Excellent little farmer

Aunt Wenying looked at Ye Qingquan who was sleeping soundly on the bed with some affection. She had just whispered to her daughter for a while, but her daughter's attitude made her feel a little worried.

It's not true that she doesn't like Xiaoquan, but she does like it, but she always feels that it lacks a little warmth, which makes Aunt Wenying quite troubled.

At this time, I was having a sweet dream, and the people in my dream were constantly changing, which made me dazzled. Mu Wanlan, Mu Tingting, Song Jiaqi... and even Kong Xiangyun and Ling Fei appeared. I tried hard to hug them, but I couldn't. I always couldn't catch one. I finally caught one, but found that I only caught her coat.

After waking up from the sweet dream, I stretched out with some regret. In some countries, you can marry multiple wives, which is really a blessing.

I heard that there are even more powerful ones. It seems that there are some tribes in Africa. As long as you can afford it, you can even marry dozens of wives, but you can only dream about these.

I listened to everything Aunt Wenying said yesterday.

The old man wanted me to earn money to buy a house. It was probably due to Fang Zhengyuan's influence. He had no income in these years and relied entirely on Song Jiaqi to support the family. The old couple were afraid that their daughter would follow the same old path again.

Where can I find ways to make money? I scratched my head and thought about it.

I still have some stocks on hand that my mother left before her death, and they have probably fallen terribly. Forget it, I don't want to do this anymore, I might as well sell it someday and buy some decent jewelry for Song Jiaqi.

How about doing some business with Mu Wanlan? This is a quick way to make money. If I have Boss Mu's support, I guess I have a great chance of buying a house.

But after thinking about it for a moment, I couldn't help but shake my head. I grew up with Song Jiaqi, and I know her character very well. Even though she looks delicate, gorgeous, and looks weak, she never has sand in her eyes.

If Song Jiaqi finds out about my relationship with Mu Wanlan in the future, and that I bought the house with the help of the other party, then the matter will definitely become a big deal, and Song Jiaqi will really break up with me. I don’t dare to take this risk. .

I've been thinking about ways to make money all morning, but after much thought, I didn't come up with any good ideas.

After lunch, I was about to lie down and squint for a while, when I heard Aunt Wenying’s voice outside the door greeting people: "Xiangyun, are you looking for Xiaoquan? He is here. He just finished eating, come in and sit down."

I was stunned, got up and walked out. Kong Xiangyun was standing in the yard, wearing a long green skirt and a pair of white high-heeled sandals. She stood as gracefully as a lotus in water. Her long hair was tied back casually. There was a book in his hand.

"Kong Xiangyun, come in and sit down." I greeted, looked at Aunt Wenying, and asked, "Auntie, where is Sister Jiaqi?"

"She went to the store and asked you to sleep a little longer."

Aunt Wenying looked at Kong Xiangyun who entered the room and said with a complicated expression. She now somewhat understands Song Jiaqi's thoughts. As soon as her daughter gets divorced, if she ends up with Xiao Quan, how will outsiders talk about her? People would probably guess that her daughter had already had an affair with Koizumi.

Moreover, Koizumi is such an outstanding kid and so handsome, alas! Just like the daughter of the old Kong family, they all chased her home. What’s depressing is that they can’t tell the story about the relationship between Xiaoquan and her daughter yet. What happened...

"Uncle Song is not at home?" Kong Xiangyun asked.

"Maybe I went to play chess with my old colleagues from the factory. Their old masters like to get together to play chess and poker when they have nothing to do." I said with a smile.

"What were you doing last night? Are you getting up now?" Kong Xiangyun noticed that I seemed to have just gotten up.

"Uh!..." I was speechless. How could I say something? After a pause, I said, "Well, I wrote some materials last night and went to bed late. I just need to catch up on some sleep today. "

"You also want to catch up on your sleep in the afternoon?" Kong Xiangyun said with some regret.

"Well, the beauty is here, and the sleepyheads have already flown away. Where can I sleep?"

Without thinking of a word of ridicule, Kong Xiangyun blushed and said coquettishly: "Qingquan, I noticed that you have become more and more glib after working."

After their trip to Qilin Mountain, Kong Xiangyun and Ling Fei also called me at work from time to time, which made me afraid to talk casually when I answered the phone. I had to carefully listen to whose voice it was before I answered. The relationship between the two of them has also become a little subtle, which makes me a little bit happy.

"Where is the glibness? I just feel that there is no need to live such a boring life! Don't you think so? This is called having a sense of humor."

"What are you planning to do this afternoon?" Kong Xiangyun pretended to be very casual and said, "It's okay. How about we go to the library and read a book?"

"Okay, but I don't know if the factory library is open on Sundays?" I haven't been to the factory library for a long time.

Kong Xiangyun nodded and said: "It's open, but there are basically no people."

"It's better to be quiet." I agreed readily, which made Kong Xiangyun happy but also a little uneasy.

The library was too quiet. Except for an administrator who was about to retire, the entire library was empty without a single reader. Kong Xiangyun and I sat side by side. Kong Xiangyun was reading political books, apparently preparing for the correspondence examination.

I was boringly flipping through some economic books. I found them boring. I stood up and was about to change a newspaper. I tilted my head and glanced at what book Kong Xiangyun was reading. At this glance, I was stunned. It was too white.

Kong Xiangyun was a little surprised that I stood beside her without saying a word, but she didn't realize anything and asked casually: "Qingquan, you have been sitting for too long, do you want to stand?"

"Yeah." I agreed casually, but my eyes slid down the neckline of my dress.

"How about we go for a walk." When Kong Xiangyun seemed to realize something, I had already turned my head to one side and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

The library is located at the junction of the living area and the production area of ​​the agricultural machinery factory. The location is somewhat remote. A pond is next to the library, and a pine forest is next to it. This is an old pine forest that was preserved when the factory was built. The terrain is somewhat undulating, and the sun is scorching outside. It was like a fire, and the heat was steaming, but as soon as we walked into the pine forest, the heatstroke suddenly disappeared and it was extremely cool.

Neither of us spoke, we just walked silently on the rugged path. This pine forest covers dozens of acres. It is rare for people to walk this far.

Suddenly, I stopped and listened carefully. Seeing Kong Xiangyun open her mouth to ask questions in confusion, I put my finger up to my mouth to signal her not to speak, but I held Kong Xiangyun in one hand and tiptoed along the soil ridge carefully.

There were dead branches and pine needles everywhere in the forest. Fortunately, the sound of wind passing by from time to time caused bursts of pine waves, which also covered up the sound of the two of us walking.

When Kong Xiangyun and I held our breaths and quietly climbed up the ridge from the bottom of the ridge, and then bit by bit pushed aside the dead grass in front of us, a blood-curdling scene appeared in front of them.

Someone is playing wild game.