The Gold Medal Toolman of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 86 Quotations from the Walking Overlord (7)

Back in the village, the two separated.

Sima Tiedan walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back with a lunch box in his hand: "My mother gave it to you."

"Thank you, take it back."

"Emerald Flower."

Zhuge Cuihua squeezed out an ugly smile: "Let's both go back and think about it, and see what we should do in the future."

"Are you still going to town tomorrow?"

"go."

It was dark and cold in the room.

The pheasants in the coop were disturbed, some cooed and some clucked, it was very lively.

Zhuge Cuihua found a candle and lit it, and squatted in front of the chicken coop, and found that the male pheasant actually called "quack".

"Are you a relative of the duck?"

With a joke, she sat down and began to think.

The task is to get the male protagonist and the female second to marry. If I cut off contact with the male protagonist now, at the male protagonist's level, it seems that I have little chance to meet the female second.

Alas, I just raised a son. I want to teach him to study, to make money, and to teach him how to flirt with girls.

Also, how to make money?
The things I know seem to be useless.

Management company?

Then there must be a company to manage by itself.

Almost all enterprises in this era are state-owned. With my qualifications, it would be great if I could join as a worker. Do you still want to join the management?
Unless it's a male rebirth novel, I can only think about it.

Be an actor?
Where are the extras in this era.

Go to the actor test?
What a waste of time.

Open a restaurant like the original heroine?

Goodbye, my own craftsmanship can only satisfy my hunger, and it is not really delicious.

After much deliberation, Zhuge Cuihua's eyes brightened. Now is the early stage of reform and opening up, and the south has been developing in full swing, but it is too early to feel the spring breeze of reform in such a small closed place.

Go south, bring back the light industrial products over there and sell them, and make a difference.

But first of all, there are travel expenses and purchase fees.

Male lead, male lead, follow me honestly from now on, I worry about your future more than your own mother.

After clearing her mind, she was about to go to bed, only to find that the kang was cold.

There was firewood in the yard, and she went out to grab a bundle, but found that there was no kang eye.

Alas, forget it, don't burn it, let's practice.

It was getting dark, and Zhuge Cuihua stopped practicing.

Refreshing.

The practice this time was even simpler than in the previous world, but in just one night, I achieved the effects of the previous year.

It seems that after a few more days of practice, he will be able to return to his peak period.

If you practice for a month, will you enter another level?
Well, we must persist in practicing to lay a good foundation for the next world.

I jumped off the kang and opened the door. Hey, I was wearing the same clothes and felt less cold than yesterday.

Martial arts is really a good thing. If you practice it well, you can not only use it for running, but also resist the cold.

After a hasty wash, Zhuge Cuihua remembered the small mirror she received yesterday, took it out and looked, mother, who is this beautiful woman in the mirror?
I saw the old man Zhuge last night, and thought I looked just like him, but I didn't expect the author to be the heroine's own mother, giving him such a good appearance.

No wonder the male protagonist likes it so much. When he looks in the mirror, he almost falls in love with this face.

With those big watery eyes and thick and curled eyelashes, it's no problem at all to shoot a mascara ad.

And this tall nose bridge, how did you say that?

Oh yes, I really want to slide on the bridge of my nose.

Before she finished admiring it, Sima Tiedan's voice came from the gate of the courtyard: "Cuihua! Cuihua!"

"Come on!"

As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Sima Tiedan running towards him.

Panting heavily, he grabbed her shoulder: "Cuihua, I've been thinking about it all night, I just like you, I just love you, no matter what you become, you are my woman."

"iron"

"Listen to me." Sima Tiedan's eyes turned red: "If you don't want to hang around men, then I'll hang around you; if you don't want to cook, leave it to me; if you want to look around, I'll accompany you. Let’s go together. As long as it’s what you like and what you want, I can do it!”

So straightforward, so emotional, Zhuge Cuihua was really shocked.

"Brother Iron Egg, I"

"You can only marry me! Who will take you away from me, unless you step over my dead body!"

Uh, the front is quite moving, but the latter sentence.
Only the domineering president who has the second disease of middle school can talk like this.

Zhuge Cuihua wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Are you thirsty? Let me pour you some water."

Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of the prehistoric power, Sima Tiedan turned into a pure young man again, and twitched: "I, did I scare you?"

"No, I'm very touched."

"Then do you want to marry me?"

Faced with such a simple person, Zhuge Cuihua really couldn't bear it. She could only bite the bullet and delay: "The law stipulates that a man must be 22 years old and a woman must be 20 years old to obtain a marriage certificate. We are not old enough."

Sima Tiedan was stunned.

He never thought about it.

"Brother Tiedan, we still have to go to town, don't delay?"

"I forgot, you wait for me."

Sima Tiedan ran away in a hurry.

Zhuge Cuihua walked to the kitchen and planned to boil some water by herself, but after fiddling with it for a long time, not only did she not light a fire, but the room was filled with smoke.

"cough cough"

She stood at the door in embarrassment and coughed, wondering how to use this clay stove!

Sima Tiedan came back, not only changed into a suit of clothes, but also carried an army green schoolbag and a flat kettle on his shoulder. Seeing her like this, he wondered, "Cuihua, are you playing with fire?"

A sentence that was originally ambiguous in a romance novel now sounds full of sarcasm.

Zhuge Cuihua opened her eyes red from the smoke: "I'm just playing with fire, do you want to come together?"

"Didn't I say let me come later?"

Sima Tiedan walked into the kitchen and got it done in a few moments.

Zhuge Cuihua can only comfort herself, he has a specialization in art, and he definitely doesn't know how to act, match clothes, let alone make up.

After washing again, she went back to her room and wanted to change clothes.

You're going to the town, it's too ugly to wear a ragged padded jacket.

The wardrobe was dilapidated long ago, and the door was about to fall off. Inside was a set of worn-out autumn clothes and a white blouse that had been washed.

Just this one, better than a ragged padded jacket.

Sima Tiedan boiled the water, greeted her to have breakfast, and the two set off.

The chicken coop was very heavy, but in Sima Tiedan's hands, it was like playing with it, and he didn't feel any weight at all.

In the mountains in the morning, there is mist and the air is cool.

Zhuge Cuihua was full of anticipation, she was going to the town soon, and she could make money soon.

After going around the mountain road, she looked back at Fuyun Village, but unfortunately she didn't see anything.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

Sima Tiedan unscrewed the lid of the kettle: "Are you thirsty?"

"Not thirsty."

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhuge Cuihua took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm just a little nervous."

Sima Tiedan stretched out his hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I can walk by myself."

"Emerald Flower."

Zhuge Cuihua walked away.

"Emerald Flower~"

"Oh, are you annoying?"

Sima Tiedan laughed: "Cuihua~"

(End of this chapter)