Retired soldier king and his little sweetheart

Zhuang Xiaoduo slept until the sun was up.

With a chicken coop, I went to the field to pick some food and came back. When I came back, I found a water pump at the door of the house.

Just when it was strange, the aunt at the opposite door happened to come out with her grandson in her arms.

"Xiao Tang brought it here."

Zhuang Xiaoduo remembered what Tang Huai said last night that his rice field was holed by mice, and the water drained away.

He tried to lift it, it was so heavy.

After eating a simple lunch, Zhuang Xiaoduo felt very sleepy again and wanted to take a nap, but when he saw the water pump at the door, he felt a little anxious.

It seems that I want to get off work but see that the PPT to be used tomorrow is still blank.

But the sun is so poisonous, and he is so sleepy.

After several struggles, Zhuang Xiaoduo set an alarm clock for himself and slept for an hour.

When he woke up again, it was already sunset, and Zhuang Xiaoduo only vaguely remembered that he had turned off the alarm clock of his mobile phone in a daze.

"I'm just a salted fish."

Zhuang Xiaoduo was paralyzed like a mermaid on the bed in frustration.

In the end it was hunger that made him get out of bed.

There was still leftover rice in the rice cooker, Zhuang Xiaoduo scooped a large spoonful of bad chili from the jar.

Turn on the fire, put in vegetable oil, heat the oil, add the bad peppers, stir-fry until the color of the bad peppers is darker, and the aroma is stimulated, then add the leftover rice, stir-fry for 3 minutes, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and put it into a large bowl.

Spicy and not greasy.

This is one of the few "dishes" that Zhuang Xiaoduo is good at.

After eating, Zhuang Xiaoduo put the bowl into the sink and soaked it with the pot.

Wash the dishes or something, let's talk about digestion.

Lying on the worn out old sofa and watching TV for a while, Zhang Lili called.

"Xiaoduo, is it okay in the countryside? When will the cities be surrounded from the countryside?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo was at a loss for words, that was what Zhuang Xiaoduo talked to Zhang Lili when he left his job, saying that sooner or later he would make a fortune on the black land, encircle the city from the countryside, and then invite Zhang Lili to be his secretary.

"It's coming soon, the rice is growing very well, and the yield per mu is estimated to be [-] jin."

Zhang Lili laughed at him for bragging about not writing drafts, saying that she was still working overtime and was taking a breather downstairs in the company.

The two chatted happily for 10 minutes, and Zhuang Xiaoduo who hung up the phone looked bewildered.

On the TV set at eight o'clock, the TV series Gouxue Xianxia was playing lively.

"No, I can't do this."

Zhuang Xiaoduo learned from the pain, ran back to the bedroom and took out the computer, sat down on the cold floor tiles, opened Word on the coffee table, and adjusted the TV to the agricultural channel.

Start writing a farming plan.

June 6 program.

Get up at [-] o'clock, go to pump water for the rice fields, check the water volume of all the rice fields, and whether there are any mouse holes (expected to be completed in three hours).

Go to town to buy meat and new seasonings.

Eat at twelve o'clock, and weed the vegetable and pepper fields in the afternoon.

80% of the seasonings left by my grandfather have been opened for more than a year, and the 20% that have not passed a year are salt and monosodium glutamate.

Zhuang Xiaoduo finished writing, adjusted the layout, font size and spacing, and skillfully pressed Ctrl+P (print shortcut key).

... When will we get rid of the habit of beating workers.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was speechless, heaved a long sigh, ran back to the bedroom quickly, took out the notebook and marker pen, and began to copy the words on the Word to the notebook.

There are two copies, and one is posted in a conspicuous place in the bedroom and living room.

It is really difficult for modern people to maintain self-discipline without the prescribed schedule of schools and companies.

Most likely, Zhuang Xiao was lying on the sofa looking at his schedule, remembering that those full-time self-media bloggers seemed easy in the past, but in fact it was already very difficult to produce content without repeating only self-restraint.

Ugh.

However, the self-media has really made a lot of money in the past two years, and the company has also found some self-media before...

