Yang Song swallowed it whole, "You murdered me!"

Song Ling was overwhelmed with joy, until she saw her pull out the knife, she immediately confessed: "I'm just kidding, you've been with me for so long, have you seen what antidote I'm taking? I don't even have time to drink my saliva."

Yang Song thought about it carefully, as if he had never seen her eat anything, he glanced at her impatiently, turned around and picked up the gourd ladle, scooped a ladle of water, handed it directly to her, and ordered: "Drink. "

Song Lingshu waited for the sloshing water in the ladle to calm down, then lowered his head and took a few sips. When he raised his head, there was still a line of water around his mouth.

Yang Song wiped her with his sleeve, and Song Lingshu stepped back: "You've wiped sweat on your sleeve!"

"how?"

"...How long has it been since you washed your clothes?"

"Does it smell?" Yang Song sniffed his sleeves, and looked at her with disgust, "It's so annoying, smelly! Stop talking nonsense to me, and give me a few more bites of those potatoes!"

Song Lingshu was rebellious, and after a while, he became upset again, and shouted: "Speak as you say, what are you doing so loudly! I'm going to be deaf because of your yelling!"

"You are the one who is going to call me deaf!" Yang Song said and grabbed her ear.

Song Lingshu: "Hey? You let go, I tell you to let go, do you hear me? Be careful, I'm not polite to you!"

The brothers outside heard the sound of the two arguing, and ran to the door to have a look, good guy, these two people just pulled their hair.

"Oh, oh, what are you doing, let go quickly." Dali rushed in immediately, pulling the two of them apart.

Others also rushed in to break up the fight.

Fa Cai: "What do you think you are doing? Is there anything you can't say properly?"

Zhaocai whispered: "But our boss is a bandit, so he didn't talk properly."

Fa Cai: "That's true."

"Let go of me, I'm going to ask her to take a good look today, and what will happen if I get angry—" Yang Song brushed away the messy hair in front of him, raised his head and pointed angrily at the other party, but when he saw Song Lingshu, he suddenly froze. Leng.

Song Lingshu's hairpin was knocked off during the dispute, and her long black hair fell down, making her complexion fairer, her cheeks were flushed after the fight, her lips were slightly parted for panting, her chest was heaving and unsteady, and there was a smile in her eyes. It was fierce, like a little wild cat that was about to bite at any time.

"Oh? What's the end?" Song Lingshu glanced over with a cold look.

Yang Song blurted out: "Unexpectedly, you look better like this. If you are a girl, you must look better."

Song Lingshu's eyes suddenly lit up. These words really touched her heart. Who can refuse? Others praised her for being good-looking!

"Really? I think so too."

Yang Song: "Yes, I just said that you are ugly as a man. If you change into women's clothes, you might look better."

Song Lingshu: "That's right! But I'm not ugly in men's clothes, okay? It's just that women's clothes are more beautiful!"

Yang Song: "But as a man, you are too short!"

Song Lingshu: "I'm 1.793 meters tall!"

Yang Song: "I'm 1.75 meters! You can't even match me!"

"...Your hairstyle is not very good-looking, I'll give you a better-looking haircut later." Song Lingshu changed the subject awkwardly.

Yang Song: "Really? Do you know how to comb your hair?"

Song Lingshu: "I can also braid and cut my hair!"

The more they talked, the more speculative they became. They hugged each other's hands excitedly, and went out talking and laughing.

A group of subordinates looked at their backs blankly, and said in surprise, "Didn't they still fight just now?"

"What do you know, there is a fight at the end of the bed." Fa Cai said.

Several people sighed deeply, only to see their Mr. Yazhai suddenly turn around and run back, shouting, "Ah, no! I almost forgot my mashed potatoes!"

Mashed potatoes are well received at the dinner table.

"Potatoes can still taste this way? It's amazing!"

"Is this still the potato we ate?"

"What's in it?"

"Save some for me, you bastards!"

Yang Tianshuo couldn't help being curious: "Zhang Miao, how did you do this?"

"This is a secret recipe from my hometown. Since it's a secret recipe, I can't reveal it anymore." Song Lingshu said with a smile, then turned to ask others, "What do you think of the taste?"

"Very strange!"

Song Lingshu: "If you have money in your pocket, would you be willing to buy this to eat?"

"Of course I am willing if I have money, but the key is that we have no money."

Song Lingshu: "Then how about we take this out and sell it?"

Everyone was stunned, Yang Song raised his head from the bowl, licked it clean without leaving a grain of rice, she turned her head and asked, "You said you want to sell this?"

Song Lingshu: "Yes, the first step for us to become bigger and stronger is to sell mashed potatoes first."

Everyone looked around, feeling a little moved, but they couldn't make up their minds, so they couldn't help but cast their eyes on the village master and the second leader.

Yang Song: "How do you plan to set the price?"

"Five hundred Wen, one bowl." Song Lingshu said.

Everyone was shocked: "Five hundred Wen?!"

