During the day, the farm is busy and fulfilling. The roar of the engineering light armor is endless, and the agricultural light armor is working diligently in the fields. In the evening, when the day's work is over, the light armor turns off one after another, and the noisy farm becomes quiet.
Mo Wenchuan jumped off the engineering armor and followed the crowd into the restaurant.
Uncle Gen beside him couldn't help but ask: "Old Mo, have you ever done engineering before?"
Uncle Gen originally thought that Mo Wenchuan was a gangster, but he didn't expect that Mo Wenchuan got on the engineering light armor and immediately took action, doing the work meticulously and well. He also made some very professional suggestions during the process, which impressed Jasmine and the doctor and praised him repeatedly.
Mo Wenchuan said humbly: "I worked for a while when I was young."
As he spoke, he picked up a large rice bowl.
This move immediately aroused Zong Ya's vigilance. He stared at Mo Wenchuan's back from behind the team with an unkind expression.
Large rice bowl...competitor appears!
And when Zong Ya found that the ribs in his rice bowl were half less than Mo Wenchuan's, he immediately became furious: "Jasmine, why does he have more ribs than me?"
Jasmine replied: "He has done his job."
Zong Ya frowned with veins popping out on his neck: "I'm working too!"
"He does a better job than you." Jasmine added: "He paid back the money. Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, you will lose!"
Zongya almost exploded, but he did not dare to get angry at Jasmine and could only glare at Mo Wenchuan fiercely.
hateful!
Mo Wenchuan was not afraid, smiled slightly at Zong Ya, and raised the large rice bowl in his hand: "Admit it."
Zong Ya suddenly put away his anger and snorted coldly: "You work for nothing just for a bite to eat, how can you be so cheap?"
Mo Wenchuan was not angry and said happily: "Because it's worth it. The food cooked by Miss Jasmine is the real delicacy in the world. It is already a great luck to encounter it."
Jasmine looked delighted and found it very useful.
Mo Wenchuan then showed a harmless smile to Zongya: "How can a little physical effort match Miss Jasmine's delicious food? I really feel that I need to pay more!"
Zongya almost jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.
Jasmine smiled happily: "What a great idea! We'll wait until the Zong Shen redeems himself. He's still a prisoner now!"
Mo Wenchuan is thoughtful, is he a prisoner?
He glanced at the quiet Luo Chaijia and continued to eat with his head down.
Long Cheng was listless at the dinner table, unable to even eat, which made Jasmine a little worried: "Teacher, are you okay if you didn't sleep last night?"
"Well, I had a nightmare."
"Nightmare? Teacher actually has nightmares?" Jasmine's eyes lit up. In her mind, the teacher was like a fighting machine without emotions. She couldn't help but asked curiously: "What kind of nightmare? Did you dream about running out of money?"
She pouted: "The doctor used to spend money lavishly and asked me to take care of the accounts. My pocket money was very small, so he forced me to work part-time online. I had nightmares every day about having no money. It was so scary. Until I met
Daodao, I will stop having nightmares. Daodao is my Bai Yueguang!"
Catherine, who lowered her head to eat, didn't even raise her eyelids: "Am I in charge of the accounts? Then aren't we going to starve to death?"
Jasmine looked indignant: "Is this what a mother can say?"
Catherine was elated: "I am self-aware, you are capable and hardworking, and we are the perfect mother and daughter."
Jasmine didn't want to pay attention to her. She turned around and asked Long Cheng with a face full of gossip: "Teacher, tell me quickly, what kind of nightmare is it?"
Long Cheng, who was engrossed in eating, stopped and said, "I dreamed of an acquaintance."
"acquaintance?"
Everyone came together.
"Well, he talked a lot and persuaded me to go back." Long Cheng's mind was still a little groggy, and the nightmare last night made him exhausted. Of course, despite being very tired, he still insisted on finishing today's work.
Jasmine was a little excited. The teacher didn't mention a word about her past and kept it secret. Today she finally opened the door and asked quickly: "Teacher, where did he ask you to go back?"
“A very bad place.”
"A bad place? Where is that?"
"I don't know either."
"And then?"
Long Cheng was just about to say that he had killed the instructor, and then he looked at the concerned grandma next to him and secretly exclaimed that it was dangerous. He almost said murder in front of grandma!
He subconsciously sat up straight and straightened his expression: "Then I will reason with him."
Jasmine was stunned: "Be reasonable?"
Will the teacher be reasonable?
Long Cheng nodded seriously: "Yes, I reasoned with him very seriously. In the past, every time I finished reasoning with him, I buried him and planted grass on the grave, and he would wake up from his dream. This time it was strange, he would
resurrection."
"I reasoned with him over and over again, and he came back to life again and again. I told him that there was still a lot of work to do during the day, but he didn't listen and kept trying to get me to reason with him. I was exhausted."
Grandma heard the grievance in Long Cheng's tone, smiled and stretched out her wrinkled palm, patting Long Cheng's back: "Acheng is good, Acheng is not afraid."
Everyone couldn't help but show a look of sympathy.
"very scary!"
"What a nightmare!"
"If I had such a nightmare, I would definitely be driven crazy."
