What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Jing Mo wanted to follow up and ask for clarification, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he ran after Nan Xing and was afraid of being said, so he had to look for an opportunity to see if he could meet him.

In the end, I don’t know if Nan Xing deliberately avoided him or Zhou Jing joined in. Until the hole in the one-acre land was dug, Zhou Jing came to help Fang Ren, and finally helped cover the soil, but Jing Mo didn’t find a chance.

Nan Xing was always separated from him by a furrow.

Eight people planted one mu of land, and in the end there was not enough corn kernels, leaving about two points of open space, but fortunately, the planting was completed before dark, which was considered timely.

After working all afternoon, everyone was so tired that they even lost the desire to talk. Only the wife of the village chief asked, "What do you plan to plant with the extra two cents of land?"

Jing Mo stood on the ridge of the field drinking water, and said in response, "Plant some sweet potatoes and radishes."

"Alright, just don't leave it empty." The village head's wife washed the hoe and drank a few sips of water.

"Are you going to plant rice tomorrow?" Jing Mo asked.

"Well, you have to come by yourself tomorrow," said the village chief's wife.

Jingmo, who wanted to hang on, suddenly had the idea of ​​abandoning the two points of land.

"Brother Jing, I know how to plant it, leave it to me." Among this group of people, Zhou Jing was the most energetic.

Jing Mo glanced at him, but forgot about this little long-term worker: "Okay, you come to my house tomorrow to get the seeds."

"it is good."

Jing Mo said to everyone again: "Thank you for your help these past few days. If you don't dislike it, come to my house for a light meal in two days."

Xu Jiafulang immediately said: "You're welcome, you spent money to invite us, so why would you have the nerve to go to your house for dinner?"

Jing Mo smiled: "It's okay, it's just that you are busy these few days, come back after you are done, and I will let the village chief notify you when the time comes."

Mr. Xu's husband wanted to refuse, but the wife of the village head agreed: "Bring us to dinner, it must be a good meal."

"It's natural."

The village head's wife smiled and said, "I promised them on their behalf, so don't refuse, and get ready to go to Jingmo's for dinner."

Several people saw that the wife of the village head had agreed, and they couldn't refuse any more, so they all nodded.

"Thank you Jingmo."

Jing Mo smiled.

The few people who made an agreement did not stay any longer, and went home with their hoes on their backs.

They walked in front, and Nan Xing fell behind because he came out of the ground at last. He washed his hands and feet in the ditch, while Jing Mo waited beside him.

Zhou Jing didn't see it, and said happily: "Brother Jing, then I'll go back too, and I'll look for you tomorrow."

"Let's go to my house for dinner." After one afternoon, the kid was indeed as hardworking as the village head said, and Jing Mo liked him quite a lot.

"No, I have to go home and cook. Goodbye, Brother Jing."

Jing Mo waved to him.

After Nan Xing finished washing, she raised her head and found that all her companions were only from the back, and Jing Mo was standing beside him: "What are you standing there for?"

Jingmo's sentence waited for you to reach your lips, but you still didn't say it, and it became: "Are you ready?"

But sometimes, euphemistic words are more embarrassing than speaking directly.

Nan Xing, who understood what he meant in seconds, suddenly felt cramped.

He didn't know what was wrong with this man, since the meal at noon, something was wrong.

Even more so in the afternoon, after several conversations, Nan Xing faintly felt that the other party was about to cross the line.

But judging by the man's behavior, he was very decent, and there was nothing to criticize at all.

Could it be that he was overthinking again?

Nan Xing was a little confused for a while, but he couldn't just stand in the field and not go home, so he walked up from the ditch.

The two of them had no farming tools, except for the water bags tied around their waists, and their hands were empty.

Walking together at some distance, they seemed a bit out of place among the crowd of people who were carrying hoes and pulling plows.

When he was about to walk to the small bridge, Jing Mo looked sideways at Nan Xing, who was a head shorter than him, and said, "Tomorrow we will plant sweet potatoes, didn't you say that there are sweet potato vines in the field? You can show me the way, and tomorrow I will grow sweet potatoes by myself." past."

Nan Xing pursed his lips and thought about it. Indeed, he is going to plant seedlings in the field tomorrow, and he has no time to cut sweet potato vines for Jing Mo: "Okay."

His family's sweet potato field happened to be on the same road, but there was a fork in the middle of the road, but it was not far away, only about ten meters away from the main road.

Nan Xing pointed to his family's sweet potato field to show Jingmo the way, and then ordered: "Tomorrow, you bring Xiaojing with you."

Jing Mo was taken aback: "Why?"

"You know how to cut?" Nan Xing's meaning was obvious, don't ruin his land.

Jing Mo, who understood Nan Xing's meaning, couldn't help explaining: "My corn is durable, as long as it is not diseased or Xiaojing gives it to me, the yield will not be much worse."

This time it was Nan Xing's turn to be stunned.

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来啦来啦感谢在2021-12-0921:45:49~2021-12-1021:28:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Jinzun jade wine;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!