Accompany by A Fool to do Farming

"Zhao Ah, call me an old hen." Zhong Ziqi pads her feet in Zhao Ning's yard looking for which chicken is the fattest.

"Okay, I'll let Shengzi pick the fattest one for you. Brother Qi, how is Zhengan?" Zhao Ama asked from the side.

"It's better, I'm thinking about reopening these days."

"Brother Qi, none of us said the news of Zhengan's recovery, but it is estimated that someone will see the signs soon. I wonder if Wang Cuihua's family is not willing to give up, and you must be entangled with you. You have to think of a countermeasure. "At the same time, Zhao Ama, who lives in a village, knows Wang Cuihua as a person, and is the most shameless.

Zhong Ziqi nodded: "I see, ah."

Carrying the little hen bought from Zhao Amo's house, Zhong Ziqi came home and plucked his hair and shaved his intestines into chicken soup.

Zhao Zhengan’s face looked bitter when he looked at the chicken soup. From the day he woke up, it was soup. Three meals a day, three meals were all soup. Although Zhong Ziqi’s craftsmanship was good, he couldn’t stand it because it was too light. Besides, he drank too much soup. He always runs the toilet, which is really a headache.

How can Zhong Ziqi couldn't see what he was thinking, and gave him a slanted look: "After eating this chicken, I won't stew it for you. If I want to eat it in the future, I won't make it for you."

Zhao Zhengan smiled flatteringly. He knew that the other party was knives-mouthed tofu, and he only asked him to pretend to be pitiful and immediately break the power.

"I want to reopen the stall in two days." Zhong Ziqi said to Zhao Zhengan in a negotiating tone.

Zhao Zhengan frowned: "I will go with you."

"You can't go, you're not so good yet!" Zhong Ziqi said.

"But I don't worry, what do you do?" Zhao Zhengan said.

"Isn't there Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng? It's okay. I have already settled with the owner of Jinhua Restaurant." Zhong Ziqi remembered that Zhao Zhengan didn't know yet, so he repeated the matter.

Zhao Zhengan nodded: "You are still thoughtful, but you can't take it lightly. Buy a dagger for self-defense."

"Don't worry, I know how to count. Just wait at home. I'll be back soon."

So-things are settled so happily.

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South of the Yangtze River-a land of gold and jade, a gentle and rich town, this is the evaluation given by people who have been there. It is different from the north. The people live and work in peace and contentment. Few beggars pass by on the streets. Everyone has a smile on their faces, which is worthy of the title of land of fish and rice.

On this day, a big ship docked on the shore, and a crowd of people hulled around: "Master, you are back."

"Master has worked hard, Madam and they are waiting

For you. "

Gao Hanjin waved his hand as if drove the fly, and he got a headache because of the noise: "I see, I will go back now."

"Azhuo, you can arrange the rest. I will go back first." Gao Hanjin said to the tall man behind him. He just wants to go back and take a good hot bath. He hasn't taken a bath for more than ten days. It's stinky, it's too humiliating.

"Yes, master."

Gao Hanjin returned to the Gao family compound, and the first to greet him was his eight-year-old brother.

"Brother, you are back." The somewhat chubby Gao Hanbo plunged into Gao Hanjin's arms to act like a baby.

Gao Hanjin's face softly picked up his brother: "Is Bo'er behaved at home? Did you miss your brother?"

"Bo'er is very good, thinking about my brother every day." Gao Hanbo said obediently with his arms around Gao Hanjin's neck, his cheeks and his cheeks and his eyes wide open.

"Brother also wants to silk, you go to the house and wait for your brother, will your brother take a bath first?" Gao Hanjin kissed his brother's tender face and put him down.

"Good." Gao Hanbo nodded obediently and ran back into the room.

Gao Hanjin walked through the corridor to her room, where the hot water was ready.

Gao Hanjin closed the door and took off her clothes and sat in the tub.

Soaked in a hot bath comfortably, Gao Hanjin washed her hair, hesitated for a moment, picked up the water and wiped his forehead, as he kept wiping, a red cinnabar mole immediately appeared, and he was a brother. Some cinnabar moles.

Carefully cleaned her face, Gao Hanjin wiped her body dry and put on her clothes, sat on the dressing table, picked up a sticky thing and rubbed it on the cinnabar little by little, and soon there was no trace of it. He became a man again.

Gao Hanjin cleared up and went to his father's room. He happened to be there too. "Daddy, Eminem, I'm back."

"It's fine to come back. This trip has suffered a lot, right?" Mother Gao looked distressed and pulled her son over and sat on the bedside carefully: "They are all thinner." Doesn't he know his own son? , Spoiled since childhood, and it is the first time to travel far.