Um?self-media?

Zhuang Xiaoduo stands up like a salted fish, I can try to be a self-media!

As soon as he said it, Zhuang Xiaoduo immediately contacted a blogger who had a good relationship with him and asked her what equipment she needed.

Finally, on the recommendation of the other party, I bought cameras, balancers, noise reduction equipment and radio equipment online, quietly looking forward to becoming a new generation of rural lifestyle bloggers after the arrival of the equipment.

MiMi: [However, Xiaoduo, I suggest that you try to record videos with your mobile phone first to see if you can persist. It is actually more difficult to insist on carrying a camera with you and holding it up under the eyes of others anytime, anywhere. 】Zhuang Xiaoduo looked at the other party's reminder, and then thought about the flow of people in the village, and felt that other people's eyes should be fine.

With some direction, Zhuang Xiaoduo fell asleep in peace.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Zhuang Xiaoduo got up on time, cooked noodles, ate sunscreen, put on a hat and ice sleeves, and stood at the door of the house fully armed and turned on the mobile phone video to point at the water pump.

"It's 08:30 in the morning, I'm going to pump water for the rice fields, Zhuang Xiaoduo, come on~"

After Zhuang Xiaoduo finished speaking, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and then thought that this familiar way of refueling had already been overturned by a senior.

So I recorded it again and added an empty shot of the sky.

However, the water pump is a tough nut to crack.

It's just too heavy.

Zhuang Xiaoduo had no choice but to find the trolley, put the water pump in and push it away.

After finally pushing it to the side of the road closest to the rice field, Zhuang Xiaoduo moved down the water pump, took out his mobile phone, and leaned against the stone to support it.

He panted and said to the camera: "I'm now... going to move it to that ditch over there, and then my field is the third field past the ditch."

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Xiaoduo clenched the handle tightly and gathered his strength to lift it up.

After walking two meters, Zhuang Xiaoduo stopped and rested with his hands on his hips. After walking another two meters, he stopped and squatted on the ridge to rest.

Three or four times like this, Zhuang Xiaoduo walked a section of the field ridge, and there was still two-thirds of the distance from the ditch.

The camera was still standing on the side of the road to record, but Zhuang Xiaoduo was dying.

When I was squatting on the ridge of the field thinking about life, I heard the roar of a motorcycle in the distance.

Tang Huai just came back from the town and bought a lot of ingredients at the morning market. From a long distance, he saw people suspected of being Zhuang Xiaoduo moving on the ridge of the field like a turtle.

He parked the car on the right side, confirmed that it was Zhuang Xiaoduo, and strode towards him.

Zhuang Xiaoduo stood up and put his palm on his forehead to block the glare of the sun.

Tang Huai walked towards the backlight like a god, wearing a black T-shirt, semi-permanent camouflage overalls, and Martin boots.

Wearing Ray-Ban sunglasses today.

"Let me do it." Tang Huai walked up to him, ignoring the sluggish Zhuang Xiaoduo, picked up the water pump with one hand and walked towards the big ditch without saying a word.

Unfold the rolled water pipe with a brush, pull one end to Zhuang Xiaoduo's field, and connect the other end to the water pump neatly.

Then pull out the plugboard from the spare irrigation box in the village, plug in the electricity, and the water pump will start pumping water.

It took less than 5 minutes in total.

Zhuang Xiaoduo didn't know whether it was because he was too tired to carry things or because he was shy seeing Tang Huai's nympho, both of his faces were flushed.

He came over and kept saying thank you.

Tang Huai took off his glasses, and looked at the rice fields that were already a little dry at the edge with a blank expression.

"You should have come yesterday."

Before Zhuang Xiaoduo could reply, Tang Huai started to walk back, leaving only one sentence: "Come to my house for lunch."

To be honest, Tang Huai was a little disgusted with Zhuang Xiaoduo's laziness.

But to see him struggling with the water pump, his face covered in sweat until the plateau blush, I feel a little pity for him.

Besides, I promised myself that I could have dinner with him.

