Rural Shennong

Chen Ping told Xu Xinyi all the detailed plans he constructed, so that she could feel at ease.

Chen Ping didn't plan to come to the store these two days, so he had to rely on Xu Xinyi to support him.

If she doesn't give her a reassurance, she will inevitably be worried, and I'm afraid she won't even be able to sleep well.

After sending Xu Xinyi home, Chen Ping returned to the village overnight, preparing to deliver the goods to Taoyuan Restaurant tomorrow.

The lights were dark and the road was not easy to walk. It was already midnight when Chen Ping arrived home.

Afraid of waking his sister-in-law, he tiptoed into the house, took two big bamboo baskets, and was going to pick vegetables in the field.

The greenhouse is very close to the house of Widow Miao, the head of the village. He first went to the greenhouse where he picked cucumbers, which was next to Widow Miao's house.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the shed, he heard the sound of "哗啦!"

Chen Ping looked for the sound, and saw the widow Miao, who was carrying a water basin, walking towards her.

"Sister Miao, are you still asleep?"

Widow Miao came to him with an empty water basin: "The child is making a fuss, I just finished bathing her, put her to sleep, and came out to pour out the bath water."

"Ah Ping, what are you doing back so late?"

When Widow Miao approached, Chen Ping could see her dress clearly, his eyes almost popped out.

Widow Miao wore a white translucent gauze pajamas.

With the moonlight, Chen Ping could clearly see the outline of the red lace inside the pajamas.

He quickly lowered his head and said, "Well, I'm going to pick some vegetables in the greenhouse and send them to the city tomorrow."

Widow Miao rolled her eyes: "Wait, I'll go with you."

Just as Chen Ping wanted to call Widow Miao to stop, she had already run away.

He thought that Widow Miao was going home to change clothes, but he didn't expect that Widow Miao only changed into a pair of sneakers and ran out.

"Sister Miao, it's so late, you'd better go to bed early, I can do it alone."

Seeing that Chen Ping's face was flushed and she didn't even dare to look at her, Widow Miao couldn't help but grin:

"I can't sleep, help you do some work, and catch up on sleep tomorrow."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and took Chen Ping's arm: "Let's go, hurry up."

Chen Ping almost spit out a nosebleed.

The touch on his arm clearly told him that there was a vacuum in Widow Miao's pajamas.

He clearly remembered that Widow Miao still had red underwear inside.

The two went to the greenhouse and picked vegetables in the dark.

Widow Miao bent over in front, pouted her buttocks, and her gauze pajamas outlined a semicircular arc of the golden ratio.

Chen Ping followed Widow Miao, carrying a basket, and she kept handing over the dishes, her heart beating in disorder.

Walking to the depths of the shed, Widow Miao suddenly took half a step back.

Chen Ping was caught off guard and bumped into it all at once.

This collision almost sent Chen Ping's soul flying.

Widow Miao turned her head and winked like silk: "What's in your pocket? Take it out and let my sister see it."

Chen Ping was out of breath: "No...it's nothing."

Widow Miao gave him a blank look: "Is it the bad guy who harmed my sister in the hotel last time?"

Chen Ping thought to himself, sister, are you the one who harmed me?

Last time at the hotel, although he and Widow Miao did not break through the last step, they also had intimate contact.

Stimulated by Widow Miao, he immediately recovered the memory of his limbs.

Although Chen Ping's mind could barely withstand the barrier, his body responded honestly.

Like a snake, Widow Miao climbed onto the stiff Chen Ping, wrapped her arms around his neck, and exhaled like blue:

"Miss is not wearing anything inside, do you want to see it?"

Having been spoiled by Widow Miao, Chen Ping knows how to taste, so he can't bear it.

He threw away the basket, hugged Widow Miao, and lifted up her pajamas.

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from the door of the shed: "Who is there?"

Immediately, a beam of light from a flashlight shot over.

Chen Ping shivered in fright, and quickly raised his hand to block the light: "It's me."

The person who came was Zhang Dayong.

The vegetables in the greenhouse are all treasures.

Zhang Dayong was afraid that Song Jianming and Wang Erde's gang would do bad things, so he formulated a patrol system.

It was his turn to be on the night shift today.

"Ping? When did you come back?" Zhang Dayong said as he was about to move forward.

Chen Ping quickly stopped him and said, "Don't come over, I...I want to pick vegetables, and they will be used urgently in the city tomorrow."

Zhang Dayong was stunned for a moment: "Uh, I'm on the night shift today, so I'll pick it for you."

Chen Ping was about to go crazy, and Widow Miao was making a fool of herself, exactly the same as in the hotel that day.

But this moment is even more exciting than that day. He and Zhang Dayong are only a dozen meters away.

Chen Ping continued to prevent him from approaching: "I'll pick the inside, you pick the outside, so it's faster."

"Put it at the door after you pick it up, and I'll take it away later."

Zhang Dayong turned off the flashlight: "That's fine!" After speaking, he began to work with his head down.

Chen Ping's heart beat like thunder.

Although it was night and there was only dim moonlight, Zhang Dayong would still find the problem if he walked a few steps closer to him.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

Zhang Dayong was picking vegetables at the door, moving non-stop.

But Chen Ping couldn't move.

Seeing Zhang Dayong getting closer, Chen Ping's heart jumped in his throat.

"Uncle Dayong, there are almost enough cucumbers, go to another greenhouse and pick some peppers and tomatoes for me."

Zhang Dayong straightened up and wiped his sweat: "Okay, then I'll go to another greenhouse first."

When he walked to the door of the shed, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with Chen Ping.

Because he suddenly remembered that Chen Ping didn't seem to have moved his place: "Ping, are you okay?"

Chen Ping shivered violently, and pressed Widow Miao's head forcefully: "Ah, it's all right, you should hurry up and pick peppers."

"Then I'm leaving. Call me again if you need anything." Zhang Dayong clapped his hands and left the shed.

As soon as the shed door was closed, Zhang Dayong vaguely heard some strange movements in the shed.

It was as if there was a woman who had choked on water and was coughing non-stop.

He strained his ears and listened for a long time, but heard nothing more.

It stands to reason that there is only Chen Ping inside, and there is no water.

Zhang Dayong thought he had an auditory hallucination, so he shook his head and didn't go back.

In the greenhouse, Chen Ping let go of Widow Miao's head: "Sister Miao, are you okay?"

Widow Miao wiped her mouth, got up and slapped him on the chest: "Little villain, you want to suffocate me!"

Chen Ping scratched his head in embarrassment: "I didn't mean to."

Widow Miao gave him a blank look: "I'll go back first, in case Zhang Dayong comes back, it's not good to be caught by him."

After she left, Chen Ping had a wry smile on his face, afraid that Zhang Dayong would see it, why was it so noisy just now?

After half the night's work, Chen Ping didn't wake up until 8 o'clock when he was sucked into the yang energy by the goblin.

He stretched himself, feeling refreshed.

I didn't see Lin Yuru when I left the house, but there were hot dishes and rice in the pot.

Obviously, Lin Yuru knew that he was back, and the meals were specially prepared for him.

After Chen Ping finished his meal, he called Lin Yuru, only to find that his sister-in-law's phone was thrown on her bed.

After nine o'clock, Lin Yuru hadn't come back yet.

Chen Ping had no choice but to leave a message for Lin Yuru, and took the vegetables into the city.