Since there are more food sources, Cheng Qing has no plans to eat freshwater fish. First, he is worried that he will not handle it well and there will be parasites. Second, there are too few seasonings to make it as delicious as he remembers.
She kept them, but she was only interested in watching them.
Cheng Qing pulled up Cheng Tom, whose tears were falling, and said, "Come on, take me to see you!"
The older one and the younger one approached the fish pond and looked down. There were 8 fishes in neat rows, no more and no less. They were swimming around vigorously. They noticed the reflection in the water and suddenly gathered over, with their mouths open and confident.
begging for food.
"I don't think I'm sick."
Cheng Qing turned on the light screen and saw that the freshwater fish were all healthy. She looked at Cheng Aotian in confusion.
Cheng Aotian spread his hands and said he didn't know.
The two of them looked at Cheng Tom who was lying by the pool. The child was already crying and whimpering. He looked at the big fish's face with his liver and intestines broken, and was filled with grief.
Cheng Qing rolled his eyes, fearing that if something happened to her, he wouldn't be able to cry so miserably.
Bah, bah, bah, she was confused too, why did she curse herself for nothing?
The eight fishes looked at their teardrops as if they were food. You fought for me to swallow them, and they avoided Cheng Tom in disgust because they took a sip of the bitter and salty water. Their heartless look was the same as the one sobbing by the pool.
Cheng Tom is in sharp contrast.
Cheng Qing had never seen a guy who could cry so much. He pulled Cheng Tom up and roughly wiped his face with a piece of cotton cloth, "What's going on?"
It was okay not to ask, but when he asked Cheng Tom, he felt even more aggrieved. He wrinkled his ugly little face and looked up at Cheng Qing, tears pouring down like a heavy rain.
Cheng Qing frowned, really worried that he had cried all the water out of his body. Did he forget that he was a nirvana? All he could get into shape was a handful of water.
Cheng Aotian had a headache and covered Cheng Tom's mouth, threatening expressionlessly, "Cry, no, the buffalo will run away."
One sentence finally made the tear bag calm down, but he still stubbornly stood on tiptoes and looked up at Cheng Qing, tears welling up in his eyes, and his posture that was about to fall was even more pitiful.
Cheng Qing didn't understand, but Cheng Aoqian groaned, took out the linen from his waist, and slapped Cheng Tom on the face, but Cheng Tom immediately squeaked in disgust and dodged away.
Watching the interaction between the two little ones, Cheng Qing couldn't help but handed the piece of cotton cloth to Cheng Tom, "Wipe it yourself."
She can't set a precedent, and then everyone will come to act like a baby with her no matter what happens, and her life will be over.
Fortunately, Cheng Tom was so satisfied that he happily took the piece of cloth, wiped his tears and put it on his waist, causing Cheng Aotang to glare at him.
At this time, Cheng Tom once again showed his naive character. He didn't care at all. He stretched out his hand to compare the fish pond, sniffed, and sadly said a few words, "Eat! Big, eat small."
"Zai Zai, it's gone!"
Only then did Cheng Qing remember that it seemed to have been mentioned before that eight fish gave birth to baby fish.
She had never kept any pets, and she seemed to have heard that fish in the same tank would eat large ones and small ones, but she didn't expect that they would also let their own fish go.
Cheng Tom said, feeling so distressed that he wanted to cry again.
Seeing him sobbing, Cheng Qing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Dig two passages, with normal and narrow widths, and make a small fish pond next to it."
It just so happens that Cheng Jieke is researching waterproof materials, so he can practice in a small fish pond.
"When the fry are young, open narrow passages and use food to guide them into the small fish pond. When the fish grow up, open normal passages and let them swim back on their own."
Cheng Tom didn't bother to cry, he blinked and thought about the reason, then immediately opened his mouth and slapped Cheng Qing happily.
Cheng Aotian offered advice: "Look for Jack and ask for the drawings." After going through this incident, he finally understood the disadvantages of inconvenient communication. Just now, he was crying to Tom Cheng until his head exploded. He was jumping from word to word until he could say a sentence.
Brief words.
No matter what species, they all need to be pushed.
Cheng Qing saw it more clearly. In the past, their emotions were single, and their lack of IQ meant they had nothing to worry about, so they could communicate through simple chatter. Now that their spiritual acupoints are opened, they think more and care more. Naturally, they worry about gains and losses, which only increases the number of people.
trouble.
But Cheng Qing does not think that this kind of evolution is not good. Now Cheng Jie Ke has begun to learn to conduct research with a purpose. Unlike before, he has the idea of promptly improving what Cheng Qing pointed out.
The 7 little ones gathered together and stumblingly discussed how to dig a small fish pond without disturbing the 8 fish. Sometimes Cheng Qing could not understand, and sometimes Cheng Qing could understand. Although most of the children's words were whimsical, progress could be made.
It's also quite fast.
Sounding like the idea was sound, she went back to the house, ate a piece of corn, drank a cup of mint tea to replenish her physical strength and mental fatigue, and wandered out again.
It happened to be the time agreed upon with Mo Qing. When the video was connected, Mo Qing's virtual portrait appeared in front of him.
Cheng Qing saw a few trees behind him with sharp eyes and smiled: "Are they picky about the environment?"
Mo Qing shook her head, not very hopeful, "It's still a little wilted after one night, and it can't stand up even after watering it. Just keep it! It's food after all."
Cheng Qing no longer said anything about this. The soil on Moqing Shitou Mountain was much poorer than that of Mengchun's volcano. It was a coincidence that there were two or three kinds of weed-like herbs. He was very fond of farming.
Without understanding, Cheng Qing guessed that he had not found his true position.
"I had a fight with Mo Zhong and another fight with a powerful mercenary. I had a bit of experience yesterday. Do you think I've made any progress?"
Mo Qing's eyes brightened slightly. When he saw Cheng Qing talk about Mo Zhong without hesitation, he knew that she didn't take the conflict between the two to heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief. After he relaxed, he found that the person in front of him was slightly smiling.
He raised his chin, with a little pride hidden in his eyes. Finally, he looked a little childish, and he couldn't help but smile: "Okay, let me see!"
After practicing a set of physical skills, I was still sweating profusely, but my speed was twice as fast as before. I used to imitate every movement carefully, but now I am so powerful that I carry my own insights with every palm and punch.
"Sure enough, actual combat is the foundation for making progress." Mo Qing praised, "With a few more days of consolidation, I can teach intermediate physical skills."
Cheng Qing wiped the sweat from his face with a piece of cotton cloth. His face was pink and the frail paleness had long since disappeared, replaced by a sense of vitality.
Mo Qing asked her to review yesterday's two battles and then attack them based on her weaknesses.
"Your strength is an advantage, but it will also hinder your agility." Mo Qing pointed to the video of her battle with Mo Zhong and said nonchalantly: "Look at how you went up so rashly, not to mention the injury on your forehead.
Anyone who knows something about your weapons will avoid your killing moves. You were surprised, but you were also injured. If Mo Zhong was holding a sharp blade or a more advanced laser sword, your head would have been opened.
It’s gone.”
Cheng Qing nodded solemnly and touched her forehead unconsciously. It still hurt here. Although there was no bruise or swelling, sometimes she would bump and bruise, and the bruise would only appear the next day.