The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Zhang Zian followed the beautiful BMW car and delivered the cucumbers and grapes to the hotel entrance.

Looking at the magnificent decoration in front of him, Zhang Zian secretly exclaimed, it is worthy of a four-star hotel, and even the receptionist at the door is of stewardess-level figure and appearance, darling, this must be rich to be able to afford it.

Gao Xin got out of the car, wore big black sunglasses, and walked directly into the hotel. One of her female subordinates came over and said politely to Zhang Zian, "Little handsome guy, I'm Yang Ran, secretary of President Gao. I'll come over, and you can contact me directly when the goods arrive."

Yang Ran has shawl-length hair, which has been permed into big waves. She is wearing a tailored gray hip-wrapping skirt, which perfectly outlines the lines of her body. Her two long and straight legs are paired with black silk, making her extremely sexy.

In fact, Yang Ran is also very beautiful, but when she is with Gao Xin, it doesn't show it.

Yang Ran waved his hand, and several people in uniforms came over immediately, Zhang Zian didn't need Zhang Zian to carry things himself, Zhang Zian walked in behind Yang Ran's buttocks, the tight hip skirt made the buttocks look particularly elastic, Zhang Zian couldn't move his eyes away.

Those people should have sent the cucumbers and grapes to the back kitchen, and Zhang Zian followed Yang Ran to the door of an office with a sign: Secretary's Office.

Yang Ran opened the door and walked in, turned around and said with a smile: "Young handsome guy, sit whatever you want." Yang Ran went to the side sofa and sat down, her two long legs were naturally folded together, because sitting made the bag feel uncomfortable. The hip skirt is pulled, and the skirt moves up, looming.

Zhang Zian took a look, licked his lips, and sat opposite Yang Ran, thinking to himself: What a little elf.

"I don't know what to call the handsome guy." Yang Ran didn't know if it was intentional, she leaned forward, revealing a deep man's abyss on her chest.

"Sister Yang, my name is Zhang Zian, from Xiaohu Village."

"Xiaohu Village is great. The scenery is beautiful. I heard that there is a farmhouse there. It's very nice. My sister, I haven't been there yet."

Yang Ran brushed back her long hair, revealing her white and flawless fragrant ears, crystal clear with long earrings, and handed Zhang Zian a glass of water.

Zhang Zian took it over and thanked him, and continued: "Sister Yang is welcome to visit Xiaohu Village, and I will be your guide when the time comes."

The two quickly got to know each other. Yang Ran is 26 years old and has been with Mr. Gao for two years. He can be said to be one of Mr. Gao's most trusted people. He is currently single.

After a while, a middle-aged woman wearing glasses knocked on the door and came in. She handed Yang Ran an envelope and said, "Secretary Yang, the cucumbers and grapes are [-] catties in total. Here is the receipt and payment. Please take a look."

"Okay, I see, you go to work first."

When the middle-aged woman went out, Yang Ran directly handed the envelope to Zhang Zian. Zhang Zian touched the thick envelope without opening it to count the money. How could such a big hotel cheat him of 6000 yuan?

Putting the envelope away, Zhang Zi'an couldn't keep his mouth shut. Adding the 4000 yuan he sold earlier, he made a total of 1 yuan today. The daily income exceeds [-] yuan. This is more than three times the annual income of ordinary families in the village. .

Who says farmers don't make money?I earn [-] a day!It is much closer to the goal of becoming a well-off society.

"Brother Zi'an, my sister has to review the materials for Mr. Gao. Next time I come, my sister will treat you to dinner. I'm sorry today."

"You are being polite, Sister Yang. I will rely on you in the future. I will treat you to a restaurant next time."

"Our own family runs a hotel, why go to someone else's house to eat, my sister just treats you like a younger brother..."

Yang Ran frowned suddenly, and covered his stomach with both hands, as if he was suffering.

