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In the early morning, there is silence, white mist, green gauze shrouds the mountain village, walking in it, like a fairyland. Whether it's red or green, it's like a change of clothes, dancing with the breeze.

Suddenly, a shrill birdsong broke the silence and a new day began.

Zhao Rui is the most greedy one among the tourists, regardless of Wang Haiming's opposition, he ate more than a dozen tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, etc. one after another before going to bed, and muttered quietly, saying that Wang Haiming was stingy, but before dawn, retribution came: diarrhea, a toilet that ran seven or eight times in the early morning.

However, the constant running back and forth made him discover a beautiful scenery that he had rarely seen before, the fog scene. Different from the smog in the city, the fog in the mountain village is fresh and natural, revealing a breath of nature.

When the condition of diarrhea improved, Zhao Rui held his camera, ran around the mountains, "popped", and took a lot of strange fog scenes.

At nearly nine o'clock, most of the tourists have already gotten up, except for those who are snooze, and when they see the beautiful fog that is dissipating, they can't help but beat their chests and stomp their feet, crying out for pity. Everyone knows the smog in the city, but the fog scene in the mountain village is the first time many people have seen it.

Only Zhao was greedy for a person, hiding aside, and quietly sorting out the photos. "Glutton, what are you doing, hey, don't run."

"Everyone, chase it, there must be something good in the greedy camera". The greedy mouth was a little weak, and when he saw someone coming, he hurriedly ran away with the camera. "I took it myself, and I haven't had time to appreciate it, so why show it to you."

However, the greedy mouth ran like this, it can be said that the crime was convicted, and the tourists who had just gotten up, idle and idle, whether they knew or didn't know, ran to catch up, and they also said that they were practicing in the morning.

In the end, due to the gluttony and wide body fat, coupled with the sequelae of diarrhea: weakness, being chased and intercepted, blocked in a corner with no way back, and had to negotiate unequal contracts.

"Glutton, what the hell do you have in the camera, take it and see, did you secretly photograph which female companion last night, haha"? However, this person immediately drowned in the saliva of a group of female tourists.

Gluttonous and depressed, you said you didn't know what photos I had in my camera, so you ran over to chase after me, it was really a pain in the idle egg, but he didn't dare to say this, he could only mumble quietly, otherwise he would definitely be beaten by the group.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth, it's because I have diarrhea that I got up earlier than you, and I also took pictures of the beautiful fog scene in the morning."

Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard this, it seemed that you had a good luck with diarrhea, and you looked like a smug stinky fart. At this time, suddenly a girl came up with a good idea: "Gluttony, we will make a delicious food for you, how about you give us a copy of the photo".

"Yes, yes, I agree".

"I have a lot of snacks in my bag, and I agree"......

"No, I don't agree", the greedy mouth yelled, saying: "Give me a minimum of three per person, otherwise I won't give it".

Everyone fell.

In this way, the gluttonous mouth could not resist the temptation of food and betrayed himself.

Wang Haiming didn't have a good rest for a few days, so he made an exception and slept once, and when he got up, he happened to see the scene of his greedy mouth being chased and intercepted, and he couldn't help but be a little funny.

In the mountain village, although there is no fog every day, but there will be several times a month, the villagers are used to it, Wang Haiming after a month of home, also used to this kind of weather, only these people in the city who come to play are so enthusiastic about this.

Thinking that the vegetables in the backyard should be replanted again, and the peaches in the back mountains should also be picked, Wang Haiming had a headache, and went home by himself, wanting to live a leisurely life, but he didn't expect to be busier now than before.

There is just one thing that Wang Haiming doesn't want to worry about, and that is publicity. Although there are not many tourists who come to play, they will take pictures of many beautiful scenery every time, and then upload them to forums and other places, and the fame will become bigger and bigger, and there will be more and more tourists at that time, forming a cycle.

Because of the late wake-up, the morning passed quickly, the afternoon sun was very scorching, no one wanted to wait for the scorching sun to run around, only to wait until the sun was in the west, to start work, play.

"Brother Heming, do you eat wheat, I just picked it in the field, it's very tender." Wang Gui's son, Wang Fang, led a group of little children to wander around, not getting down to business, and being naughty and mischievous was the best. Each of them had a handful of wheat in their hands, and a few were still running and eating with a handful of wheat kernels.

