Kidnapping a cute little peddler

Although it was said that he was going to Mu Feng's house, Jiao Zijun pulled Mu Feng and ran all the way to Mu Feng's old house.

As soon as he reached the door, Mu Feng broke free from Jiao Zijun's hand and pushed open the thick door.Looking at his empty palms, Jiao Zijun felt a sense of loss in his heart. Looking at Mu Feng's thin back, he suddenly felt a desire to protect Mu Feng.

"Mom, I'm back." Mu Feng shouted towards the inner room as soon as he entered the door.

Mu Feng's mother came out from the inner room, holding on to the wall, looking a bit struggling.Mu Feng hurried over to support his mother, Jiao Zijun also came back to his senses, he saw that Mu Feng's mother was inconvenient, so he also walked over.

After he walked over, he politely bowed to Mu Feng's mother: "Hello."

Mu Feng's mother heard a stranger's voice. His mother anxiously took Mu Feng's hand and turned her head: "Feng'er, who is this?"

Mu Feng glanced at Grandma, then at Jiao Zijun, he only realized now that he didn't know Jiao Zijun's name at all, it was really embarrassing to say it.

Jiao Zijun saw Mu Feng's embarrassment, he smiled, and said to Mu Feng's mother: "Auntie, I am Mu Feng's friend."

When Mu Feng's mother heard this, she was overjoyed, because the child Mu Feng stayed in the village every day, and only knew people in the village, and had never met any friends outside.As for how his grandmother knew that this person was not from their village, it had to listen to Jiao Zijun's accent.Mu Feng's Mandarin is not bad, but there are not many people in the village who can speak Mandarin well, and the village is not big, and everyone in the village basically knows each other, so when you hear such a strange voice, you know it's not from the village Well, let's talk about this person's attitude, I think he should be from the city.

Mu Feng's mother took Mu Feng's hand: "Feng'er, why are you still standing there in a daze, hurry up and ask your friend to come in and sit down, don't neglect him."

Talking about Mu Feng's mother, she pulled Mu Feng to go inside.

Jiao Zijun took a look, then smiled and said to Mufeng's mother: "Auntie, don't worry, I came today to let him show me the mustard greens he grows. I like your mustard greens very much, so I I want to get some mustard greens from you back."

When Mu Feng's mother heard this, she felt that this person looked like a businessman, so she said, "Son, you should be a businessman, right?"

Mu Feng's mother recognized it all at once, Jiao Zijun was stunned for a moment, then smiled, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then Feng'er, hurry up and take him to see the food, otherwise what will you do if he doesn't buy it later?"

Seeing Mu Feng's mother's anxious look, Jiao Zijun smiled again: "Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely buy your mustard greens this time." He said and glanced at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng looked at his grandma: "Grandma, then I will take him to see the mustard greens first, and I will cook and eat when I come back later."

"Okay, okay, hurry up." His mother smiled kindly.

Mu Feng took Jiao Zijun to their family's three acres of land. When Jiao Zijun looked at the place that was only half the size of a football field, he frowned. He looked at other places, and then asked Mu Feng: "Hey , your family only has this land? So how many acres of land per person in your village?"

Hearing Jiao Zijun's question, Mu Feng lowered his head in embarrassment.

People say that poor people are prone to low self-esteem. If they don’t feel anything in their own village, they are all from the village anyway. But they are the big owner of the restaurant, the chef of the restaurant, and their identities That's a big difference, of course I feel embarrassed.

Mu Feng pointed to the one next to him and said: "Every family's land is passed down from the previous generation. My family has always only had so much land, and other people's families usually have more than ten acres of land... .”

The following words became quieter and softer, such Mu Feng actually made Jiao Zijun feel a little distressed.

Jiao Zijun looked at the mustard greens in their field, they were all growing well, he said to Mu Feng, "Hey, I contracted all these vegetables from your family

Come on, how about it? "

"Huh?" Mu Feng looked at Jiao Zijun in surprise, what did Jiao Zijun say?Are these three acres of land to be contracted?

In their village, the use of land is very free. Although the land is owned by the state, the land rights in their village are relatively open to everyone.

In the past, when the land was allocated to someone, the land would be planted to whomever. The village never collected any tax or asked them to pay anything. Moreover, the land of the village chief’s family was the largest, and they relied on themselves labor to live.

In fact, there are often some big families who come to Zhima Village to lease land, ask them to plant something, and then buy it regularly, etc., but because the Mufeng family has too little land, they cannot meet the requirements of those bosses, so the Mufeng family The land has never been contracted before. When Jiao Zijun said this, Mu Feng was stunned.

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng's embarrassed look, and then patted Mu Feng's shoulder: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I just come to your house to buy mustard greens."

"I...I'm not unwilling." Mu Feng tugged Jiao Zijun's clothes nervously, afraid that he would lose this good opportunity.

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng's hand pulling his clothes, smiled softly, he gently pulled off Mu Feng's hand, and said to Mu Feng: "Don't worry, if you agree, I will immediately contract your house These dishes, but if you don't want to, I won't force it."

"I am willing." Mu Feng raised his head and looked at Jiao Zijun firmly.

Looking at Mu Feng's pure expression, Jiao Zijun instantly felt that it was a bit like taking an oath at a special time. It would be great if he could really listen to Mu Feng say this to himself at that time.

Jiao Zijun sighed, he touched the position of his heart indiscriminately, it seemed... the position that had been vacant for 23 years was about to be filled, and it was the little one in front of him.

No one knows about Jiao Zijun's sexual orientation, and neither does his parents. He has always advocated that whether it is a boy or a girl, as long as he has feelings and likes it, he doesn't mind.Maybe this is the legendary bisexuality, but he seems to be a little different about bisexuality.

Some of his friends are born gay, some are acquired, and of course some are heterosexual, but they still get along very well, because they are brothers, as long as their brothers can be happy, they will not care about their brothers The other half is male or female.

Jiao Zijun rubbed Mu Feng's head: "Little guy, you haven't told me your name yet."

As soon as Jiao Zijun called himself a little guy, Mu Feng blushed. This name was only called when he was a child. When they grew up, they always called him by his own name. Now hearing him call him a little guy, it feels weird of.

"I...my name is Mu Feng. I am envious of Mu, and I am rich in harvest."

"Mu Feng? It's a nice name." As he spoke, Jiao Zijun rubbed Mu Feng's head again.

Mu Feng raised his eyes to look at Jiao Zijun, his eyes were a little confused, although it was not the first time he met someone who liked to rub his head like this, but he always felt that this person's hands were big and warm.

"What about you?"

"Me? Jiao Zijun...you know Jiao's surname, right?"

"Well, I know." Mu Feng nodded. Although he didn't read much, he still understood this.

"Well, from now on, you can just call me Zijun, or you can also be Jun." Jiao Zijun's words were a little ambiguous, and now that he was slowly approaching Mu Feng, Mu Feng felt that the weather in May seemed to be even worse. It's hot.

Mu Feng pushed Jiao Zijun: "I...I'd better call you Boss Jiao, after all, you are my boss now, if you are called Zijun..."

"If you don't call me Zijun, I won't contract your food." Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng pretending to be angry.

Mu Feng was afraid that he would not contract his own food, so he hurriedly said: "My name is, my name is..."

"Then call and listen."

"Zi...Zi Jun..."