Tang Huai convinced himself, stepped on his motorcycle, and left without looking back.

Zhuang Xiaoduo saw Tang Huai's back disappearing at the end of the path before he remembered that his mobile phone was still driving by the side of the road, so he hurried to take it back.

Waiting for the time to pump water, Zhuang Xiaoduo walked around the one-acre field twice, and found three mouse holes, one of which was simply blocked.

Presumably it was Tang Huai who blocked him.

Zhuang Xiaoduo squatted on the ridge of the field, dug out the mud in the field with both hands and pressed it back and forth three times. After confirming that the three holes were plugged firmly enough, he stood by the water pump.

By the way, edit the video just now and make a vibrato.

There are two previous videos on Zhuang Xiaoduo's Douyin, one is the promotional video of the company's New Year's Day last year, and the other is the elevated night scene of the inner ring that he took in the taxi after get off work late at night.

All just likes from a few friends.

Zhuang Xiaoduo downloaded a video clip, cut a few clips from the morning, doubled the speed, and added a fresh Japanese background music to it.

Not even filters and subtitles.

The approximate plot cut out is that Caijizhuang Xiaoduo started to pull the water pump early in the morning, but he couldn't move it when he pulled it to the side of the road, and then a tall man came over to handle it easily, and left gracefully.

Only Zhuang Xiaoduo remained in place.

Copywriter: I'm really trash.

After it was sent out, the water in this field was almost ready, so I quickly turned off the switch, pulled the pipe to the next field, checked the mouse hole, and guarded the pump.

I was also taken aback by a water snake in a big ditch.

After finishing it, Zhuang Xiaoduo vowed not to be a chicken again, and then moved the water pump back into the trolley as before.

When it was pushed to his own house at the entrance of the village, many people in Zhuang Xiao were already useless.

Zhuang Xiaoduo went home and drank a large glass of water, put on flip-flops and pushed them to Tang Huai's house vigorously.

As soon as he walked into the yard, he felt the strong aroma of sour soup. Zhuang Xiaoduo washed his hands and feet by the pool.

Tang Huai saw Zhuang Xiaoduo coming from the kitchen window.

Seeing his appearance about to fall apart, the contempt just disappeared in an instant, and he said loudly: "The food will be ready soon, rest at the table."

Hearing Tang Huai's still "command" concern, Zhuang Xiaoduo obediently sat down in the yard.

Just about to play with the phone, a little yellow dog rushed into the yard, circled around Zhuang Xiaoduo, smelling here and there.

Zhuang Xiaoduo reached out to stroke its head and said, "What a cute puppy."

The puppy narrowed its eyes in satisfaction and wagged its tail happily.

In order to show that it also likes Zhuang Xiaoduo, the puppy sticks out its tongue and licked Zhuang Xiaoduo's calf, then licked again, and then backed up with a whimper, panting with its tongue out.

Zhuang Xiaoduo laughed: "Isn't it very salty?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo lifted Erlang's legs and came closer to smell his knees.

Say to the puppy: "Do you know why I'm so salty? Because I'm a salty fish."

When Tang Huai came out with plain sour soup and fried beef with celery, he heard Zhuang Xiaoduo saying that he was a salted fish, so he put down the vegetables.

"All dogs in the countryside will eat shit."

Ah ah

Zhuang Xiaoduo jumped up on the spot, and rushed to the faucet to punch his legs.

Tang Huai sat down with some rice that had been left out, and asked Zhuang Xiaoduo what time it was.

Zhuang Xiaoduo took out his mobile phone and saw the prompt on the screen of the mobile phone, he was so scared that he almost threw away the mobile phone.

——'Your Douyin short video has 3000+ likes. '

Zhuang Xiao clicked in more, it was the video posted in the morning, and there were more than 100 comments, the most popular comment was: President Tian Gengba and his good-for-nothing little wife.

"what time is it?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo quickly glanced at the time: "12:21."

Then the screen was locked immediately, and the whole head was so ashamed that it was about to breathe fire.

Tang Huai frowned slightly and looked at him: "What's wrong? Fever again?"