That night, Mao Lin, who had asked for an idea, came to the xylophone house in a hurry.

Mao Sheng had just eaten dinner and was carefully cleaning up the garbage in the yard. According to Xylophone's suggestion, Mao Sheng enthusiastically re-plastered the walls inside and outside the house, and rebuilt the courtyard wall. He and Xylophone also raised a flock of chickens and ducks, chirping all day long, making the originally dilapidated courtyard look full of vitality, showing the villagers their satisfaction and comfort.

The xylophone was washing the kiln-made dishes and bowls in the house with a big belly. The plates and bowls were all borrowed from Sour Xing's house and neighbors, as well as the wooden table for eating.

As soon as Jing'er put down her rice bowl, she ran to the west courtyard and played with sour dates. The sour jujube did not leave its own baby, but it loved the baby very much. Especially Jing'er, it is not enough to kiss when she sees her. Either rubbing Jing'er's delicate face with thick stubble, or throwing him into the air again and again, and then catching it steadily. provoked Jing'er to tear up with him when she found time, as if she was addicted.

The two of them were surprised to see Mao Lin enter their house. The two of them hurriedly went to the house to humble, Mao Sheng handed over the cigarette, and the xylophone poured a bowl of water.

Mao Lin glanced at the xylophone casually, and thought to himself, Mao Sheng, this kid didn't know which life had cultivated the blessings, and after going out for a few years, he actually brought back such a handsome and charming city girl. Not to mention, Jun is still a high school student, and he is considered to be the top of the cultural level in the whole village. People are born alive and always unconsciously steal other people's scenery. If Xue'e can match half of her, or can fight with her for a night, she will be content to die. As soon as I thought about it, I felt a heat in my lower abdomen, and a warm current slowly surged from the bottom to the top, and the root of my thighs was faintly itched a few times. Mao Lin hurriedly reminded himself, what kind of realm is this, how dare he think nonsense.

Mao Lin pretended to be humble for a while, and then sat upright with a full official attitude, enjoying the courteous reception of the two of them with peace of mind.

After chatting for a while, Mao Lin turned the topic to the house, and gave his opinions and deliberations on what he had discussed with Sour Xing. He also repeatedly said that this is the meaning of sour apricots, and it is also the opinion of the village research.

The so-called cannibalistic mouth is short, and the hand of the taker is short. Mao Sheng was full of gratitude to the village for warmly receiving his own family from afar, and he heard that it was the opinion of the sour apricot, and now the table for eating and drinking tea at home is still sent by the sour apricot, and people think so well for themselves, what else can they say. He didn't bother to ask for the advice of the xylophone, and replied on his own, "Okay, okay, just follow the advice of the village."

After listening to Mao Lin's words, the xylophone was stunned for a moment. She just wanted to take over Mao Lin's words and say a few words, but let Mao Sheng stir up so unknowingly, and what she wanted to say was swallowed back by herself. She glared at Mao Sheng fiercely, and then echoed Mao Sheng to express her gratitude to the villagers and village cadres as if nothing had happened.

This subtle move of the xylophone was just in the eyes of Mao Lin. Seeing that the matter was going well, he was afraid that he would have to make trouble after sitting for a long time, so he hurriedly stood up and walked out. He said as he walked, if you don't have any opinions, let's do it. I have to hurry home, the old sow will give birth in the next two days, and I have to take care of it at night.