He Jianghua sat on a stone in the field, the strong wind blowing through his cheeks, nibbling on the cold steamed buns and meat floss, and felt very satisfied. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After eating steamed buns and meat floss, drink a pot of Jianghua's exclusive secret recipe - passion fruit honey water.

Finally, the fresh strawberries that Lin Zeng just picked today were evenly distributed, if it wasn't for the fact that both of them had something to do in the afternoon, they wouldn't get tired of sitting here for an afternoon.

"Don't you think about it anymore?"

When Lin Zeng said that he was ready to buy this land, Jiang Hua finally asked.

"Don't worry, I'm measured, and if I don't reciprocate, I won't be reckless. Lin Zeng moved his position, the uneven stone surface, sitting a little uncomfortable, he secretly decided in his heart, after this land was bought, he would grind the big rock and make a small tea house, and come here to drink tea if he had nothing to do.

"Okay," Jiang Hua saw that Lin Zeng had made up his mind, so he didn't say anything more. She trusted his judgment as an adult, "In that case, I'll help you contact the village party secretary." This land is easier to manage than other places, because no one wants to take over, the ownership is in the village, and there is no need to do too many people's work. ”

"Thank you, I'm really bothering you with this. Lin Zeng was sincerely grateful.

"You're welcome. Seeing your nursery, I'm also looking forward to what your farm will look like. Jiang Hua picked up his mobile phone and looked at the time, and began to pack up his things, "Then I'm going to leave now, three classes in the afternoon." ”

"Let's go!"

Lin Zeng nodded, and just wanted to help her get the backpack, but she saw Jiang Hua carrying a big bag and holding his hands sideways, like a seagull gliding, stepping on a slope at an angle of about sixty or seventy degrees, and running down with a smoke.

Lin Zeng's head went black.

Don't be so violent.

The normal plot is not:

"Oops, I'm so scared, I can't get down. ”

"It's okay, I'll come down first, you hold my hand tightly. ”

All right.

Lin Zeng thought resignedly, it seems that this plot will not appear in his life in the future.

In the latter sentence, Jiang Hua is still more likely to say it.

"Be careful, do you want to hold my hand?" Sure enough, Jiang Hua asked with a concerned expression. This rough nervous girl didn't take care of the self-esteem of being born a man at all.

"No, I don't. Lin Zeng shook his head speechlessly, although the slope in front of him was a little steep, he still gritted his teeth and trotted down all the way to learn Jiang Hua.

"Let's get in the car, where are you going, I'll drop you off. ”

Girl, you're going to scare the boys away.

"Let's go back to your school first. Lin Zeng sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt, "I just went to find Principal Chen, and by the way, I took a look at Teacher Zhou, who raised flowers." ”

"Okay. Jiang Hua didn't think much about it, and directly started his big pickup truck neatly and went straight to Qingyi Elementary School.

After they arrived at Qing Yi Elementary School, it was only half an hour before the class time, Jiang Hua returned to the office to prepare the lesson plan, and Lin Zeng walked to the aerial flower orchard by himself.

In fact, Lin Zeng went to Qing Yixiao to do nothing, but he just wanted to send Jiang Hua back to school first. But since I'm here, I'll stop by the top floor to have a look.

Lin Zeng walked to the playground and stopped rather interestingly. It turned out that he saw the experimental grass on the playground, and there was already a group of children playing on it.

Except for a teacher who hung a duty sign not far from the side, these happy children were rolling around on the grass.

Judging from the crevices that were not pressed by the child, the leaves of this meadow have turned slightly darker red. In the verdant green, the red broken leaves are dotted with green leaves, giving this meadow a different kind of beauty.

Lin Zeng originally thought that red mixed with green might have some weird colors, but the grass didn't have a bit of a cheesy feeling, red and green, soft and fluffy, no wonder the grass was crowded with children who wanted to lie down and roll.

Before class, Lin Zeng walked to the sky garden on the top floor. See the iron gate that opens to the garden.

Teacher Zhou, the gardener in the garden, is squatting by the door, arranging the bamboo dustpan and neatly arranging the golden silk chrysanthemums.

It seems that the golden silk chrysanthemum has been sunburned, and Zhou Tianming is turning it over very carefully.

He heard movement in the iron gate, and quickly looked up, but he didn't expect it to be Lin Zeng.

"Oh, Manager Lin, I haven't seen you for a long time. After that parent-teacher conference, you didn't even come to see it. Lao Zhou was very happy when he saw Lin Zeng, and his face was full of gratitude.

"Yes, by the way today, let's take a look at the plants in the garden, we also have a three-year maintenance period. Lin Zeng looked around with a smile and found that there were still many teachers lingering here in the Hanging Garden.

"Manager Lin, in the past few weeks, when my wife went to the hospital for an examination, she found that the problem of vision decline was suppressed, and even gradually recovered. I'm so grateful to you, I don't know what to say. Lao Zhou rubbed his hands, and as he spoke, some tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Teacher Zhou, you're welcome, it's just that I happen to know the curative effect of this plant. Lin Zeng waved his hand, "I'll walk around today to see the situation of the plants, you are busy with yours." Ignore me. ”

"Okay, what do you call me? Zhou Tianming didn't bother Lin Zeng, and continued to squat by the iron gate to clean up the dried flowers.

Although he bought a machine dryer, when the weather was nice, he would still leave the flowers to dry in the sun.

Pink roses, pink wisteria, white jasmine......

Twelve kinds of flowers are competing to bloom, and those resting specialty tea houses are all sitting in twos and threes, chatting and drinking tea, enjoying the quiet time before class.

Lin Zeng had just walked to the wisteria flower building when he suddenly heard a few voices of discussion coming from the private space surrounded by wisteria flowers.

He wasn't a person who eavesdropped on snooping, but the content of their conversation made him very uncomfortable. So stop and see what else they have to say.

There were a few female teachers chatting, and the voice was not loud, but it couldn't stand Lin Zeng's hearing seemed to be good recently. The more he listened to what they said, the more angry Lin Zeng became.

The object of their conversation was a young art teacher at the school.

That's right, it's Jiang Hua.

"How old is that usually quiet art teacher?"

"The last time I saw her resume, she was twenty-seven years old. ”

"I think she's very strange, when we're together, we don't talk much, all day long holding what landscape design, wood carving art books gnaw, I don't know where I think it's an art master!"

"Twenty-seven years old, not young, are you married?

"Definitely not, you see that she doesn't like to talk about anything except during class time, how can she make friends. ”

According to the people in their art team, she also got a farm in the suburbs and grew her own vegetables. It's hilarious, this kind of thing that only retired seniors do. It's a good art teacher, just tossing these things. How to get married in the future. ”

The content of these people's discussions is all about complaining about Jiang Hua.

What an older leftover woman.

What a quirky character.

What is as powerful as an ox.

……

In short, it can be regarded as allowing Lin Zeng to see the ability of women to reverse black and white.

casually speculated, messy talk, and the image of a person was suddenly said to the dust in their mouths.

Lin Zeng's fingertips crushed a wisteria flower, and the nameless fire in his chest made people can't help but want to interrupt these people's slanderous words against Jiang Hua.

He thought of doing it, stepped into the tea room constructed by wisteria flowers, and scanned the internal environment

The voices of the discussion came from their mouths.

They were chatting energetically, when a stranger suddenly broke in and made them flutter for a moment, and then a woman with light makeup and a very thin body immediately opened her mouth and asked, "Who are you, what are you doing here all of a sudden?" (to be continued). )