What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Nan Xing took it and lowered his head to carefully check the number.

Jing Mo didn't urge him, but stayed by the side all the time, watching Nan Xing who was counting the money.

He found that Nan Xing was really good-looking.

The face is clean and delicate, and the eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips are all born just right.

A pair of almond eyes, watery, two lips, even more pink.

His complexion is also fair, and he doesn't look like a farmer at all.

There is no smell of sweat on my body, and I can still smell saponins on such a hot day.

I have to say that Jingmo actually likes this kind of appearance.

He doesn't like flirtatious sluts, he just likes this kind of clean ones.

He thinks Nan Xing, whatever he does is a sight.

Jing Mo's gaze didn't stay for too long, it's always impolite to stare at someone.

Nanxing counted the points very quickly. After checking the amount of money, he said to Jingmo, "I'll get you the bracelet, and in addition, the rent will be paid on the third day of every month."

Jing Mo hummed.

Nan Xing entered the house and came out again after a while.

The bracelet was wrapped in a piece of dark cloth, and compared to when Jing Mo took it out casually, the treatment was obviously several times higher.

Nan Xing showed him the bracelet: "Check it out."

Jing Mo glanced at him casually, and put the bracelet away.

"Then I'll go back first."

"There are so many things that you can't carry by yourself, let me help you." After all, Nan Xing is still very service-minded about his big client.

Nan Xing helped him put things in the yard, and told him: "If you have time, you still need to collect some dry firewood."

It's natural: "I know."

At this moment, Nan Xing felt that he had a handsome appearance, perhaps because he was tall and had no long hair, so he looked fierce.

Otherwise, how could he think that this person is a bit obedient.

Nan Xing was amused by his absurd thoughts, he shook his head: "I'm going back."

"Wait a minute." Jing Mo called to stop him: "Brother Xing, I want to grow some vegetables in the yard, where can I get the soil?"

Nan Xing looked at the open space under the corner, and seemed to be able to see some scenes from inside: "In the wasteland at the foot of the mountain, as long as you don't dig the soil from other people's fields, no one will say anything about you."

"I see, do you want to stay here for dinner?"

"No need." Nan Xing refused his stay and left his house.

Jing Mo put the vegetable basket in the kitchen, and took a look at the soup in the pot. It had already started to boil, and there were small bubbles popping out.

He closed the lid again and let it continue to boil.

Then I went to cut a circle of winter melon, cut it into small pieces, and put them in the soup together.

Since the soup was boiling in the aluminum pot, Jing Mo had to use other pots to steam the rice.

After a stick of incense, lunch is ready.

A pork bone winter melon soup, a stir-fried vegetables.

Jingmo drank half of a pot of soup, and the remaining half was going to cook noodles for dinner.

He planned to set up land in the yard, but the weather was too hot, obviously not suitable for working, so he simply went to take a nap again.

When he woke up, it was already late afternoon.

Jing Mo stood under the eaves, pouring water into his mouth while looking at the scorching hot sky.

Suddenly, someone shouted outside the door: "Excuse me, is this the Jingmo family?"

Jing Mo heard this familiar voice, and replied through the door wall: "Exactly."

He put the kettle back in the kitchen and went to open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the faces of apprentices in the furniture trade and the carts of furniture.

The apprentice was sweating profusely on his brow, and smiled at Jing Mo: "Master, I kept you waiting."

"It's okay, just move in."

"okay."

The apprentice came with two young men.

Hearing that Jing Mo said that the goods could be unloaded, he untied the straw rope and moved the tables and chairs to the yard together.

Jing Mo didn't like outsiders entering his private space, so he didn't let them put the round table directly in the bedroom.

After the three of them finished moving, Jing Mo poured water for them and invited them to eat pastries.

The three of them were polite, and after eating two yuan, they bid farewell to Jingmo.

Jing Mo saw them off, and then placed the Six Immortals Table and the Round Table in the living room and bedroom respectively.

As for the original square table with uneven legs in the living room, Jing Mo put it in another room.

The long table is placed in the bedroom, next to the bed, and used as a bedside table.

Later, Jing Mo called for clean water, wiped the dust off the table, and put it away, before he was ready to pick the soil.

But if you want to pick up soil, you need a loader. Jing Mo went to the utility room to check. There is a loader, but it is already worn out. It can be used to put things, but it is difficult to pick up soil.

There was no other way, Jing Mo had no choice but to borrow it from Nan Xing.

When Nan Xing saw him again, his tone was very subtle: "What's wrong?"

I guess I didn't understand why this person came to the door twice in one day.

Jing Mo was a little embarrassed: "I'm here to borrow the burden from you, I want to pick the soil."

Nan Xing looked at him silently for a long time before letting the door open: "Come in."

Jing Mo entered the door and noticed that there was an old man in the yard.

Since he was facing Jing Mo, Jing Mo couldn't see clearly, only that he was sitting on a bamboo chair, his back was slightly bent, and his hair was all white.

Nan Xing followed his gaze and introduced, "Grandpa, this is Jingmo who rented our house."

Only then did Grandpa turn his head, his face was already showing his old age, Jing Mo couldn't tell his age, but his face was kind, but his complexion was not good, without a trace of blood, it was dull.

Jing Mo only took one look, and he knew that this person was seriously ill. If he didn't take care of it in time, it might take a few years.

The old look on his face is obviously also related to this.

Jing Mo folded his fists and bent down: "I've seen Grandpa."

"What are you yelling for? Uncle Wu." Nan Xing's forehead twitched.