Gao Hanjin smiled: "How can it be so exaggerated, Eminem, is Dad better?" Gao Hanjin looked at the man lying on the bed sleeping, his face was a little pale, but it was longer than when he left.

Gao's mother shook Gao Hanjin's hand: "It's much better. The doctor said that after raising her, she almost recovered."

"That's good." Gao Hanjin breathed a sigh of relief. His father had suddenly fallen ill before. The doctor said that he was too exhausted and the disease invaded and needed to be raised, but Nuo's big family business was supported by him. He fell in need. A person who maintains the situation, there are only two young masters in the entire Gao family, one is him and the other is eight-year-old Gao Hanbo. In the end, only Gao Hanjin is suitable for this burden. He does not refute, anyway, he was originally...

After talking with Eminem for a while, Gao Hanjin came out, and he sent Stoudemire to go out.

Two blocks away from the Gao family stands another big house. This is the Shen family, the accomplice of the Gao family.

Gao Hanjin often enters and exits here, so the guards let them go without notification. Gao Hanjin found the man's study and knocked on it.

"Come in." A deep magnetic voice sounded.

Gao Hanjin smiled triumphantly, he knew he would be here. He opened the door and raised a smile: "Yubei, I'm back."

The handsome man sitting behind the desk raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Close the door."

Gao Hanjin's face collapsed: "Oh" raised his hand to close the door, and then leaned in front of someone who was looking at the account book: "You are so cold, I will come to you as soon as I come back, hum."

Shen Yubei looked at the ledger motionlessly.

Gao Hanjin has become accustomed to Shen Yubei’s indifference. He likes Shen Yubei and has loved it since he was a child. Shen Yubei is also the only outsider who knows that he is a brother. He clings to him and haunts him. Although Shen Yubei is cold Some but never refused. He thinks he should like him a little bit too?

It's just that he is nineteen this year, and Shen Yubei is twenty-four. The Shen family urges him to urge him, and those who do not get married at twenty-four are really worrying.

Although Gao Hanjin is very happy because he has the opportunity to do so, but he always feels hesitated because he can't touch his heart, because Gao Hanjin has not given him a promise, and he treats him no differently from others.

He is not young anymore. As a brother, nineteen years old is considered old, and it is even harder to find him when he is twenty years old. Moreover, his special conditions seem to be met only by Shen Yubei around him, but what on earth is Shen Yubei? What do you think?

He can never catch his heart!

With a sigh, Gao Hanjin lay on the table.

Shen Yubei glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Sigh, why are you not happy going out to have fun?"

Gao Hanjin pouted dissatisfiedly, knowing why he was sighing and pretending to be stupid: "Is there any fun, I can't take a bath all the way, it's dirty."

Shen Yubei can understand that as a brother, he can't stand the mess.

Gao Hanjin whispered to Shen Yubei

Shen Yubei did not interrupt him when he talked about what happened to his northern party, letting him say happily, and occasionally responded.

"By the way, I ate a kind of noodles in a small town called... cold noodles. It's not delicious but very unique..." Gao Hanjin described it carefully. This was the only thing he recognized the aftertaste of the northern party. The food, when he returned, he didn't see the stall. Instead, he bought it in a restaurant. It is estimated that the stall owner sold it.

"The stall owner is a brother, he looks like he is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is clever and literate in hyphenation. It's a pity that he found a fool." Gao Hanjin shook his head regretfully.

"En." Shen Yubei replied and continued to read the account book.

Gao Hanjin glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and suddenly noticed that New World patted his thigh: "No wonder! No wonder I looked at that person so familiar, so he looks like you!"

Gao Hanjin approached Shen Yubei and almost touched him: "The eyebrows, lips, and ears all look like."

Shen Yu tilted his head back, frowned and asked him: "Who are you talking about?"

"That's the guy I just said, he looks a lot like you, but he is softer, I didn't notice it for a while."

"Really? It may be a coincidence, what is his name?"

"How do I know that I just ate two bowls of noodles there. Why are you asking so clearly?" Gao Hanjin felt strange as she touched her chin. Shen Yubei rarely cared so much for insignificant people.

"Nothing. Okay, I want to go out. Are you here or are you going back?" Shen Yubei looked at him and asked.

Gao Hanjin waved his hand boredly: "I'm leaving, I'll see you tomorrow."

Sending away Gao Hanjin, Shen Yubei frowned and stood in the study room not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he took out a painting from a certain box and opened the scroll. Inside the scroll was a brother who looked a lot like him, but this brother. With one less heroic spirit and one more gentle and gentle, Shen Yubei murmured; "Brother."

After a long time, after putting the painting in place, Shen Yubei called out a name, and a man in a strong suit appeared. After a long while, Shen Yubei thought and ordered a few words, then the man clasped his fists and left.