Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 143 The President Is Picking Up Trash 13
Zhang Min drove Feng Zixuan to the river embankment, after thinking about it, he said, "Why don't you come and live with me at my house, it's dangerous to live under the bridge in such heavy rain."

"No, going to your house should cause you a lot of trouble. I've lived there for two years, so there's nothing wrong with it." Feng Zixuan refused.

Zhang Min sighed, knowing that Feng Zixuan was a child with a lot of self-esteem, so he could only give up the idea of ​​taking him back.

She took out 1000 yuan from her wallet and handed it over, and said with a smile, "Thank you for providing me with so much material, this is your reward."

Feng Zixuan saw the wad of money she handed over, but he didn't reach out to take it.

Zhang Min simply put the money into his hand and explained: "General media will give corresponding rewards to the other party after obtaining valuable news. Because of your matter, I have now become a well-known self-media author. This is what you deserve."

Feng Zixuan then handed over Qian with confidence and said thank you.

Then he opened the car door, held Qingyun in his arms and held an umbrella, and said as he walked, "Little boy, I'm rich now! We won't have to pick up bottles to save money from now on, and my business path will start from now on."

Qingyun barked "woof" twice in cooperation.

Feng Zixuan hummed a nursery rhyme briskly as he walked: "Little rain, drizzle, splash, splash, the seeds are about to germinate, they are about to germinate, oops, I want to grow up, oops, I want to bloom..."

Qingyun: ...

What kind of song is this, so ugly?
Qingyun rolled in his arms and buried her head in his arms.

It's so ugly!
Others ask for money for singing, but he sings for his life!

It rained, and the mud by the river became wet, slippery, and muddy.

Feng Zixuan returned home with Qingyun in his arms, his body was covered in mud spots, and his shoes were dirty.

But this did not affect Feng Zixuan's mood. He took off his shoes and clothes, washed the clothes in the rain, hung them up to dry, and then turned on the open-air bathing mode.

Qingyun: ...

Brother dei, we can actually pay attention to our image.

The rain lasted all afternoon, and it didn't tend to decrease until it got dark. The air in the tent was even more humid, and it felt sticky, making people feel suffocated.

Feng Zixuan was exhausted after working hard all day, so he fell asleep while lying on the bed.

And Qingyun couldn't fall asleep lying in the tent. Hearing the heavy rain outside, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The rain continues all night, and I'm afraid there will be flooding.

She remembered that there seemed to be a flood in An County in the plot. At that time, Feng Zixuan seemed to be almost washed away by the flood, and later he was hanged on a branch in the downstream to save his life.

But all the money is gone, so he can only continue to pick up junk and save money.

The plot did not specify exactly when the flood occurred, but Qingyun was extremely disturbed when he heard the non-stop torrential rain outside.

She got up and went outside the tent, and saw that the river outside was turbid and fierce, and there were faint signs of flooding.

No, you have to leave here quickly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Qingyun got into the tent, pushed Feng Zixuan with his small paws, he turned over while sleeping soundly, and said in a daze, "Little boy, go to sleep, don't make trouble!"

Seeing that he was not awake, Qingyun pushed him hard twice, and yelled loudly, Feng Zixuan couldn't lie down because of the noise, he could only open his eyes in bewilderment, and asked: "What's wrong, little boy? "

As he spoke, he was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep.

Seeing that he couldn't wake up, Qingyun simply bit his trouser leg and dragged him out.

With great strength, she dragged Feng Zixuan off the bed at once.

Feng Zixuan fell to the ground, and then he woke up, but he was still a little confused. He looked at Qingyun with a confused look on his face and asked, "What's wrong, little darling?"

Qingyun wanted to tell him that there was going to be a big flood, but she just said "Wow, woof, woof", which could make her anxious to death.

She could only continue to bite Feng Zixuan's trouser leg and drag him out.

Feng Zixuan followed Qingyun to the outside of the tent, and saw that under the neon lights, there was heavy rain, and the thick clouds refracted the lights, just like daytime.

The water on the riverside was rumbling and the waves were rolling, and the calmness of the past was no longer there.

"Is this going to cause a flood?" Feng Zixuan asked, looking back at Qingyun.

Qingyun nodded quickly, and responded with a "barking".

Feng Zixuan hurriedly put on the wet clothes that hadn't dried yet, got into the tent, put the things on the back of the schoolbag, and put a plastic bag on the schoolbag, then put Qingyun on his shoulder, holding the bag in one hand He took out the bowls and pots, held an umbrella in one hand, and ran towards the river embankment with one foot deep and the other shallow.

The river kept rising, and the sound of rumbling water came from a distance. The road we usually walked was already flooded, wet and muddy.

Feng Zixuan listened to the roaring sound of water, no matter how calm he was, he was still a little scared, and almost fell into the water several times, but fortunately, Qingyun kept sending spiritual power into his body secretly, so that his physical strength would not be too weak. Run out.

This stretch of road, which is usually not a long one, suddenly became extremely long.

Fortunately, in the end, Feng Zixuan still stumbled to the river embankment. Looking back, he saw a wave of turbid water roaring towards the river embankment, creating snow-white waves.

Feng Zixuan stood in the heavy rain. He had already lost the umbrella in his hand, and the pot he was holding at the beginning, leaving only his schoolbag and Qingyun lying firmly on his shoulders.

Looking at the bridge hole where I lived before, the river had washed away the tents, leaving only an empty bridge hole.

Feng Zixuan wiped his rain-covered face, held Qingyun in his arms, and said blankly: "My dear, you saved my life again."

Feng Zixuan ran wildly in the heavy rain with Qingyun in his arms, trying to find a nearby hotel to stay, but Qingyun refused, and whenever he saw him going to the hotel, he would yell "Bow woof".

Feng Zixuan had no choice but to walk a long way to the county town in the rain with Qingyun in his arms, before he found a suitable hotel and spent dozens of dollars to live in it.

After entering the hotel, Feng Zixuan immediately opened his schoolbag, checked the textbooks inside, and found that none of them were wet, so he felt relieved.

But the textbook wasn't wet, Feng Zixuan and Qingyun were both drenched, one person and one dog were drenched like chickens, especially Qingyun, whose usually smooth hair was all drooping and sticking to his body, looking like a shedding dog.

Feng Zixuan carried Qingyun into the bathroom, and wanted to wash her with hot water to drive away the cold air, but Qingyun struggled desperately to escape from his hands, and refused to let him take a bath.

Just kidding, although Feng Zixuan is still a child, he is a man after all.

For the sake of her own chastity, Qingyun will never let him take a bath for her!
Even if she is a dog now, it won't work!
In the end, under Qingyun's insistence, Feng Zixuan had no choice but to go into the bathroom and take a shower, and then came out so naked.

Qing Yun, who was squatting on the ground, watched Feng Zixuan come out naked, not even wearing any underwear, and instantly blushed.

　I've been a little depressed recently, I should be a little bit of a street now

　　
　
(End of this chapter)