Xing Zai really counted on Maosheng to block it for himself. didn't think about it, he didn't stop it for himself, and he almost shook off the truth. Xingzi was also afraid that the xylophone would keep asking questions, so he got up with Maosheng and hurriedly said, I have to pack up my bed. I haven't slept for a few days, and it's all a mess. With that, he quickly slipped out of the pot house, entered the bed against the east wall in the outer room of the hall, and cleaned up haphazardly.

Seeing this scene, Xylophone felt more and more that there was something wrong with it. She didn't want to pull her ears to ask, and she was stuffy and dumb gourd.

When he went to bed at night, Muqin dragged Maosheng, who was pretending to be asleep, and quietly asked what happened. Mao Sheng was forced to tell the truth. The xylophone didn't squeak, but it tossed and turned over and over for a night, but it didn't sleep peacefully. She couldn't sleep, and she couldn't sleep well. When he got up at dawn, Mao Sheng was still yawning, and his face was tired.

At breakfast, Muqin said to Xingzai, Xingzai, you have been wronged. Still, it's nothing. After a while, I'll go to your father and explain the matter clearly. The money has already been used, and there is no money to pay him back at the moment. In less than a month and a half, I will definitely pay him back with interest. If he still feels unhappy, he will add more interest to it, which can be regarded as a usury borrowed from him by the preserved fruit factory. The amount of interest is up to him. I'll tell him again, tell you and Full Moon to go to work in the field as soon as possible. You can't stay at home all the time. When people are used to idleness, they will be lazy, and their abilities will be wasted. In the future, what can I do?

Xingzi hurriedly said, mother, you listen to me, don't talk to my father at this time. His temperament, you don't know, can choke people to death with a word. You can't afford to speak well of him. He doesn't accept your affection either. I've seen it through, but now he's arrogant, and he can't leave me. It won't be long before he comes to my door and begs me to do something. If you don't believe me, you'll see. If I tell a nonsense, you can poke my eyeballs with chopsticks, and I don't blink an eyelid, believe it or not.

Xylophone also felt that Xingzi had some sense, so he stopped the idea of looking for Mao Xiang.

Xylophone didn't expect that Xingzi had superhuman insight and accurate reading ability. More than a month later, his words began to be fulfilled one by one.

In the past month or so, Xingzi has lived a leisurely life. He took the initiative to help Mao Sheng harvest all the autumn crops in the field, and urged Mao Sheng to go to work in the stone field on time, without letting him rest much. Mao Sheng is happy that he has regained all his love for Xingzi in the past. Even on the original basis, I fell in love with three points. In his heart, Jin Ye and Huaiyu came first, followed by Xingzi and Zhong'er. Zhong'er is thousands of miles away in Nanjing. This double love was given to the apricot boy cheaply. And Jing'er and xylophone can only be in the second and second positions.

Mao Xiang is living in dire straits. As Xingzi said, the stone field is inseparable from Xingzai, and even he himself is inseparable from Xingzai. It's like Xingzi is his crutch, leaving him, he always can't move his legs and feet, and he can't walk smoothly.

First of all, at this time, Mao Xiang couldn't stand it. On weekdays, although there are only twenty or thirty people working in the stone field, the sparrows are small and have all the organs. Division of labor scheduling, straightening out employee relations, opening up the connection of types of work, plus eating, drinking, lazing and sleeping, everything is indispensable, and everything is not dared to be taken lightly. In case any relationship or link is not handled well, the entire stone yard will be chaotic, which will affect the production progress. Mao Xiang had to squat in the stone field all day long, staring at the workers like prisoners. He has developed an uncle-like appearance on weekdays, with a anxious temperament and a bad temper, so he blows his beard and stares at him at every turn. I didn't say that I was tired, and I made the people in the whole stone field unhappy, and I no longer had the comfort of the past. Moreover, the stone field also tied Mao Xiang's hands and feet to death, and he couldn't go anywhere. Not only was he upset and irritable, but also seriously affected the expansion of the business outside the mountain and the contact with customers, and the efficiency gradually declined.

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