Zhang Zian looked at Yang Ran's face turned pale, his forehead was already covered with a layer of cold sweat, there must be something wrong, thinking that he would have to deal with Sister Yang in the future, and Sister Yang treated him well, it was Zhang Zian who said: "Yang Sister, I think your complexion is not very good, I know a little pulse, I can show you."

Yang Ran raised his head, looked at Zhang Zian suspiciously and said, "You still understand this?"

"My grandfather is a well-known old Chinese doctor in the village, and I have also learned from it." Zhang Zian ran the train full of words, his grandfather had died long ago, and he had never even seen him face to face.

The main reason why Zhang Zian dared to boast about going to Haikou was because he had obtained the inheritance of the sacred tree, and the knowledge about Chinese medicine was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Pale face, constant cold sweat, abdominal pain, typical female common diseases: palace cold.

Seeing Zhang Zian's plausible words, Yang Ran believed it, stretched out his arm, and Zhang Zian pressed his hand on his wrist.

Seeing that Zhang Zian was taking his pulse seriously and his expression was focused, Yang Ran believed it a little in his heart.

"Sister Yang, do you sometimes miss your menstrual period, have light complexion and less volume, usually have a sore waist and legs, frequent urination, and loss of libido." Zhang Zian said in detail according to the inherited medical skills.

Yang Ran nodded, her menstrual period was indeed irregular, and every time she had it, she felt extremely painful. This was an old problem. She went to many hospitals and prescribed many medicines, but none of them worked.

But what the hell is this loss of libido?My sister is still a big girl with yellow flowers, so where is her sexual desire coming from?

"I didn't expect brother Zi'an to know medical skills. I'm really more and more curious about you. Then tell me quickly, can you cure my disease?" Yang Ran is very weak now, and talking can cause labor pains.

"Since I can say it, there must be a way." Zhang Zian was calm and composed, his father's leg bruised for many years can be cured, let alone you little Gong Han.

"Brother Zi'an, if you can help me cure it, you can ask my sister to do anything." Yang Ran really suffered for this problem.Now that he sees hope, he naturally agrees to anything.

Zhang Zian swept the black silk long legs, just caught by Yang Ran, endured the pain, smiled and joked: "Brother Zian likes to look at sister's legs so much, as long as I can cure my illness, I will let you Brother Zian can see enough."

Zhang Zian blushed, and said seriously: "Sister Yang, as long as I massage you a few times, I guarantee that you will never get sick again."

"Can massage heal? It's that simple? Brother Zian, you must be trying to take advantage of my sister." Yang Ran began to doubt again now.

This is the first time I heard that massage can cure diseases.

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can try it."

Yang Ran was dubious, according to what Zhang Zian said, he lay flat on the sofa and moved his shirt up, revealing his smooth belly.

Zhang Zian practiced his kung fu silently, gathered his aura into his hands, looked at the beauty in front of him, grasped her slender waist, and stabilized his mind. When his hands were slightly warm, he pressed his hands on Yang Ran's lower abdomen, below the navel.

"Hmm..." Feeling the heat from Zhang Zian's hand, Yang Ran made a sound unconsciously.

Under Zhang Zian's kneading, the heat was continuously transmitted from the hands to Yang Ran's lower abdomen. It was extremely comfortable, and the pain really eased.

About 10 minutes later, Zhang Zian folded his hands and asked, "How is it, Sister Yang, is the pain gone?"

After Yang Ran tidied up her clothes, the base of her ears turned red. After feeling it carefully, the pain was indeed gone, and her lower abdomen was always warm, which was very comfortable.

"Brother Zi'an, you are awesome." Whether it was intentional or not, Yang Ran stretched out his long legs and touched Zhang Zian's calf.

Silky touch.

"Sister Yang, I'll go back first if I have nothing to do. My parents are still waiting for me at home."

Yang Ran gave Zhang Zian a phone number, and he can just call for delivery tomorrow.

Leaving the hotel with 1 yuan in his pocket, Zhang Zian felt elated. He found a delicatessen shop, weighed three catties of beef and five catties of mutton, and prepared to improve his life.