Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Leng Yanqiu saw Lai Shirley’s message the next day.

Why did Sister Qiu kick him?

He said he wouldn't tell his parents because of me.

He said he couldn't sleep because of the stomachache...

Do you look down on me?

Leng Yanqiu sighed, feeling that he had become childish because of his teenage body. He swiped his thumb, added Lai Shirley to the blacklist, and then deleted her as a friend.

It’s not because I look down on Shirley, it’s just that I was not much better than her in my previous life.

Maybe it's because seeing or hearing it again will affect your mood? So that you won't be unable to resist kicking her next time you see her beauty.

She threw her phone in the back seat of the car and said goodbye to Ding Guihua: "Don't send me dinner, it's convenient for me to eat at school. Don't come to pick me up. I haven't exercised much recently. I want to run back after evening self-study."

This was the arrangement yesterday, but Ding Guihua couldn't sit still at home and went on to talk about the enrollment of several private schools so she sent dinner. She also had to run back and forth to pick up the children after evening self-study. She had to make six trips a day, cook three meals, take care of the greenhouse, the online store, and deliver goods to the city. Even the cows in the production team could not be used like this.

Regarding the olive branch of early admission, Leng Yanqiu told Ding Guihua not to rush to agree. She would retake the biology and geography exams in the high school entrance examination, and her score at that time would definitely be much higher than the city ranking of 268. Comrade Ding Guihua's most impressive time is still to come.

"Okay." Ding Guihua answered reluctantly. How could her daughter not understand her mother's feelings? She was full of energy and walked with a breeze. How happy would it be to show up at school more often? It was just a matter of stepping on the accelerator. She couldn't be tired.

The cell phone rang again. Ding Guihua pulled the car over and happily answered the call. All the calls were praising her daughter, so she was not afraid of the trouble.

"Is this Ms. Ding Guihua? Hello, I'm the manager of the first floor of Jinhua Supermarket. My last name is Wang. I've contacted your daughter before. At that time, your family produced few eggs, so we didn't reach a cooperation agreement. Now..."

Manager Wang of Jinhua, the largest supermarket in the city, took the initiative to request the supply of slow-cooked eggs and other ingredients.

Ding Guihua thought about the watermelons that were about to ripen in the greenhouse, and the twenty or so black pigs, more than fifty sheep, and more than three hundred chickens running around in the melon field, eating the melon vines, melon leaves, and even the sweet big watermelons as food, and she immediately agreed to discuss the matter in person.

Her management skills need to be improved. The wooden and bamboo fences she made by hand have long been destroyed. The increased space is a free country. Every chicken wants to occupy the space and be the king, but they dare not attack her, the real owner.

Maybe it was because Ding Guihua's training enhanced her ability to attack from a distance? There was also the summoning ability that was innate to the master's equipment, which could instantly move the things in the space that the master wanted to summon to the front.

For example, at this moment, two boxes of watermelons and two boxes of eggs in good condition are placed side by side in the trunk.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. Ding Guihua is also going to discuss the business of other living things, so she repeatedly polished her next words on the way.

As a result, Ding Guihua's self-confidence was strengthened as soon as they met.

The manager looked and dressed elegantly. His hair was never dyed, but was well-groomed. His white hair was mixed with his black hair and was combed neatly back. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had deep eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips. His shirt with dark crimson patterns had one button open at the collar, and his dark grey vest and suit of the same color had no wrinkles at all. He spoke standard and pleasant Mandarin.

They were waiting outside the supermarket, and according to the etiquette of shaking hands when they met, he directly shook Ding Guihua's hand in a trance.

The meetings with Brother Wang and other supermarket owners before had never been so formal. Manager Wang's hands were white, tender, soft and warm without a single callus. Sister Ding felt that the roughness of her fingers would scratch the man's skin, and she felt ashamed.

I almost dropped the bag of watermelon in my left hand.

I followed him in a daze, and after entering the office, I used my strong hands to lift the 20-pound watermelon onto the boss's desk. When I put it down, the watermelon made a slight "crack" sound.

This is - ripe!

Ding Guihua didn't dare to look up at the man again, and said with a red face: "Here is the melon I brought for you. Eat it quickly. I'm afraid it won't be released any more."

There are cracks! It will bloom again.

Manager Wang was a man of the moment, so he immediately laughed and called out, "Xiao Li, bring me a machete!"

The young Xiao Li moved as fast as the wind. He not only brought a long-handled machete, but also a tray.

"This is Mr. Ding," Manager Wang introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Boss Ding!" Xiao Li's smile became even more enthusiastic and his movements were skillful. He picked up the watermelon to wash it, and came back with a sharp knife. No, he just touched the watermelon lightly and the watermelon opened its heart.

"It's all sandy!" Xiao Li exclaimed in admiration, and the sweet aroma of watermelon filled the whole house.

Because Brother Wang often comes to the greenhouse and keeps a close eye on the watermelons, the watermelons in the greenhouse have only been tasted by a family of three ladies. This is the first time they have been shown in public, which makes them very proud.

Manager Wang: "Is this the watermelon produced by Mr. Ding? What kind?"

Ding Guihua: "No, oh yes, variety? My neighbor kept the seeds himself, it seems there is no specific name."

Native melon.

Xiao Li had already cut half of the melon and handed the first piece to Ding Guihua. Ding Guihua shook her head and waved her hands: "I don't want to eat it anymore. You guys eat it."

For some reason I felt a little ashamed of lowering my head to eat the melon.

Manager Wang waved his hand and said, "Xiao Li, take these melons out and share them with everyone else. Don't delay our work."

There was still half a watermelon left, so Manager Wang washed his hands and took the initiative to cut it into two watermelon boats under Ding Guihua's admiring gaze. The watermelon seeds were peeled off, and the bright red flesh was parked in small pieces on the watermelon boats. It could be put into the water with just a toothpick.

What a clean and elegant way of eating!

Ding Guihua, a commoner who has always lived a rough life, feels it is an insult to talk about price with Gao Ya.

The melon is so sweet and so spicy.

The original plan to sell pigs, sheep and chickens was thrown out of the window. Ding Guihua was sent out of the supermarket in a daze. She opened the trunk of the car and watched Xiao Li take people to move watermelons and eggs for weighing. She then went home with a few delivery notes.

No, she still had to talk to her daughter about it. This price seemed too low. Manager Wang said that the rules of Jinhua Supermarket required merchants to deduct at least 20 points from the sales...

Teacher Sun knocked on the back door glass again, hooked his finger at Leng Yanqiu, pointed towards the school gate, and mouthed: "Your mother——"

Almost all the students in the class followed Leng Yanqiu and turned their heads to look at the lip movements. The head teacher really didn't need to be so mysterious.

The title of the best mother in Linhe Town Middle School belongs to Ding Guihua.

In fact, they wanted to wait until the afternoon self-study was over before contacting the teacher to inform their daughter. However, as soon as the gray van stopped at the school gate, the security guard took the initiative to send a message to Teacher Sun.

Ah, the world of academic masters.