Yang Song was dumbfounded: "What's the difference between you and those of us who steal money?"

Scratching his head vigorously: "Yeah, who is willing to spend 500 Wen to buy a bowl of potatoes, are you crazy?"

Yang Tianshuo also frowned, but seeing that Song Lingshu looked confident, he asked, "Tell me the reason?"

"The price of five hundred coins is definitely not for ordinary people, not to mention that it is too cheap, what should we do if we can't do it then? Let's target the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries. They are not short of money, but they have a good face." I’m not afraid of the high price, but I’m afraid of the lack of taste! So, let’s make less but better mashed potatoes.”

When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but nodded.

"But how to sell it?" Dali asked.

"Go to the restaurant to play a show first." Song Lingshu rolled his eyes, smiled, and pointed at Dali with his chopsticks, "Come on, tell me one by one, 'Hey, have you ever seen a person with blue eyes and blond hair?'."

Dali said this to her in a daze, and the chopsticks slid across everyone here one by one, even Yang Tianyou, and finally she sighed: "You all almost mean it."

"There's also the boss." Dali said.

Song Lingshu glanced sideways at the woman beside her. This was already her fifth bowl of rice.

Yang Song put down the bowl, hiccupped, then looked at her, smiled casually, and asked in a slightly exaggerated but unaffected tone: "Hey, have you ever seen a person with blue eyes and blond hair?"

Others even showed anticipation that they wanted to know the answer.

Song Lingshu pressed her arm in surprise: "I found it, my actress!"

Yang Song: "What?"

Song Lingshu recruited a few more people whose acting skills were barely passable, young and old, took them to the room to rehearse the play, and arranged lines and expressions for everyone. After an hour, Song Lingshu called everyone to watch their performance.

Yang Song coughed, a little embarrassed, but when it came time to play, it was natural, she sat on a discovery table with a few people, and began to show off: "Hey, have you ever seen a person with blue eyes and blond hair? "

The others shook their heads, and Dali himself had a loud voice: "Blue eyes and blond hair, is that still human?"

"Yes, of course! My aunt, I have seen so many rare things in the darts. I saw a man like this in the north a while ago. He is extremely tall and has white skin. He is so handsome! He came from the seaside Yes, ask me for directions, and when it’s done, send me some food, saying that this is something only the nobles in their hometown can eat, and it can not only beautify the skin and grow taller, but also prolong life!”

"Hey, there is such a good thing, what is it called?"

"I don't know what it's called, but it looks a bit like potatoes, so I call it mashed potatoes. Seeing that we are close friends, I'll bring it here for you to try. If you think it's good, I'll give it a try." Buy his secret recipe."

Dali: "Ah! It's so delicious! I've eaten so many delicacies, and I've never eaten anything so delicious!"

"It's so delicious! Give me some more!"

At this time, a person from the next table came over: "Girl, can I have a taste?"

Yang Song gave him a sip, and the man immediately became agitated.

After Song Lingshu finished shouting, everyone still hadn't reacted and looked at them dumbfounded.

"Boss, aren't you a bandit? How did you become a dart runner?"

"Just brag, Dali, can you eat all the delicacies in the world?"

"Why are you eating from an empty bowl? I almost believed it!"

"Yes!" Song Lingshu pointed at the man and said, "What I want is your words. Tomorrow they will go to the biggest restaurant in the city to perform this play. First, arouse the curiosity of the people, and then we will throw things away little by little. Go out until the big fish takes the bait."

Yang Song became addicted to drama and clapped his hands: "It's fun, I want to play this!"

Dali: "Me too!"

The matter was decided in this way, and Song Lingshu combed Yang Song's hair early the next morning: "There is no need to change the clothes, and the dart runners are not too particular, but this hair can be changed."

Yang Song sat in front of the table without a bronze mirror. Before his **** was hot, he felt extremely bored. Erlang raised his legs and began to sharpen his knife.

"Okay." Song Lingshu patted her on the shoulder, "Go and have a look."

Yang Song turned his head and ran to the water tank outside to take a picture. He tied a lot of small braids near his ears, and finally tied them up high with other hair, and fixed them with hairpins.

She looked at this new look with some novelty. She had always had her hair loose before, or simply tied it with hemp rope. She had never combed her hair so energetically and beautifully.

She touched the hairpin, then turned around and asked, "Where did this come from?"

Song Lingshu stepped forward and pointed to her head. The only hairpin was given to her, and now her hair is all loose.

Yang Song curled his lips and smiled: "It's fine, you look good just like this."

"I feel so too."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Before Yang Song could speak, she urged her to go down the mountain.

Yang Song suddenly remembered that he was about to be separated from her. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Strange, why don't you go?"

"Will you let me down the mountain?"

"Won't."

"That's enough."

"Then what are you doing on the mountain today?"

"Organize everyone to read characters, collect herbs, mow grass and feed cattle, beat potatoes, hunt..."

