"Why don't you stir-fry some food?" Song Zhifeng looked at the lack of oil and water at all, and frowned.

"No oil, Zhifeng, you don't know that this educated youth is the same as a thief." Zhao Lingling saw that Song Zhifeng was unhappy, put down the bowl in her hand, and said in a low voice.

"It's okay, forget it, it was my magic barrier a few days ago, and I'll find a way to go from tomorrow."

Song Zhifeng looked at Zhao Lingling's sweet smile and docile appearance, and thought of Ming Jing's always cold face for no reason.

immediately felt that it was better for Zhao Lingling, not to mention that Zhao Lingling still had his son Song Zhifeng, the incense of the Song family, in his belly.

Ming Jing got up early the next morning, Song Jiaojiao was still asleep, Ming Jing thought about it and didn't bother her, so she went to work first.

As soon as she arrived at the ground, Ming Jing saw the old man of the village chief coming over with a spring breeze on his face, and it was not surprising that Ming Jing saw a group of honest quail-like young people not far behind the village chief.

Ming Jing and one of them looked at each other, and the person nodded almost invisibly when he saw Ming Jing, knowing in his heart that Ming Jing was very satisfied with himself, and the next second the two of them staggered their gazes.

What is surprising is that Song Zhifeng actually came, his injuries have not healed yet, and he is limping a little when he walks.

Seeing Ming Jing, Song Zhifeng snorted coldly, as if Ming Jing was something dirty.

The autumn harvest is imminent, and the village chief can only pretend not to see these small actions of Song Zhifeng.

As in previous years, the village chief said a bunch of inspiring words with a loudspeaker, which boiled the blood of both the villagers and the educated youth.

The educated youths were eager to take the sickle and cut all the hundreds of acres of land in one go, in order to express their enthusiasm for building the countryside.

The villagers wanted to collect a little more so that their children could have a good winter.

The village chief saw that everyone's enthusiasm had been aroused, "Okay, let's get to work!" ”

Everyone rushed over with a hula and a duck in the water, fluttering and fluttering into the wheat field.

Each team began to work hard, wanting to do more than others, and Mingjing was assigned to a shady wheat field.

Someone in the same team was unhappy.,Pull your face and be pulled by someone before you reluctantly go to work.。。

Aunt Tian stepped off the ground as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, taking the lead and rushing forward with a hula.

The scythes danced so fast that between the ups and downs, the wheat was cut and placed neatly on the ground, and then tied up together.

After a while, the sun was shining, and with a loud horn from the village chief, Ming Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the sickle and began to go back to the ground.

The work is divided into three times, from 5 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock to go back to eat, from 8 o'clock to continue to work until 12 o'clock, and at 2 o'clock in the afternoon to 6 o'clock.

If you can't finish the work, or if you want to do a little more work, you can come early.

This morning, the village chief's speech was delayed a little, and everyone didn't do much work, so they walked quietly to the shadow of the ground, and many people continued to work in the field.

Ming Jing took a look, it was all some families who were more difficult, and the educated youths began to go back early.

Ming Jing didn't delay, and walked home, it is estimated that Jiaojiao has not woken up yet, and she can cook for her when she goes back.

Halfway through, Ming Jing looked at the ex-husband in front of her, who had lived together for more than three years.

Song Zhifeng has completely lost his previous appearance, his hair is a little messy, and he can see that he has smoothed it with his hands, but it is still messy.

The white shirt that used to be best worn is now crumpled, and it is impossible to tell whether it is white or gray above the collar.

But these have nothing to do with Ming Jing, and Ming Jing's gaze didn't even stay on Song Zhifeng.

"Mingjing! You wait! Song Zhifeng was stuck here and wanted to block Ming Jing, seeing that Ming Jing left directly, he hurriedly chased after him.

Song Zhifeng stretched out his hands, because he was close, Ming Jing even smelled a foul smell, just like the smell of a latrine.

Seeing Ming Jing covering her nose and wanting to be eight meters away from her, Song Zhifeng was stunned at first, and then his eyes flashed with anger in the next second.

I don't blame her for doing this, Ming Jing still dares to have the face to dislike herself.

In the next second, Song Zhifeng walked towards Ming Jing regardless of it, Ming Jing's expression was cold, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

Song Zhifeng stopped three steps away from Ming Jing, with a gentle smile on his face that he had always had, looking so amiable.

"Mingjing, there is still a Jiaojiao between us, do you really want to be so stiff with me? Besides, wouldn't it be a dilemma for Jiaojiao to be caught in the middle in the future. "Song Zhifeng's IQ is completely online.

"I don't want you to be like that, as long as we can get along like friends, it's good for everyone, especially Jiaojiao, do you want her to be fatherless and motherless since she was a child like you?"

Knowing that Ming Jing's weakness was used to persecute Ming Jing, as Song Zhifeng expected, Ming Jing's coldness at the beginning slowly disappeared.

"I, you don't care, but what about Jiaojiao? Doesn't Jiaojiao care about her father? ”

Song Zhifeng retreated Ming Jing's defense line step by step, seeing that Ming Jing was really shaken, he was secretly happy in his heart, sure enough, Zhao Lingling was right, and the attack was the best.

