Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Xue Ming is not like him who is drunk, remembers some things when he wakes up, and doesn't remember some things.Everything that happened last night was well projected in his mind, including the fact that he personally helped to take a bath and rubbed his stomach intimately.

But this time he learned to be smart. Seeing his complexion, he pretended not to remember anything and didn't mention what happened yesterday.

However, there are always people who are unwilling to give up and insist on talking about what happened yesterday.

When the two of them changed their clothes and came out of the room, Zhang Shuwen stood at the door and rubbed his hands, and when he saw them coming out, he said nervously: "That, that... Boss, the Han student you sponsored before came here. , Said that we should go to his house for a meal."

"No!" Xue Ming categorically refused, he didn't have a good impression of this person.

"But, others are standing outside, why don't we go?" Zhang Shuwen was also quite embarrassed. He came over early in the morning, and the shopkeeper's waiter asked around, and then stood outside his door. all morning.

Xue Ming himself is a cold-hearted person, and he subsidizes them to promote himself. To put it bluntly, he just pays to find someone who can brag.

"The money was originally for him to work."

"Well, well, I'll go down and talk to him." Zhang Shuwen also felt that this was not good, and when he was about to turn around and go down, Du Zirong had already walked up.

Xue Ming glanced directly at him, tilted his head and spoke softly to Song Pingan beside him, saying, "Ping An, the soup last night was delicious."

Song Pingan originally thought he had forgotten, but his face turned dark instantly, and he scolded: "What kind of soup are you drinking? There is no soup!"

This time it was really a slip of the tongue. Xue Ming remembered the taste of the soup last night, and it was more delicious than every soup he drank before. Seeing that Song Ping’an’s expression was not right, he hurriedly said, “Maybe it was a dream I had last night. Well, I dreamed that I was drinking soup, and it tasted pretty good."

"Brother Xue, do you want some soup? I can make it." Du Zirong said anxiously, "What kind of soup do you want, I'll go back and make it for you right now."

"I don't want to drink." Xue Ming said coldly.

Du Zirong was suffocated by the sight of him, and felt more and more that his appearance at this time was extremely handsome, which made people want to conquer.

"Brother Xue, do you have anything to do today? If you have nothing to do, you can go to my place to play. The fish in our place is very fat, why don't I get one for you to improve the taste."

"Fish?" Xue Ming narrowed his eyes. Since he came here, he has never tasted fish. Can smell a fishy smell.

The peppers he brought this time have also been eaten, so he is not very interested in the fish he cooked, and said: "I have something to do, I am busy."

"Ah? Okay..." Du Zirong really couldn't think of a way to invite him to his home.

When Xue Ming walked around him and went down to eat with Song Pingan, he racked his brains and finally came up with a clever plan, saying: "Brother Xue, I heard from Brother Zhang that you are looking for flower seeds. I have an acre of flower fields. Do you want to take a look?"

"Flower field?" Xue Ming became interested, "What kind of flowers are there?"

"There are flowers that bloom in various seasons. I can't name them for a while, why don't you go and see for yourself." Du Zirong thought shrewdly, but he couldn't name all the flowers. Of course he wouldn't go if he wanted those types.

Although Song Ping'an has never liked the intrigue in those picture books, but now Du Zirong obviously wanted to pry his corner, so he directly exposed his scheming, "You will pick one of each one tomorrow and send it here. If it's right, we'll go there."

Xue Ming originally wanted to say this, but when he robbed him of the words, he immediately felt that he was on the right track now, and he didn't have to worry about the restaurant business by then, and said, "Just follow what Ping An said, and you can come to me tomorrow."

"Ah... then the flowers won't be fresh by then, and I'm not the only one who planted such a big flower field." Du Zirong said, taking another peek at his expression, trying to persuade him, "If you go with me today If you don’t like it, I’ll take you there directly, you can see for yourself, if you like it, let’s talk about it.”

For the seeds exchanged by foreign businessmen and him, each flower has only one seed, and the survival rate is not high. In addition, some flowers do not bloom in this season, so it will take at least half a year to do this flower business, so what he currently lacks most is It's just spent.

Although Song Pingan didn't like him very much in his heart, he was not an unreasonable person, so he would naturally put Xue Ming's business first, and said to Xue Ming, "Do you want to go and see?"

Xue Ming let go and said, "Then let's go and have a look, so that we can go home earlier."

Du Zirong became excited in an instant, and even said: "If you don't mind, you can keep your things and stay at my house. After all, this inn costs a lot, and my house is not too far from here. I go to the street every day." .”

