In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Hearing the word "captain", Wang Erni's face flashed with panic, and she finally became more rational. She stared at Song Hongguo and asked tentatively, "Who are you, Captain Zhao? Why haven't I seen him before?" you?"

Song Hongguo didn't bother to explain to her and sneered, "It has nothing to do with you."

"You..." Wang Erni was about to get angry again when she touched Song Hongguo's sharp eyebrows. She suddenly felt like a punctured ball. She felt guilty inexplicably. But in front of Qiao Yonghui, she didn't want to give in, so she said, "Don't be complacent. No matter who you are, stay away from Brother Yonghui! She is not someone you can worry about..."

Song Hongguo almost couldn't help but roll her eyes and said speechlessly, "You should tell this to yourself."

Wang Erni snorted bluffingly, then ignored Song Hongguo, turned to Qiao Yonghui and said affectionately, "Brother Yonghui, think carefully about what I just said, I will not lie to you, and I will always Waiting for you, one day you will know that I am the most suitable for you, and I will definitely be able to help you change the predicament you are facing..."

Qiao Yonghui seemed to be determined to stop her, with a cold, numb and indifferent look on his face.

Wang Erni was ignorant and still boasted about her infatuated performance.

Song Hongguo was embarrassed for her and couldn't help complaining to the system in her heart, "When you choose a host, don't you check the other person's brain first?"

That's it?It was such an embarrassment to the reborn person that she almost felt ashamed.

The system said quietly, "...I think you might be able to learn from her in this aspect."

Song Hongguo, "..."

She suspected that she had heard it wrong, "Say it again? Who did you learn from? What did you learn from? You came here to confess to a man regardless of anything? You didn't understand the other person's rejection at all, and you only care about yourself to impress yourself? You don't feel ashamed when you are exposed by others. Not to mention, you bite others like a mad dog, with this IQ and this quality, what can I learn?"

The system said matter-of-factly, "Of course you must learn from her desperate and persistent spirit. Even if you are coldly rejected, you will never let go. Once you learn this, the most handsome guy will be yours."

Song Hongguo couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, "Are you still thinking about that high mountain flower?"

"Why don't you care about it? You have a smart and lovely son, and you have the big yard of your dreams. Don't you just need a handsome guy to warm your bed now?"

Song Hongguo chuckled speechlessly, too lazy to bother with this anymore. She couldn't understand, "Tell me, how could Wang Erni be so confident that Qiao Yonghui would like her? Just because she had a new life and brought her own heroine. Halo, did you take the Mary Sue script? So you think all the men around her will circle around her and fight to the death for her? Then she just waits for men to show their attentiveness. Why does she take the initiative? She still looks like she is deeply in love. ?”

"..."

"So, there must be something in this Qiao Yonghui that she wants very much. What could it be?"

The system just pretends to be dead quietly.

At this moment, Wang Erni finally finished showing off her affection. Before leaving, she glanced at Song Hongguo with a warning expression of "Don't mess with my man."

Song Hongguo finally couldn't hold it back and rolled her eyes.

Qiao Yonghui came over and explained expressionlessly, "I have nothing to do with her." After explaining, he felt something was wrong, and annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Song Hongguo smiled nonchalantly, "I understand, how big of a trap must be in your mind before you are willing to have anything to do with her? Don't worry, I won't go out and talk nonsense."

Qiao Yonghui raised his eyelids, glanced at her quickly, then lowered his head and asked stiffly, "Aren't you talking about fighting? What kind of fight? What size? Are there any requirements for wood?"

Hearing this, Song Hongguo just remembered that she didn't plan to go to his house because of the serious business, so as not to spread any gossip, which would be bad for him and herself, so she handed him the drawing in her hand directly. "Look, there are several shelves, and they are all different. I have marked the dimensions and so on on the sides. As for the wood, it depends on what you have there. I am not particular about it. I just paint more on both sides at the end. Persimmon paint will do, but I also want to build a sofa, which needs to be made of old elm wood. I’ve also drawn the style on paper. If you think it’s okay, I’ll pay the upfront payment.”

She said it simply, but she didn't know how shocked Qiao Yonghui was at the moment when he stared at the drawing on the paper. It was both a drawing and a manuscript. Some of the problems that had troubled him for many years suddenly opened up. With the direction of pursuit, he originally thought I am only interested in carpentry, and I can also draw some simple furniture, but I don’t know that I can still design it like this.

The lifelike renderings make it seem as if the large courtyard is already standing in front of you. Every flower and tree in the courtyard is alive. Every furnishing in the house seems to have a soul, and his hands can point to the world at will. To get up close and personal with those magnificent dreams that we dare not expect.

He was silent for a long time, and Song Hongguo had to remind her, "Is it okay? You can ask if you have any questions. I don't know much about carpentry, but I just like those styles. If you think something is unreasonable, you can raise it. I’ll revise it again.”

Qiao Yonghui finally came back to his senses, suppressed the agitation in his heart, shook his head, and said hoarsely, "No problem, you draw very well." After a pause, he asked again, "How many more days can I look at these drawings? Well, I can’t remember it all at once…”

Seeing his uneasy explanation, Song Hongguo hurriedly said, "I brought it here just for you to see. However, my son also likes it very much. Just wait until you finish reading it and then return it to me."

Qiao Yonghui said "hmm" and added "thank you."

Song Hongguo smiled and asked him, "What do you think is appropriate for the money?"

Qiao Yonghui thought for a while, raised his eyes to look at her, and asked in a very unspeakable way, "Can I settle the payment with food?"

Song Hongguo was stunned for a moment, then nodded happily, "Okay, what kind of food do you want? How many kilograms?"

Qiao Yonghui secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "One hundred kilograms of sweet potato noodles will be enough. If possible, add five kilograms of fine grains, whether it is white flour or millet."

Hearing this, Song Hongguo didn't say anything for a while. The sweet potato noodles at the grain station cost less than a pound. One hundred pounds sounded like a lot, but it was less than ten dollars. Even if five pounds of fine grains were added, it would only be an extra dollar. It's a matter of fact, but what he has to do is far more than the reward of ten yuan, at least in her opinion, not to mention that he is also responsible for the wood.

Zhao Zhenhua had praised his craftsmanship several times, but she did not doubt it, so he took the initiative to provide such cheap labor. She did not feel happy at all, but felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

He put himself too low.

Seeing her silence, Qiao Yonghui felt a little uneasy, thinking that he wanted too much, so he said, "You don't have to ask for fine grains, or eighty pounds is fine. I can also help you make more useful things for you. I won't charge you any more." …”