Yang Song was taken aback, he had never had such a planned day before, but unexpectedly he felt relieved, because they were doing the right thing today, and they were not afraid of losing their heads.

"Remember when you leave the city, don't let others follow you." Song Lingshu reminded.

Yang Song's heart warmed up: "Why, do you care about me?"

"I'm afraid that you just finished bragging in the restaurant, and when you turn around, it will be discovered that you are actually a bandit living in the wilderness."

Yang Song curled his mouth, and took his brothers away without looking back.

Song Lingshu smiled and started the busy day of "reform through labor".

The village seemed to be busy overnight, and everyone seemed to be listening to her arrangements invisibly. The children worked hard to learn to read in order to earn money, the old people went to mow the grass nearby, and the young and middle-aged were responsible for collecting herbs and hunting in the mountains. A dozen or so people who didn't have a mission went to look for other wild vegetables together. Some wild vegetables were edible and delicious, but these rough guys didn't understand them at all and thought they were weeds.

At the end of the day, the harvest is quite fruitful, and most people have smiles on their faces. When they meet, they don't ask "When are you going to grab something to eat?", but "Are you gathering herbs or hunting today?"

In the evening, Yang Song and the others came back. As soon as they walked to the gate of the village, they saw a large group of people walking from the left, talking and laughing. It was the vegetable hunting team led by Song Lingshu.

Yang Song saw Song Lingshu at the head at a glance. The wind blew her long hair, and her hair brushed against a large bunch of small yellow flowers in front of her.

When the other party came in front of her, she came back to her senses.

"I'm back, this is for you." Song Lingshu handed her a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Yang Song: "Why? Eat dandelions again tonight?"

"This is wild chrysanthemum, not for food!" Song Lingshu stuffed the flower into her arms, turned and left.

"What are you yelling at! You are a big ass, and you have a big temper. If you can beat anyone, you dare to be so violent. Believe it or not, I will give you a punch!" Yang Song caught Hua and stepped forward to grab Yang Song, Song Lingshu swung it a few times, but didn't get rid of it. Instead, when he turned around, he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground with his ass.

Seeing this, the people in the Xuncai team didn't dare to show their spirits. Although they got along very happily with Mr. Yazhai this day...Although they were about to fight...but the boss is the boss after all ah!

"Are you okay?" Yang Song asked.

Song Lingshu looked up at her: "What do you think?"

"It doesn't seem to be very good. I can't walk well."

"..."

Song Lingshu was about to curse, when suddenly her body left the ground, and Yang Song carried her on his shoulders.

"Well... you put me down, it makes my stomach hurt."

"Then how do you hug me!"

"Hold it! Oh, don't you know about it? What about the princess's hug?"

Yang Song readjusted his seat and hugged her horizontally: "What kind of princess can't hug her? I'm not a princess."

"...Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain, I'm numb."

"Where is the numbness?"

"..."

"By the way, I brought you something."

"What?"

Yang Song took a look at Dali. He watched the play so vigorously that he almost forgot the business. He immediately took out a dozen inkstones and ink ingots: "These are specially brought for you by the boss. Don't you scholars love these? She is afraid of one If you don’t like it, I’ll find some more for you to pick.”

Song Lingshu pursed her lips, glanced at Yang Song, with a sullen face but a look of "I bought you all these, come and praise me", she still said "I don't like these, I just like them" "Rouge gouache" was swallowed.

"Thank you." This sentence is also sincere.

Yang Song snorted softly, feeling very good.

The people from the herbal collection team followed behind, watching them hug each other affectionately, and muttered, "You read that right, aren't they going to fight?"

Dali said: "I don't understand, this is fighting between the head of the bed and the bottom of the bed."

Suddenly, Song Lingshu asked: "Wait, where did you buy so many inkstones? You can't just grab them?"

Yang Song: "..."

The people in the Xuncai team were surprised: Isn't this just a moment ago? Why did the boss turn around and put the person on the wall? !

"You let me go down, I'll just ask, if it's not for grabbing, then forget it, am I afraid that you will go to the abyss of crime again?" Song Lingshu sat on the top of the wall, and there was no fulcrum below. I don't know if this body can hold it.

"If you have the ability to come down by yourself, you dare to dislike what I bought." Yang Song crossed his arms and wanted to teach her a lesson, but he didn't expect that she was really going to jump down.

There was a burst of exclamation all around. Yang Song opened his hands and stepped forward to catch her, but both fell to the ground due to gravity.

Song Lingshu raised his head, patted her head quickly, and said worriedly: "Are you okay? What are you here to pick up? I should be able to jump off by myself."

"You can do anything, you can't!"

Song Lingshu was taken aback, then suddenly laughed, there was a field of wild chrysanthemums scattered around, she picked up one, put it behind Yang Song's ear when Yang Song sat up, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern."

The members of the Xuncai group had a numb expression: "...It really is a fight at the head of the bed and a fight at the bottom of the bed, and a fight at the end of the bed!"

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