He only thought about taking it from Ming Jing before, but he forgot that he was no longer with her, and Song Jiaojiao didn't help him, and the people in the village would stand up for her.

If he still has a good relationship with Mingjing, then the village will still help him even if he is unhappy, and Song Zhifeng, the protector of Dongshui Village, has experienced it before.

In this way, he can still live his previous life, and he can still make those things in the educated youth center obedient and obedient.

Song Zhifeng was thinking that he could still get some oil and meat from Ming Jing and go back, seeing that every household had pork two days ago, Song Zhifeng was even more drooling.

Seeing that Ming Jing still didn't speak, Song Zhifeng was anxious and said with a fire..."It's that you don't like Lingling, I can also wait for her to give birth to a child and take it to you to raise, and then I will divorce her, and our family of four will have a good life." ”

Song Zhifeng thought that what he said could make Ming Jing agree, but he just moved his mouth first.

At that time, if Ming Jing really wants to have a child, she will take Zhao Lingling to live in it, and she will be able to change houses.

"Song Zhifeng, I thought you were just cowardly and selfish, but I didn't expect you to be so despicable."

Ming Jing opened her mouth coldly, breaking Song Zhifeng's wishful thinking.

"Wait, Mingjing, don't you like children?"

Song Jiaojiao can't put down the love that she loves every bright and quiet, wouldn't it be better to have one more?

"Hmph, Song Zhifeng, don't think that everyone is like you, patriarchal, I will only love the child who comes out of my belly.

And don't you really think that cats and dogs can be compared to my petiteness! ”

"In the end, I told you Song Zhifeng, even if I am useless Mingjing, it is impossible for me to raise children for others, put away your little thoughts, otherwise your life may not be as good as now!"

After warning Song Zhifeng, Ming Jing raised her feet and left, she was afraid that if she stood with Song Zhifeng for a long time, she would easily get a bad smell.

Seeing that Ming Jing was gone, Zhao Lingling ran over from the grass next to her, and said happily: "Did she agree?" ”

Song Zhifeng shook his head with a cold face, Zhao Lingling's face fell, the words that Song Zhifeng said just now were repeatedly discussed by Song Zhifeng's brother Zhao Lingling yesterday.

If Ming Jing agreed, they could live in Ming Jing's house, so they would never have to smell that stench again.

Zhao Lingling felt that surviving in that environment was really a test for people, at least she regretted it a little bit and ignored Song Zhifeng so early.

As soon as this thought arose, it was suppressed by Zhao Lingling, and when Song Zhifeng became rich, the beauties around him would follow one after another at that time, and they might not be able to enter Song Zhifeng's eyes.

It's better to catch it early, so that he can remember that she accompanies her through thick and thin, so that he can live a good life as a rich wife in the future.

Song Zhifeng and Zhao Lingling were lost for a while, and Zhao Lingling comforted: "It's okay, Brother Zhifeng, she can't stop you from seeing your daughter!" As long as Song Jiaojiao is facing you, even Ming Jing is helpless! When the time comes..."

Zhao Lingling didn't finish the rest of the words, but Song Zhifeng understood the meaning, put away the coldness on his face, and said with a smile: "You're right!" You can't stop your daughter from recognizing her father! ”

The two went back to the educated youth institute together, and Song Zhifeng, who went back, was inevitably sneered at again.

Ming Jing was light when she came back, usually Song Jiaojiao hadn't gotten up at this time, and Ming Jing didn't want to disturb her, she ate more and slept more to grow better.

As soon as Ming Jing pushed the door, she saw a long wire at the door, connected to a black board in the yard, connected to the house.

As soon as Ming Jing pushed open the door, she smelled a fragrance mixed with a cool air.

Let Mingjing's heat calm down, the strange thing is that I don't know how Song Jiaojiao got it, this fragrance and coolness can only be felt inside and outside the house.

Song Jiaojiao was taking out egg custard from the microwave oven, and white rice porridge was boiling in the pot.

On top of that, the boxy box with wires connected to the corners was snorting out with a cold wind.

Song Jiaojiao saw that Ming Jing was back, and hurriedly said while putting the egg custard: "Mom, you're back!" It's hot or not, go to the air cooler and blow it. ”

Before Ming Jing could wash her hands, she was pushed to the air cooler by Song Jiaojiao, and Song Jiaojiao brought another basin of water.

Ming Jing was moved to death.

Song Jiaojiao took out these things so that Ming Jing could come back to catch her breath and have a better rest.

When Ming Jing left this morning, Song Jiaojiao followed up, looking at the sun outside, it could turn people into dried meat.

Song Jiaojiao ran into the space to see if there was anything that could be useful.

I couldn't take it out after looking for it, even if I took it out, I couldn't use it, and the angry Song Jiaojiao wanted to lose this useless grocery store.

Since Song Zhifeng was driven away, Song Jiaojiao has never seen him injured and unlucky, and there has never been any delicious food on the food shelf, Song Jiaojiao is now desperate to let it appear a little ice cream.