"No need." Xue Ming never thought that he was his benefactor, they only had a cooperative relationship, if he went to live in his house, it would be considered as a favor he owed him.

Seeing his cheerful appearance, Song Pingan suddenly wanted to kick him down the stairs, but he was not drinking now, fearing that it would involve Xue Ming's business, so he could only endure it.

Xue Ming didn't notice his thoughts, he just thought that he had the same dislike for Du Zirong as himself, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

Looking back at his sinking state, he took his hand hidden in his sleeve and said, "Don't worry, I still have money in my hand."

The shop has already paid taxes and hired craftsmen. Because of Tao Zhixing’s relationship, he bought a batch of goods and invited friends from all walks of life to eat and drink. The total cost was about 500 taels. He still has 600 taels on him now. Two, go back to buy a suite and use the rest of the money to get married and run a restaurant business.

Song Ping'an was not most worried about money, so he hummed perfunctorily, stared at Du Zirong for a while, and felt a little irritated.

Xue Ming asked the boss for some simple food, and after eating, he bought some snacks on the street and stuffed them for Song Pingan.Some were distributed to them on the way, and some were prepared to be brought to Du Zirong's family.

Song Ping'an was hiding something in his heart, and he couldn't eat much, so he handed him a peanut crisp bag and put it in his sleeve pocket. After Xue Ming finished eating, he handed it to him, saying that he couldn't eat.

Normally Xue Ming would see him with a straight face, but now he was frowning, looking sullen, and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"It's okay." Song Ping'an said, "I was just wondering if my mother would be bullied by Song Shengwang."

"No." Xue Ming tightened his hand, "With me here, what could happen?"

Every time he said a very serious word, he could say the taste of nausea, and Song Pingan also went from hating it to liking it at the beginning, and finally being inseparable.

Du Zirong, who had long been used to the awkwardness between the two of them, Zhang Shuwen and Mr. Zhang, talked about family affairs, and kept introducing them to the scenery around here but no one responded, feeling a surge of jealousy in his heart.

After walking silently with his head down for a while, he shouted loudly: "We're here! We're here! My home is in front of us!"

Only then did Song Pingan follow his gaze. If his family was said to be poor, he looked really poor, but compared to Song Pingan, he could be considered a rich man.

Originally, Xue Ming wanted someone to advertise for him, so he didn't care too much about his family situation.

Before Du Zirong wanted to bring them here, he was still a little worried, hesitating what to do if he found that his family was not as poor as he imagined, and his impression was bad.

He didn't even look at him at this meeting, and he felt uncomfortable.

As soon as he entered the village, he could smell the tangy fragrance of flowers. Indeed, as he said, there are many flowers around, and the hills are full of colorful flowers.

Du Zirong's house is surrounded by flower fields, and it looks dreamy from a distance.He looked at Xue Ming's face carefully, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "My home is just a few steps away, and the flowers in the flower field are all grown by the villagers around us, I sent them to you yesterday The wine is made from these flowers."

"No wonder I smelled a lot of flower fragrance when I drank it." Zhang Shuwen was also fascinated by the scene in front of him, thinking that one day he would bring Xiaomei Zhang here to play together, she would definitely like it here.

Du Zirong smiled smugly, and looked at Song Pingan with a hint of showing off: "I am best at brewing wine. I can brew all kinds of flower-scented wines."

Song Pingan couldn't see that he was provoking himself, he would make wine, but he didn't drink often, and the wine he brewed was not as clear and mellow as him.

Du Zirong thought that he was admitting defeat, so he asked Xue Ming even more proudly after drinking: "Brother Xue, do you still like yesterday's wine? If you like it, I will bring you a few more bottles today. Also, yesterday Does the lo mei suit your taste?"

At this time, a middle-aged man with grass roots came out of the house. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the few people who came, and finally removed the grass roots and said, "You are the benefactor who supported my family's Zirong in the exam. Come on, come inside!" please."

Xue Ming nodded to him, then walked to the back room, and then a woman came out, holding a flower cake in her hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to have made you travel so far."

After speaking, he took the things in his hand, exchanged a glance with Du Zirong, and said, "Have you had breakfast? If you haven't, come and taste these flower cakes, they are all from my family." Rong made it early in the morning."

The shape of the pastry was weirder than yesterday, Song Ping'an lost his appetite even more, only Zhang Shuwen nodded vigorously, and said: "Yes, I ate it yesterday, it was delicious."