Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng was the first to wake up, as if a voice reminded him that he was home.

Open the curtains and take a few breaths of heat on the window to melt the frost on the window and look out.

Those with black lights and blind lights can't see very clearly.

The car seemed to come in from Cuitun's road, and now it passed through the village in Xigouli, as if it had just passed behind Zhang Hai's house.

Then with the lights on, the car got out of Xigou and turned to the northwest corner, then turned to the parking lot built on the land between the valley and the mountain.

There are two dim yellow lights standing there in the parking lot very coldly, illuminating about twenty or thirty vehicles of various kinds parked in the square.

There are many lights in the Wahou market a little further away, and trucks seem to be unloading.

After wa, I'm back again.

Wan Feng murmured in his heart, turning his head and pushing Zhang Xuan to wake up everyone who was asleep.

"It's the stop! Wake up and get off the bus."

"This is your grandma's house?" Zhang Xuan looked out of the window curiously after waking up. There were so many cars parked in the parking lot that surprised her. There were more cars in the parking lot than the general fleet .

"This is the parking lot in Wahou. It is specially parked for foreign vehicles to buy goods. You wait in the car for a while. I will arrange a place for you in the afternoon. After I arrange it, you can wait in the afternoon. Don't catch a cold outside."

Wan Feng got out of the car after wrapping up his clothes, and just walked to the door of a hotel beside the parking lot.

"Nephew! You're back!" A pleasantly surprised voice came, spreading far away in this early morning night.

A man rushed out from a room, intending to give Wan Feng a hug.

Wan Feng saw that it was Jiang Wen, and quickly reached out to block it.

"Stay away from me, I don't know you well so don't make do with it."

"You bastard!"

Why is Jiang Wen here?

"Tell me the truth, why did you come to live here?"

Doesn't this guy live in Dongtou? What's the matter with running here in the dark?Li Erman will let him run around?

"I'm living here now. After the parking lot was built, your uncle allowed our team members to operate something, so I sold the house in Dongtou and rented a small building in the village to open a hotel."

Wan Feng glanced behind Jiang Wen and saw a sign that said Erman Hotel, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Hang Erman's name, Jiang Wen is not because I provoke the relationship between you two, this sign has nothing to do with you, what's the face of your manly tofu? This kind of old woman has to be beaten! If you don't beat her, you will go to the house. "

"Who are you beating?"

At the door of the Erman Hotel, a head was revealed, looking at Wan Feng, it was not Li Erman.

"Since opening a hotel, is there a place for me to arrange eight people, three women and five men?"

"There's a place to live on the second floor. Besides, you can go home when you're all home. Feng'er may give you a lot of love when you come back."

"Luan Feng's parents are here, they can still sleep when I go back now."

Wan Feng turned around and greeted everyone in the car, entered the house and went upstairs.

"This time you can sleep well, I will call you in the morning, and I will go down and make arrangements."

Wan Feng went downstairs and sat at a table with Jiang Wen and his wife to drink hot water.

"Erman, it seems that Jiang Wen has served you well, your little face is so bright."

"That's right, our old Jiang Wen is amazing."

"Seven times a night?"

"Get out! Who is like you and Luan Feng who are shameless and talk nonsense all night without sleep."

"Huh? You went to our house to listen to the wall? This is not a good habit. You will pee your pants when you hear it when you are happy."

"Chi Chi! You bastard is still such a rascal."

Wan Feng took a sip of tea: "You are the proprietress here, and you quit the garment factory?"

"Who said I quit? How much money do I earn a year at the garment factory? How much do I need to hire two waiters? Do you think I won't settle accounts?"

"Have you hired a waiter? Male or female?"

"Of course it's a woman."

Wan Feng slapped the table: "It's over, Erman, your heart is really big, I think your position as the proprietress is going to be dangerous."

"why?"

"Think about it, there are waiters hanging around in front of your Lao Jiang every day, maybe one day they will get out of bed, and your position as a proprietress is not over yet."

"He dares!"

Li Erman slapped the table and stood up suddenly, glaring at Jiang Wen.

Chapter 789 I'm Your Wife, Third Wife (Repair)

Jiang Wen was dumbfounded on the spot, how to say that sentence: Sitting at home behind closed doors, the pot comes from nature.

No, the bowl came from the sky!

It doesn't seem right, is it a scoop?Is it a pot, a bowl or a ladle?

Never mind, it's pretty much the same anyway.

"You old bitch, Wan Feng, is right. You just deserve a beating. Why are you staring at me? What did I do? Why can't Xiao Wan fool you with a few words and you can't find Bei?"

Li Erman thought about it too, and glared at Wan Feng: "You scoundrel, you will provoke the two of us to fight as soon as you come back."

"It's because you have this kind of latent consciousness in your heart. I'm just helping you out. You've been married for almost three years, right? The three-year itch is coming soon, and the three-year itch will be over soon."

"No, I heard that it seems to be the seven-year itch, how come it becomes the three-year itch here?"

"It's a small itch every three years, and a big itch every seven years. A small itch is usually when the couple get used to it and start fighting. If it's a big itch, it's time for a divorce." Wan Feng said nonsense in a serious manner.

"Just go ahead and talk, Feng'er will listen to you, I don't believe it!"

"I'll bet you two will be up and running within three months."

"Just bet, what are you betting on? I don't believe in it anymore." Li Erman's stubborn temper came up.