Only Jasmine was puzzled, unable to imagine the scene described by the teacher. When would the teacher be able to reason? Can she still make others reasonable until they lie down in their graves? She had attended so many classes with the teacher, but she had never listened to him.
reason.
After telling the nightmare, Long Cheng felt much better.
Zong Ya quietly finished the last grain of rice in the rice bowl, raised his bandaged head, and stared at Mo Wenchuan maliciously: "What kind of knife is that? Are you full? Zong Shen is so kind.
Let me give you some advice."
Hearing this, Mo Wenchuan chuckled: "Can you give me some advice? Yes! But, if the beating hurts Zongshen, you won't cry, right?"
Zong Ya sneered: "It turns out that what you are good at is your mouth. Don't worry, Zong Shen will be merciful. The most he can do is beat your mouth to pieces."
After saying that, he walked out of the restaurant first.
Mo Wenchuan felt the strong fighting spirit emanating from Zong Ya and stood up with a smile.
There was a lot of fun to watch, and other people immediately followed in droves.
***********
In a messy living room, two people were confronting each other.
The white lacquered gold-edged coffee table fell to the ground, leaving only two table legs. The sofa was broken into two parts, the exquisite carpet on the floor was riddled with holes, fragments of various cups and saucers, fallen chandeliers, and household appliances were scattered everywhere.
.
7758's usually round and smooth head had blue veins bursting out, as if many thick earthworms were entrenched on top of his head. He was extremely angry at the moment, his eyes were spitting fire, and his expression was ferocious.
"What did you tell me? You said you promise! Promise there is no 2333! Ah, can you promise me another one?"
"You're saying that 2333 will never come to Magnolia Star! What a fucking crow mouth you have! Why should I come to this shit place with you!"
"I'm so fucking stupid! I'm following you, this unlucky star! What a bullshit promotion mission, this is a mission from the underworld!"
Opposite him, 521 also looked very embarrassed. His plaid tweed suit was messy and stained with dirt of various colors. His tie was torn off and the gold-rimmed glasses on his face were missing a lens.
521, whose head was as big as a bucket, swallowed, opened his hands and made a downward gesture: "Brother, calm down, let's talk carefully if we have anything to say."
What responded to him was 7758's rage and hysteria: "Say it properly? How do you want me to say it properly? Who the hell is your brother? You're a scumbag! You're going to kill me!"
521 said with difficulty: "Brother, I don't want to either, people are not as good as God..."
7758 took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but his eyes were red, like red-hot irons, staring at 521: "Let's show it off, how many things are you hiding from me? This mission is basically impossible.
It’s not as simple as you said, right? You’re looking for me to support you, right?”
521 kept complaining: "It's unfair, brother, I don't know anything! If I knew, could I come?"
7758 sneered: "You don't know? Okay, 2333 we won't talk about it. Where's [Mountain Throne]? Why did [Mountain Throne] appear too? With a third stage, you don't know anything? Do you just want to say it?"
Such a coincidence?"
521 opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Any explanation given at this moment would be feeble.
7758 stood up again, with an expressionless face: "I don't care what your mission is, or what your intentions are. I am worthy of you for being injured this time. You can handle the rest by yourself, and don't bother me."
"I'll get out of here!"
521 hesitated for a moment, then said weakly: "Brother, the He family has completely blocked Magnolia Star, and you can't leave now..."
7758, who had just calmed down, was like a powder keg that was exploded on the spot. His delicate face instantly became twisted and ferocious, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
Boom!
There was a loud noise and the whole house shook.
7758 grabbed 521's neck with his palm and stretched his arms against the wall. Half of 521's body was embedded in the wall, surrounded by cracks like a spider web. His gold-rimmed glasses were missing. His face was pale, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
7758 was like a beast on the verge of extinction, roaring angrily: "I don't care! I want to leave this shit planet!"
521 felt like he was out of breath, and with a look of pain on his face, he squeezed out from his throat: "Brother, we can find a way..."
7758 felt like he was going crazy, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
521's heart trembled, and he thought something was wrong. He was about to speak when suddenly, 7758's communicator rang.
Who dares to disturb me at this damn time!
Losing his mind, 7758 answered the call immediately and cursed: "Are you looking for death..."
Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.
521 saw 7758's expression suddenly freeze, his whole body became stiff, and he lost his mind. After a while, the hand holding his neck loosened.
With a thud, 521 fell from the wall and lay on the ground, greedily breathing the precious air. When his mind became clearer, he struggled to sit up from the ground and looked at 7758.
7758's face lost all look at this moment. Even though the communication had been hung up, he still maintained the same posture and remained motionless.
521 had an ominous premonition and asked tentatively: "Brother, what's wrong?"
7758 turned around numbly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's over."
521 felt even more uneasy, tried hard to control his emotions, and asked: "What happened? Speak up and let's find a solution together."
"There is nothing we can do. There is nothing we can do."
7758 shook his head, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were empty and his tone was dull.
"I can't leave now. It's over. It's all over."
521 became more and more anxious: "What happened?"
7758 forced out an extremely ugly smile: "My boss is here and asked me not to leave but to pick him up."
"Your boss?" 521 was a little confused. He suddenly reacted and his pupils shrank: "No. 77?"