Jing Mo was at a loss, but changed his words: "I have seen Uncle Wu."

Fifth Uncle's voice was light: "Well, sit down, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Seeing that he was about to get up, Jing Mo quickly stopped him: "Don't bother."

Fifth Uncle waved his hand and motioned him to sit here under the tree.

A small round table and four small tree stumps were placed under the jujube tree, presumably for enjoying the shade.

Jing Mo had no choice but to sit down.

Fifth Uncle poured him a glass of water and asked him, "Do you still have the habit of living?"

Jing Mo answered every question: "I'm used to it."

Uncle Wu asked again: "I heard from Xing Xing that you are going to live for a long time, do you plan to leave Nanhe Village?"

"I have no plans to leave at the moment."

"Oh, do you remember your hometown?"

Jing Mo shook his head: "My parents left early, and they followed Master all over the world, and they have long since forgotten."

Uncle Wu nodded: "If you don't dislike it, you can make Nanhe Village your home in the future."

Jing Mo has never experienced such kindness like an elder, or since his father left, he has never been cared for by his elders.

The teammates are all big-bodied and three-faced, and they will talk about who the big guy in the base is. .

This kind of concern came from an old man whom he met for the first time, which made Jing Mo feel fresh: "Okay."

While the two were chatting, Nan Xing also found out the burden and brought a hoe. He put it in an empty space in the yard and said to Jing Mo, "You don't need to lead the way, do you?"

Jing Mo stood up: "No, you can do your work. I'll pay you back when it's used up." He said to Uncle Wu again: "Uncle Wu, I'll go to work first."

Fifth Uncle nodded: "Yeah."

Jing Mo picked up the burden and picked up the hoe and left.

Nan Xing followed behind to close the door.

After closing the door, I heard Fifth Uncle asking: "What do you think of him?"

Nan Xing knew his grandfather very well, so he sat back on the chair without changing his face, picked up the half-woven bamboo weaving and continued to work: "I'm not familiar with it, I don't know it anywhere."

Uncle Wu said: "This will be familiar sooner or later." He looked at his brother: "People are quite well-behaved, but they don't know how to behave."

Nan Xing sneered, "You really don't judge people by their appearance?"

Uncle Wu, who was caught in the middle of his mind, became angry with embarrassment: "Grandpa has lived to this age, can he still not see through a young man? You can see that he has an outstanding appearance and a good manner, so he must not be a sneaky person."

Nan Xing didn't bother to break up with him: "Yes, yes, you are wise."

Uncle Wu wanted to poke him in the head angrily: "I think you just want to harm Grandpa for the rest of his life."

"Then I have to say that you are very clear, that's what I thought." Nan Xing was not afraid of his grandfather, his grandfather loved him, no matter how fierce he was, he was still a paper tiger.

Of course Fifth Uncle felt sorry for his brother, otherwise he wouldn't have let Nan Xing get married when he was already twenty.

Although half of the reason here is because of him, but the stars of his family are good-looking, filial, and earn money, which is more competitive than many men.

If he really married Xing Xing casually, he would vomit blood.

........

Jing Mo went to the wasteland at the foot of the mountain to hoe a load of soil, and carried it back home.

The row of land under the corner is not long, so it is just right to plant some small green vegetables.

A load of soil is enough to re-plate the land. After spreading the soil evenly, Jingmo dug the drainage canal again, but in order to avoid backwatering in rainy days, some small stones were also needed to pave the road.

So Jing Mo went to the foot of the mountain again. There were many stones at the foot of the mountain, which should have been washed down from the mountain by the heavy rain.

After picking and picking half a basket, Jing Mo felt that it was almost done, so he went home with the burden.

After spreading the small stones around, Jing Mo went to fetch water from the well, first used his supernatural power to warm the water, and then watered the ground first, and prepared to sow seeds later.

Then he went to Nan Xing's house and returned the burden and hoe to him.

It took him more than half an hour to do these things, and it was already late in the afternoon. Since it was summer, the sunshine hours were long and the sky was still bright, but the yard was completely covered in the shadow of the eaves.

"I've done it all, thank you for your tools." Jing Mo stood in the yard and said to Nan Xing.

Nan Xing didn't speak, just nodded, and put the burden back in the utility room. When he came out, he saw Jing Mo still standing in the yard, and asked with a frown, "Is there anything else?"

Jing Mo shook his head and asked back, "It's okay, where's Fifth Uncle?"

"Rest in the house." Nan Xing pointed to one of the rooms.

Looking at the house with the same layout as his home, Jing Mo became curious about Nan Xing's family relationship for the first time: "Where are your parents? Are you and Uncle Fifth at home?"

Nan Xing didn't know why he suddenly asked about this, but he didn't hide it: "My father and grandfather passed away a few years ago, and it's just me and grandfather at home."

"..." Dad and Dad?They should all be referring to the role of father. Could it be that they are Qi brothers, and Nan Xing picked them up?It is also possible that Jing Mo knew that in the south, some homosexuals lived together as Qi brothers. He didn't know whether Nan Xing avoided it, but he still apologized.

Nan Xing looked puzzled: "You are really weird, and their deaths are none of your business, why are you apologizing?"

"..." It's true that Nan Xing is a positive and optimistic person, but his brain circuit is also different from ordinary people. Jing Mo, who is looking for boredom, said dryly: "I'm going back."

"Ah."

Nan Xing sent him off and locked it up by the way.

The author has something to say:

Change the time, change the 10th to the third day of junior high school