It was a stormy night, and I was so deep in sleep that I didn't know what the beauty was thinking.
The warmth of the fire bed made Yang Chen fall asleep soundly, and his snoring sounded rhythmically like playing a tuba.
Li Xiaoran, who was sleeping on the same bed, was different. He kept his eyes open almost until dawn, staring at Yang Chen's handsome side face. In his mind, he still felt the long-lost numbness from Yang Chen playing with his slender legs last night.
The next morning, after a night of deep sleep and rest, the energy consumed last night was restored to some extent.
Yang Chen sat up energetically and looked at Li Xiaoran who was still sleeping. After sinking for a moment, he gently got off the kang and walked out of the west wing.
"Uncle, are you up? Wash your face quickly and eat steamed buns. Your dad got up early and steamed steamed buns specially for you. I heard that you like to eat leeks and eggs."
"Where's Xiaoran?"
Mother-in-law Jin Mei had already made breakfast early. If she had been so temperamental, she would have knocked on the door an hour ago and urged the two of them to get up and go out for dinner. But since Yang Chen made so much money for the family, Jin Mei worked hard without complaining.
Although Yang Chen slept until half past nine, the steamed buns were being heated in the pot and kept waiting.
Seeing Yang Chen stretching out the door, Jin Mei quickly walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron and smiled enthusiastically.
"I guess I was tired last night and still fell asleep."
Yang Chen said while washing his face.
Jin Mei and Li Dashan looked at each other, their eyes full of joy, and nodded quickly: "If you are tired, then sleep more, young people can do it. But it's okay, if I can have a fat grandson by this time next year
, that would be great.”
"Forehead……"
When Yang Chen heard this, he smiled awkwardly and did not explain. He bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Well, I'll try my best."
"I'll go to the fields and look at the watermelons."
After breakfast, listening to the rustling sounds in the west wing, Yang Chen stood at the door and shouted, picked up the hoe in the corner of the yard and put it on his shoulder, holding a cigarette in his mouth and went out, towards the watermelon behind Qingshan Village.
The greenhouse walked away leisurely.
It rained and the wind blew all night, and the whole Qingshan Village seemed to have been washed away with dust.
Walking on the slightly muddy country road, Yang Chen breathed in the purest spiritual power in the world, slowly running the "Overbearing Qi" to impact the seal in his dantian anytime and anywhere. As far as he could see, everything seemed like
It looks like it has been renovated. Even the local dog in front of Uncle Jin's house has taken a bath, and its black fur is shiny.
"Yang Chen, you're still going to the ground in person this early in the morning."
After passing through half the village, we passed by the door of Aunt Zhao's house.
Aunt Zhao just happened to stand up from the hut next to the yard and walked out while holding up her pants, tying her belt and laughing.
"You must go to the fields. What will farmers eat if they don't go to the fields?"
"Auntie has a good figure."
Yang Chen looked Aunt Zhao up and down, gritted his teeth and teased.
"Look at you kid, you are not ashamed to say this. If your mother-in-law finds out, she will not beat you to death. But when my aunt was young, no one could match her figure. If not for Uncle Zhao when he was young.
With such sweet talk, I still can’t decide which family I will marry into in the city and enjoy a happy life. Now this damn guy works outside all year round, and I am the only one busy at home.”
"By the way, Yang Chen, do you still need someone to run your chicken farm? My aunt is very nimble at work, and you also praised her figure. How about I go and make some money?"
Aunt Zhao picked up her pants and walked over, pursed her lips and smiled, looking like she was coveting the left-behind woman.
"Auntie, please stop making trouble. If you go to the chicken farm, you will probably take away the souls of the uncles in our chicken farm. By then, our chicken farm will really be in trouble. Come back, please
If you think you can do it, come to our watermelon greenhouse to help harvest watermelons, and I’ll give you one hundred a day, how about that?”
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled.
"That's alright. Anyway, Auntie has a lot of strength."
Aunt Zhao nodded quickly and patted Yang Chen's chest with her right hand. Her watery eyes suddenly lit up and she said with a smile: "Oh, you're lucky, little Ran. These muscles are harder than your Uncle Zhao's when he was young.
, you can do a lot of work at night, right?"
"Ahem... Auntie is doing this so early in the morning, I can't bear it."
"Let's go!"
Women in their thirties are like wolves and tigers, not to mention left-behind women, who are even more aggressive than Tian Fang, a pure widow. Yang Chen felt that if he didn't leave, he would be dragged into the house.
"It's not like I've never seen a woman before. Just those two balls of flesh make you shy. Then call me aunt in a few days, and I'll go to the watermelon greenhouse to earn some money."
Behind her, Aunt Zhao was shouting at the top of her voice, as if she was afraid that the whole village wouldn't hear her.
Yang Chen trotted all the way out of the village and looked at the endless sky and earth. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and lit a cigarette: "I'm going, it's too dangerous to stay in this village. It's really a sin to be handsome. I can't do it."
I’m about to lose my virginity!”
He glanced behind him in shock to make sure that Aunt Zhao was not following him, and then walked towards the watermelon greenhouse.
The five-acre watermelon greenhouse is like a landmark building in Qingshan Village, which has already had a bumper harvest.
Yang Chen opened the thick door curtain and got in. A stream of hot and humid air hit his face, and it felt like the clothes on his body were instantly wet.
I quickly glanced at the dense vines in the greenhouse. Fist-sized green watermelons were hanging on the vines, and a strange fragrance filled the entire greenhouse.
Yang Chen nodded with satisfaction and murmured: "It seems that the fertilizer I prepared before is very effective. Today I will use the "Vitality Technique" to push a wave of infuriating energy to speed up the growth. I will fertilize again and the watermelon will be watermelon after five or six days.
You can pick it now! But when you look back, you have to ask Sister Lu to keep an eye on it, because she feels like something has come in and chewed the watermelon, and she only picked the big ones."
After wandering around the five acres of land twice, Yang Chen chose a position in the middle to sit cross-legged.
He gently held two thick vines with both hands. The zhenqi in his body was quickly mobilized and slowly entered the vines along the palms of his hands. He began to follow the route of "The Art of Life", using the vines as meridians to continuously move the zhenqi.
The Qi breaks into filaments and enters thousands of vines.
For a whole hour, Yang Chen sat motionless in the warm greenhouse.
His forehead was covered with sweat, dripping down his cheeks.
The high temperature in the greenhouse and the consumption of his true energy made his body somewhat exhausted.
But the vines in the greenhouse seemed to have been nourished by pure power, becoming brand new and full of vitality.
"Woof woof woof!"
Just when less than 10% of the energy in Yang Chen's body was consumed, suddenly a little puppy's voice came from his ears, and then he heard a rustling sound.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and his deep eyes instantly locked onto a small black dog fifty meters away, with black hair all over its body and less than forty centimeters long, lying in the vines, with its head pushed away.
A watermelon means happiness.
"Huh? Could it be that it gnawed the watermelon in the greenhouse? It looks like it's very familiar with it."
He looked at it for a long time, then suddenly stood up and shouted: "Hey, little black dog, if you want to eat our watermelon, do you have to inform us in advance?"
"Woof woof!"
The little black dog who was intoxicated by the scent of watermelon was startled. He instinctively held half of the watermelon and jumped into the air. He jumped three meters high and landed five meters away. He stared at Yang Chen warily, showing provocation.
look.
"It's interesting. Not only can this little guy understand human speech, but he also has a spiritual energy about him. If he were put together with the native dogs in the village, he would probably become the boss."