Wang Fang's children, like to follow Wang Haiming the most, because every time Wang Haiming comes back from the city, he always brings a lot of delicious food that they have never seen, so they can not listen to their parents' words, but Brother Heming's words must be listened to, which has become the norm for this group of children, which makes many parents very helpless.

"Fangzi, you go find some firewood, let's burn wheat and eat." Wang Haiming peeled a few wheat grains and bit them gently, the juice overflowed, and his mouth was full of wheat fragrance. Tender wheat grains, delicious.

"Okay". Wang Fang answered, and ran away with a few people, in the countryside, there is still a lot of firewood, almost every family will have it, and after a while, everyone came back with a hug of firewood.

In fact, roasting wheat is quite simple, make a good fire, hold the wheat straw, let the wheat ears be evenly roasted on the fire, and it will be good after a while, because it is a green wheat ear, it will not be burned.

Sure enough, after a while, the faint fragrance of wheat spread out, and the anxious Wang Fang and a few people drooled. The little ones knew that Wang Haiming's roasted wheat was the best, and they all waited in line.

"Okay, one serving per person, it's not enough to bake it yourself." Wang Haiming was speechless when he saw their posture, he had become a nanny.

After one person gave one, Wang Haiming ignored the little guys' requests and ate by himself.

"Brothers, let's go, let's bake it ourselves." Wang Fang is very big brother, sent a few people to find firewood, and sent a few people to borrow wheat from the field, and sat there blindly directing.

"Good fellow, who's wheat has suffered if you have brought so much?" Wang Haiming found that several little guys, each bundled a bundle back, were still competing, who borrowed more, borrowed quickly. This group of children is called borrowing.

"Fangzi, borrow someone's wheat, go home and wait to be beaten."

"It's okay Brother Heming, I have long been prescient, I told them just now, I want the family to borrow a little, don't borrow it in a piece of land, otherwise it will be easy to be discovered, this is all experience."

"Cut, stealing is still so justified". It was rare to have a free afternoon, Wang Haiming didn't bother to pay attention to these naughty little guys, roasted another piece of wheat, leaned against the tree, and ate leisurely.

However, the actions of the little ones attracted a person who should not have been invited. "Wang Haiming, what are you baking, it's so fragrant, I can smell the fragrance hundreds of miles away, and then I rushed over non-stop, quick, quick, give me a little taste."

The greedy mouth trotted all the way, the flesh on his body trembled, and he didn't care, sitting opposite Wang Haiming, stretching out his hand to ask for something to eat.

"Eat, eat, it's time to catch up with the ball." Wang Haiming raised his middle finger fiercely in this regard.

"Seeing that they don't have a recipe, they want to eat and roast themselves, I don't have time to serve you." Wang Haiming found that behind the greedy mouth, a few more people came this way, and if he took the exam, he would have to bake the second and third servings...... That's what it's called a cup.

Wang Haiming stood up and walked around, he was really afraid that the children would spoil the good wheat field. It looks good, as Wang Fang said, cutting a little in one field will also damage other places.

"Damn, there are so many people, I'm afraid they're all here." Wang Haiming came back from a circle, and found that there were more than 20 people in the barbecue place, squatting or sitting, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

When he learned that the wheat had not yet been harvested, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, for fear that these people would mess around in the field. The rural people are enthusiastic and can give you some green wheat to eat, but you are absolutely not allowed to trample on the crops.

"Let's use what you have in your own field, God knows how much these people can eat." Wang Haiming went home and brought a sickle, brushed it, a few times, and carried two bundles of green wheat on his back to give to the greedy mouth and others.

What made Wang Haiming speechless again was that many people didn't know how to barbecue, either they didn't get it, or some of it was burnt, it was not as good as Wang Fang's group of children, all of them were dusty, and the black ash was wiped on their faces, and they didn't care about it, they ate the burnt wheat with relish, and laughed constantly.

This may be the joy of labor, and the things you make with your own hands will feel extra sweet.

Idle, Wang Haiming decided to take a look at the back mountain, estimate how many peaches there are, whether these intermittent tourists can digest them, and whether to find a seller and sell them to the outside world, which is really brain-hurting.

"Hey, the dead bird from there fell on my mountain, it's really unlucky."

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