The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

The sun was about to set, so Zhang Zian stood up and stretched his body.

The bones of the whole body crackled.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Zhang Zian's cell phone rang.

This time it was Little Timo calling.

It's been a long time since I contacted him. After Zhang Zian answered the call, Timo's pleasant voice came immediately.

"Xiao Langjun, what have you been up to lately?"

"Busy to open up wasteland. I can't compare with you. You can make money by live broadcasting. I heard that in your industry, you can earn more than [-] a month while sleeping in live broadcasting?"

Zhang Zian teased.

"Oh, that's just an isolated phenomenon. My live broadcast is for performing talents, okay? I've signed up for several classes during the day, such as body shaping, gymnastics, and yoga..."

Little Timo began to complain, and for a while forgot the main purpose of calling.

In the middle of talking, I suddenly remembered, and quickly smirked, "Xiao Langjun, I have something to ask you for help. You are a miracle doctor, and you should be able to cure many difficult and miscellaneous diseases. I have a fan who sent me Private message, saying that my father has a cerebral infarction, can it be cured?"

Little Timo was moved by the fan's private message, so he called Zhang Zian to ask.

When I read the private message, I was so moved that I couldn't stop crying.

Zhang Zian didn't dare to guarantee too much, after all, cerebral infarction is a very common disease, but it is difficult to deal with.

"How about you ask your fans to bring her father first, and I have to see it with my own eyes to know if it can be cured."

Zhang Zian also agreed because of little Timo's face.

Hearing that Zhang Zian agreed to come down, little Timo was overjoyed, "Okay, I'll ask the fans when they have time, let her take the old father there, are you busy there, do you need to line up?"

Little Timo suddenly remembered that Zhang Zian is a miracle doctor, so he must be very busy.

"You are stupid, I can let you line up when you come, my own."

Little Timo was holding the phone, his face turned red, and he pouted immediately.

Who is with you? I don't want to fall in love, have children, or...

Women's association ability is still very strong.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zian dismissed everyone and went back to their homes for dinner.

Back to the two deliverymen.

He drove back to the vegetable base with an empty car, and immediately rushed into the boss's office with a bitter face.

The boss is Pang Mailang, a man in his 30s.

Pang Mailang was playing a game with the newly recruited little secretary, Qingqingwowo, when two of his subordinates rushed in and ruined the good thing.

Immediately, he looked unhappy, "Forgot the rules? You are in such a hurry, you are in a hurry to reincarnate."

The female secretary blushed and left Pang Mailang's body, tidying up her half-open skirt in a panic.

"Boss, you have to decide for us."

At the moment, the two looked like children who were being bullied, crying to their parents when they got home.

Pang Mailang also knew that something had happened, so he quickly sat upright and asked with a serious face, "What's going on?"

The two of them talked about sending the vegetable seedlings to be beaten, so it was inevitable to add oil and vinegar.

"You didn't say my cousin's name?"

Pang Mailang still doesn't believe it. In Xiaolong Town, there are still people who don't give their cousin face.

"Say it, why don't you say it, we have done this kind of thing a lot, but this time we met a stunned young man, so we did it without saying a word."

The two pointed to their red and swollen faces with their fingers, indicating how miserable they were.

Relying on their relationship, the two of them did this kind of forced buying and selling.

In the past, as long as he was threatened, the other party would pay the money in desperation and settle the matter, but today is different.

It is said that the bad ones are afraid of the hard ones, and the hard ones are afraid of the dumb ones, and this time we met the dumb ones.

Pang Mailang's anger was ignited, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Cousin, are you busy with business or not? Hey, it's okay. I just want to treat you to a meal. I'm free. Okay. It's still the same place. I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Pang Mailang hurriedly took the two of them to meet his distant cousin.

Zhang Zian had just returned home with his parents and Du Xiaoshuang. Before Zhang's mother could enter the kitchen, she heard the sound of firecrackers in the village.

I don't know if it's a good news or a funeral.

After a while, the busy people in the village rushed into the yard.

The so-called busy head means that there are happy or funeral events in the village, and they are responsible for notifying them in place, and follow the busy schedule.

This kind of people are very easy to eat in the village, because they will help everyone in need, so the relationship is naturally good.

"Brother Zhang, the eighth aunt at the east end of the village has passed away, so hurry up and go see it."

Xiaohu Village is not big. According to the genealogy, the people in the village are roughly divided into two clans, and the neighbors can be more or less connected.

And this eighth aunt has a very close relationship with Zhang Zian's family.

Zhang Zian was about to go back to the house and change clothes, he was startled.

"The eighth grandma passed away?"

In Zhang Zian's impression, Grandma Eight is very kind and gets along well with many people in the village.

If I remember correctly, Grandma Eight should be in her 60s this year.

Liu Zhiyong sighed, "It's all human life. I heard it was a quarrel with your eighth grandfather, and he hanged himself in a fit of anger."

"Brother Zhang, go and have a look, I have to inform others."

Zhang's father didn't have time to go to the house to change clothes, so he hurried out of the gate and rushed to the eighth grandma's house in the east of the village.

Zhang Zian also hurriedly followed.

A small village is a good thing, and everything will be known quickly.

When Zhang Zian and Zhang's father arrived, the Eighth Grandma's house was already surrounded by many people.

Some were busy running affairs, and some stood outside the gate to watch the excitement.

Watching the excitement here is not a derogatory term.

It can be regarded as seeing off, but in fact people are very sad in their hearts.

Grandma Eight's two daughters have both married out of town and are rushing back.

The kind of banquet car had already parked not far from the door, and several people were moving tables and tableware down.

Zhang Zian and Zhang's father squeezed in. Some close relatives had already arrived, and the sadness in their eyes could not be hidden.

After entering the room and taking a look, Grandma Eight had already put on her shroud.

The strangle marks on the neck are obvious.

Grandma Eight usually cared about Zhang's father and loved Zhang Zian.

Father Zhang felt sad immediately, his eyes were red.

Zhang Zian also felt a little uncomfortable.

When the two came out of the house, they saw Eighth Grandpa sitting on a stool in the yard, dazed in a daze.

This kind of thing happened, and it was not the result he wanted.

"Uncle Ba, my condolences."

Father Zhang walked over to comfort him.

Grandpa Eight wiped away his tears and waved his hands, but in fact he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Neither of them went home, staying here to see if there was anything that needed help, to run errands or something.

At eight o'clock, the sky was already dark, two headlights were set up, and the yard was brightly lit.

Zhang Zian's ears were sensitive, and when he heard two cars parked outside, he knew that it was Grandma Eight's two daughters who had returned.

Sure enough, two vicious women rushed in one after the other from outside the gate, their eyes were red, and there were tears on their cheeks.

It seems that there was a lot of crying on the road.

After the two rushed into the room, there was a heart-piercing cry immediately.

It makes the listener sad and the hearer weep.

The two threw themselves on the bedside and cried for a long time before being pulled away by a few relatives who helped.

The eighth grandma's youngest daughter has a violent temper, and everyone rushed out of the house without holding her back.

"It was you who killed my mother, why are you arguing with her?"

The youngest daughter had nowhere to vent her grief, and angrily rushed to her father and scolded her.

Grandpa Eight lowered his head and did not speak.

"Now I don't have a mother, are you happy? Why are you arguing with her, woohoo!"

The little girl trembled and covered her face with her hands, squatting on the ground and sobbing.

Suddenly losing a dear one and becoming a child without a mother is not only sad, but more confused and fearful.

It's the fear of falling into the abyss.