The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

When we arrived at the door of our house, it was completely dark, with thunder and lightning, wind-blown plastic bags flying around in the sky, and raindrops the size of marbles falling down.

Zhang Zian originally wanted to invite Huang Yuxi to hide at his house, but Huang Yuxi insisted on driving away, but Zhang Zian had no choice but to persuade him to drive carefully on the road.

Huang Yuxi's idea is to be more reserved, not to offend Zhang Zian, let alone the mysterious person behind Zhang Zian.

The raindrops kept falling, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Little Timo and his assistant had just arrived at the entrance of the village by car.

"Wow, Mr. Xiao Lang is really right, it's amazing." Little Timo was sitting in the co-pilot, his face was full of excitement, and his admiration for Zhang Zian had reached the extreme in his heart.

"Sister Lu, drive carefully, I hope your journey goes well."

The fat assistant nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the speed changed from sixty to eighty.

There were still fans in the live broadcast room arguing, not to say that there was no hail, but with a 'bang', the live broadcast room fell silent.

Little Timo was taken aback. One hit a bird or someone threw a stone at the windshield of his front car.

Just thinking about it, who would be outside in this weather, and then there was a 'bang bang...' sound again.

White hailstones kept hitting the front windshield, and little Timo opened his mouth in shock, and he could squeeze a duck egg into it.

"It's amazing, it's really hail."

"Let me just say, you must always trust Mr. Momoxia."

"Made, I'm going to resign from the Meteorological Bureau. What a broken system, it's still sunny."

Huhu.

Huang Yuxi drove very fast, overtook Little Teemo in the blink of an eye, flashed double flashes, and quickly disappeared.

When Zhang Zian returned to the house, his parents were already at home.

"Mom and Dad, how do you know it's going to rain." Zhang Zian asked curiously. Could it be that his parents also have some special perception?

"Son, you're young now." Father Zhang made a fool of himself, poured himself a glass of water, and continued.

"Did you see the dragonflies in the sky? As the old saying goes, dragonflies fly low. When you go out, bring a coir raincoat. Dragonflies fly in groups. It's going to rain heavily." Father Zhang looked like a master of Taoism.

Zhang Zian gave a thumbs up, high, really high.

It seems that the experience accumulated by the ancestors is still very useful.

"Son, secretary Xiao Shuang hasn't come back yet, do you want to pick it up?" Mother Zhang said from the side.

Zhang Zian always thought that Du Xiaoshuang was in his room, but when he heard what his mother said, he nodded in agreement.

Just looking at the pouring rain outside the house, and the hail the size of grapes, I feel worried, I am not afraid of being hit, what should Du Xiaoshuang do, open an umbrella?The umbrellas that have not been smashed are all holes.

Zhang Zian turned his head and looked at the corner of the yard. There was a big wooden plank, which was left over from the bathing hall.

Zhang Zian rushed out, lifted the wooden board with one hand, and placed it flat on top of his head.

Bang bang bang!

The hailstones hit the wooden plank with a loud bang, Zhang Zian felt that he was smart, so he carried a big wooden plank and went out the door.

In this kind of weather, no one would stroll outside, so no one saw Zhang Zian's appearance at the moment.

Du Xiaoshuang was busy planning the greenhouse in the office. The plan that Zhang Zian told himself before, after thinking about it over and over again, he felt that it was still feasible.

The problem is that everyone has no experience in growing greenhouses, but Du Xiaoshuang has a way. I know a professor in my university who is engaged in agricultural planting. I called and asked today, and I am still very interested in helping the poor. If you need it, you can come to guide you at any time.

However, the money of the villagers has been saved slowly for more than ten years. Anyone who wants to take out the whole family at once will probably not be willing. Therefore, there is still a need for a leader. Only when the villagers see the planting The advantage of a greenhouse is that they can make money, so they can completely relax.

While planning, the sky suddenly darkened, followed by downpours and even hail.

Putting down the pen in his hand, he walked to the door, looking at the heavy rain outside, the sky was dark, Du Xiaoshuang shivered, feeling a little cold.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the house, he vaguely saw a figure outside the gate, carrying a yellow wooden board, running quickly towards the village committee.

"Secretary Xiaoshuang, Secretary Xiaoshuang."

Zhang Zian entered the village committee compound, opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

Du Xiaoshuang could see clearly that the person who came was Zhang Zian, especially Zhang Zian's appearance, holding a big wooden board with both hands, it was as funny as it could be.

Showing a smiling face, he agreed twice, stepped aside, and Zhang Zian held the wooden board to the door before stopping.

Putting the board by the wall, Zhang Zian took out a coat from his pocket and handed it to Du Xiaoshuang.

"Secretary Xiao Shuang, that's the way we are here. The weather can change when it changes. Put on a coat. It's quite cold."

Du Xiaoshuang took it, put it on immediately, looked at Zhang Zian with a smile, and asked, "Why are you here? I'll go back when the rain stops."

"The rain won't stop for a while, and besides, it's getting so dark, you're not afraid to stay here alone." Zhang Zian said.

"Clean up, let's go home quickly, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the hail is getting bigger and bigger."

Du Xiaoshuang nodded obediently, went back to the room, put the notebook in the bag, carried it back, and walked out to find that Zhang Zian had already lifted the board again.

"Don't just look, come in." Seeing Du Xiaoshuang standing still at the door, Zhang Zian urged.

Du Xiaoshuang smiled, and walked in, not to mention, it wouldn't get wet at all, let alone hail.

The two walked all the way like this, and Zhang Zian deliberately slowed down in order to take care of Du Xiaoshuang.

Du Xiaoshuang didn't get wet at all when he got home.

Zhang's mother was also worried about whether Du Xiaoshuang was getting wet, and asked for warmth for a while.

At this time, Zhang Zian received a call from Little Timo.

"Xiao Langjun, we have already arrived at the county seat and settled down. I will transfer the guide fee to you now." Little Timo just took a hot bath, lying on the bed at this moment, and called Zhang Zian.

"Okay, you should also pay attention to safety, and don't go out if you have nothing to do."

As soon as he hung up the phone, the money transfer arrived. Zhang Zian clicked on receive, threw the phone away, and helped him wash the vegetables and cook.

In rural areas, there are usually two stoves, one in the yard and one under the eaves. Zhang Zian's kitchen is in the Westinghouse, so even if it rains, it won't affect cooking.

After eating, Zhang Zian went back to his room and continued to practice. Now there is only a thin film between him and the eighth grade of Qi training.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and a powerful aura erupted, startling the douchebags beside him.

It's even scarier than the pig yesterday.

The chickens and ducks outside were screaming incessantly.

Zhang Zian stretched, feeling the changes in the spiritual power in his body, with a smile on his lips, he finally broke through.

Mother Zhang came out wearing a thin coat and yelled at the chicken coop and duck coop, "What's the name of the early morning one? Believe it or not, I'll kill it for the pot today."

The chickens and ducks stopped almost at the same time, shivering in the cage.

"I didn't bark, but the brother next to me barked." Ji Zai said.

"I didn't bark either, it must be from the brother next door." Yazai retorted.

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