Dress like a five-year-old little Fubao? Don't panic, take out the space with your backhand and

Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Jiang each had a bowl of rice, and they also prepared a small bowl of fragrant white rice for Jiang Guoguo.

When they heard Jiang Guoguo say that there were still good things, they both stopped what they were doing and looked at Jiang Guoguo.

"Guo'er, are there any other good things? Let grandma see them quickly?"

Mrs. Jiang has become stronger since she received a few injections from Jiang Guoguo. At least her cold legs and frozen hands are no longer restricted by their joints and are much more flexible.

As her health improved, so did her spirit. The old lady began to regain her confidence in life and became more curious about everything.

Jiang Guoguo rummaged through the broken cabinet and finally found a pack of oranges she bought home today.

It must be her mother's handiwork that the oranges are hidden so well. This is because she is afraid of being stolen, and it is also an alternative way of storing good things for people who are used to poverty.

She took out three oranges, peeled them, put them into a clay pot, mashed them with chopsticks, then ran out and pretended to fill them with water by the well in her yard, but in fact she poured the spiritual spring water in the space into the clay pot.

After a while, a large pot of low-quality freshly squeezed orange juice was ready.

Jiang Guoguo swallowed hard, turned around and went back to the house, pouring a bowl for her grandma and mother.

It was the first time that the two of them saw that fruit could be eaten like this. No, it was water that could be drunk like this. It was a bit novel for a while, but also felt distressed.

"Guo'er, keep the oranges for yourself, mother won't eat them."

"Grandma won't eat it either, leaving it all for our little fruit to eat."

Jiang Guoguo had already guessed that they would say this, and she knew it just by looking at the bowl of white rice in front of her.

The white rice in front of her was not mixed with anything, but what her mother and grandma ate was still rice mixed with beans and vegetable leaves.

They are always like this, reluctant to eat the good food and leave it all to her.

Jiang Guoguo's nose felt sour, she pretended to be angry and pouted her mouth, and quit.

"Don't grandma and mother like the orange juice made by Guo'er?"

Seeing the tears in Jiang Guoguo's eyes as clear as grapes, Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Lin felt heartbroken and quickly picked up the bowl in front of them.

"Drink, drink, drink. Grandma will drink it now. Those oranges that Guo'er made by herself... Of course grandma will have a taste."

Seeing her grandma and mother finally opening their mouths to drink, Jiang Guoguo looked satisfied, and she also raised her head and drank.

After the fresh oranges are mashed, they lose a bit of fiber. Adding the spiritual spring water, instead of diluting the orange flavor, makes the juice sweeter and more delicious.

Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Lin took one gulp, and immediately felt that the Tianling Cap had been opened, and their taste buds were clamoring for them to drink more.

So, the two people who were still reserved at the beginning ended up drinking the whole bowl of orange juice in big gulps.

Looking back, Mrs. Jiang was shocked.

"Oh, Guo'er, how can your novel way of eating oranges make them taste so delicious?"

"Yes, this is the sweetest thing my mother has ever eaten. Guoer, what did you call this just now?"

Seeing that they were all very satisfied with their drinks, Jiang Guoguo couldn't help but curl her little lips.

"Mother, this is called orange juice. Our family is no longer the house that couldn't open the pot. We are rich now, so you don't have to be so frugal about eating it. Especially mother, your baby is about to be born, why are you still reluctant to eat it?

If you starve the baby in your belly, Guoer will be angry!"

Mrs. Lin had tears in her eyes and her heart was filled to the brim.

Since her husband and two sons left one after another, she has been in despair.

But now that she saw that her caring little cotton-padded jacket was so successful and made her life better again, she was so moved that she wanted to cry.

Mrs. Jiang was also full of tears and kept praising Jiang Guoguo as a little lucky star and a great contributor to their Jiang family.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded outside the yard.

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, she immediately became alert.

"No, it's the voice of those women in the village."

Grandma and mother were both a little scared and tried to hide the good things on the table, but Jiang Guoguo stopped them.

Her eyes were firm and she said:

"Mom, grandma, we have done nothing wrong. There is no need to hide from them. If these villagers dare to covet our good things, I will prick them with a needle!"

Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Jiang looked at each other and finally chose to believe Jiang Guoguo.

Afterwards, Jiang Guoguo opened the door and let the people outside pour in.

In fact, since she came home, these people have been wandering outside the yard like dogs. If they don't solve it now, I'm afraid it won't be reassuring until midnight.

Those who came in were Mrs. Yang from next door and her two daughters-in-law, as well as Mrs. Liu, the most popular female celebrity in the village, and several other villagers who were rarely seen.

Jiang Guoguo was not familiar with the villagers. Although the few in front of her were also members of the ragtag group of people, Jiang Guoguo was not very impressed by them.

When Mrs. Jiang saw them, she didn't look good and just ate the rice in her bowl.

Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Jiang were of the same mind and ignored them.

So the job of opening the mouth fell to the little Jiang Guoguo.

"Why did you come to my house?"

The leader, Mrs. Yang, pushed her daughter-in-law beside her, and the Yang family's daughter-in-law took out a small basket of potatoes from behind and placed it at Jiang Guoguo's feet.

"Well, this is our Yang family's wish. If you don't mind, just accept it."

With the Yang family taking the lead, several other villagers who were looking nervous also put down the things they were carrying. Some were several large pancakes, some were a small bowl of pickles, and some were holding some dried vegetables.

come over.

When Jiang Guoguo and the other three saw this formation, they couldn't react for a moment.

What's going on? The villagers who used to ignore them and even suppressed them have collectively become possessed by evil spirits?

Jiang Guoguo said even more politely:

"Is this the weasel giving New Year greetings to the chicken? What are you good neighbors doing?"

The villagers looked embarrassed, and finally turned their attention to the senior woman, Mrs. Yang.

Old Mrs. Yang had no face, but she could only bite the bullet and said:

"Um, Miss Jiang, Guo Guo Niang, and Guo Guo, it was our fault that we were not sensible before and always made trouble for you. This time, everyone knows about the village chief's incident, and we are all very grateful to you.

It’s not because you went there to cause trouble, I’m afraid our family still doesn’t know that we still have military pay.”

As Mrs. Yang said, the villagers behind her nodded in agreement.

After saying that, Old Mrs. Yang took out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of her dirty shabby coat.

"This is your family's land deed..."

Mrs. Yang and the other villagers looked like they had done something wrong and were being punished. They froze in place with their heads down, like quails.

Jiang Guoguo and the three of them looked at each other, a little surprised.

It seems that the sun is rising in the west today. How can the villagers still be so kind?