"Hahaha!"

On the beautifully decorated rooftop, Mengna's hearty laughter could be heard.

She laughed heartily, holding her hand to her stomach and laughing.

"Kidding you, do you think we really want to sleep in a room? Whichever one you want to sleep in, you choose. Meng Na said.

Jiang Xiaohu's face was red, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

He was a little angry, got to his feet, and turned to go downstairs. This is too humiliating, isn't it? What do you think of me? When you have never seen the world? Hey, if you think about it, you are such a person!

But this did not prevent Jiang Xiaohu from walking majesticly, Meng Na saw that he was really angry, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold him: "Ouch, brother, are you angry?"

"I don't take you to bully people like this!" Jiang Xiaohu said, he pulled his hand hard, and Meng Na held on.

"Yo, boy, you're all fine meat!"

Jiang Xiaohu was speechless: "That's called muscle, and I'm not Zhu Bajie." ”

"Giggles, okay, don't be angry with my sister. Meng Na smiled, "Am I wrong?"

"Then what do you say you are wrong?" Jiang Xiaohu decided to punish her well.

Meng Na said: "You are a righteous gentleman, I shouldn't laugh at you." ”

"That's pretty much it. Jiang Xiaohu nodded, "Let's go, let's drink." ”

Actually? He turned around and snickered. 、

After that, Meng Na really didn't dare to joke with him easily, the two kept a suitable distance, chatted until midnight, and finally went back to their rooms to rest.

Jiang Xiaohu also took a bath at Meng Na's house, and miraculously, when he woke up the next morning, he found that his clothes had been washed and dried.

"Why did it dry so quickly? It's impossible!" Jiang Xiaohu touched the clothes that still smelled of the sun, and he didn't know the existence of a dryer at this time.

Luliu County is hot and humid in summer, and it takes about two days to dry the clothes after washing.

Dressed neatly, Jiang Xiaohu came to the living room and found an aunt in her forties and fifties busy cleaning. Compared to last night, today's room is neat and brighter. It's good to have money, you don't need to do anything yourself.

At this moment, the importance of money once again deepened in Jiang Xiaohu's mind.

Seeing him come out of the room, the aunt was not surprised at all, and greeted him very warmly.

"You're Huzi, right?" said the aunt, "Miss Meng has explained to me and made you breakfast, go eat it." ”

"Oh, thank you!" Jiang Xiaohu was not quite used to this kind of life of being served, but he still happily accepted the invitation and ran to the restaurant.

Sun eggs, whole wheat bread, a large glass of milk, and a few knots of yam on a stick of corn. In fact, the latter two foods are commonplace for Jiang Xiaohu, but he has never eaten the first ones.

After eating breakfast in the city and driving a tricycle out of the community, Jiang Xiaohu felt a little floating. Especially when passing by the sentry box, the security guard nodded to him, like a pug. Jiang Xiaohu looked down on this kind of people in his heart, but he pitied them.

There's no way, it's all about money.

For the next few days, the days were uneventful. The matter of renting land and contracting farms is proceeding in an orderly manner, and Zhang Fugong has also stopped a lot, and he has not even been seen drinking tea and listening to the drama in front of the door recently.

In the village, the old and young ladies talked less and less about the scandal between Jiang Xiaolong and Miao Chrysanthemum, as well as the Hulunbuir prairie on Zhang Fugong's head.

In the evening of this day, Jiang Xiaohu finished his work, took a bath, ate dinner, and sat in front of the door to enjoy the coolness.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sky is blood-red, reflecting the green with red in the tip of the mountain, and the red with green, which is very beautiful.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of this mountain village, Jiang Xiaohu couldn't help but think of the night scene he saw in the community that night. The scenery in the city is beautiful, but he still prefers the scenery of his hometown.

It's just that there are no street lights in the village until now, which is unpleasant. Jiang Xiaohu sat on the threshold, wearing a vest and big pants, and flip-flops on his feet, very casual and comfortable.

A flashlight flashed in the distance, and a person was walking quickly, and finally stopped at the door of Jiang Xiaohu's house, standing two or three meters away from him.

Jiang Xiaohu thought it was a passerby at first, but this passer-by hadn't left for a long time, so he took a serious look, yo, it turned out to be his 'girlfriend' Zhang Xiaohua.

"It's you!" Jiang Xiaohu stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked down the steps.

Zhang Xiaohua nodded sullenly, turned around and walked under the big banyan tree opposite, Jiang Xiaohu could see that she had something on her mind, so she followed.

There were people under the big banyan tree enjoying the coolness, in groups of three or five, and no one noticed them.

"Brother Huzi, I ......" Zhang Xiaohua lowered her head, looking preoccupied, and stopped talking several times.

She was wearing a red and white, small floral skirt, which was actually a very earthy style, but when she wore it, she looked particularly plain and beautiful under the moonlight.

Country girls, although they don't have the flavor of city women, have their own rustic beauty.

"What's up? Jiang Xiaohu asked.

After several questions, Zhang Xiaohua said, "Can you do me another favor?"

Jiang Xiaohu's nerves tensed up suddenly, and he asked, "Did your father beat you again?"

He shook his big hand, and the joints were bulging and clicking, full of power.

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly shook his head: "No, he hasn't moved since the last time." It's just them...... They want to tell me about my mother-in-law's family, and they say that I don't want to, can you help me push it off?"

Jiang Xiaohu was worried: "Speaking of my mother-in-law, this is not easy to do." ”

After all, Zhang Xiaohua is the daughter of Zhang Fugong and Miao Juhua, although it is fashionable to marry autonomously now, but the mountain village has the customs of a mountain village. Most of the girls who don't study are still in the hands of their parents when they choose their partners.

"But I really don't want to marry a divorced man, he's in his thirties. Zhang Xiaohua was very disappointed and said with a crying voice.

This girl is a bit similar to her mother's personality, she has to be strong, and she usually doesn't cry. Now that she is like this, Jiang Xiaohu realizes that things are a bit serious.

"Thirty years old, have you ever been divorced, what do your parents think?" Jiang Xiaohu touched the back of his head and pondered for a moment, "Okay, I'll help you." ”