"Here's the speed adjustment, the first time you use it, first gear."

"The switch is broken, I'll do it manually."

The function of the small seeder is very simple, just a few buttons, Lang Yangyang quickly remembered.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Shuo pulled the throttle pull valve, pulled it hard, and it caught fire at one time, and the seeder moved suddenly.

Zhuang Shuo was afraid that Lang Yangyang didn't know how to start, and he wanted to take it with his own hands.

I didn't expect Lang Yangyang to be such a strong learner, he just learned all the key points in the teaching, adjusted the seeding mode, seeding speed and throttle speed, and slowly went on the road with the handle of the seeder.

Zhuang Shuo's face was pleasantly surprised, and he unconsciously turned his head to find someone to show it, and turned his head to see several employees standing behind, all ready to start working.

"It's amazing." Xiao Jia said.

Zhuang Shuo heard what he wanted to hear, and after saying "You guys should start too", he ran forward and followed Lang Yangyang.

He followed Lang Yangyang's side, looking at his serious and resolute eyes, sometimes clenching his teeth tightly, and the thin muscles on his arms also appeared.

Six planters worked together, and suddenly the field was filled with the rumbling noise of machinery.

Although Lang Yangyang's speed is not fast, he is very stable, and he has not made a mistake in the middle, but he is not well controlled when turning, and sometimes he needs Zhuang Shuo's help.

Zhuang Shuo originally just wanted Lang Yangyang to experience it, because Lang Yangyang had said before that he had planted it in a flower pot at home before, and he didn't feed it.

Seeing that he was tired and wanted to take over, he was rejected by Lang Yangyang.

Lang Yangyang's forehead was covered with sweat, there was no paper on his body, and he lifted the hem of his T-shirt to wipe his sweat, "I'm not tired, let me finish planting this piece, you can help me get two packs of thyme seeds." ”

Lang Yangyang is not hard-mouthed, he really likes to do this.

In the past two days with Wang Zhijun, although the two did not have any all-night chats after a hangover, but thinking about their respective circumstances, they always couldn't help but sigh, life is like a blind box, and I don't know what style it will be opened.

Seeing my friend's eyes like a lake without waves, it's like my former self.

They are completely different personalities, but the integrity and kindness in their hearts are always the same, and they have suffered a lot of losses because of these.

Lang Yangyang thought that Wang Zhijun was better than himself, and he bravely broke away from the family that he didn't understand and disagree with; He firmly gave up a better school to choose his favorite clothing design; He doesn't care about the eyes of others, and he made self-media openly when he was a student; When you feel that you need more professional fashion skills, you can slow down self-media and enter the magazine.

He sees the world and earns many times more money than he does.

Lang Yangyang can't help but think, is it a fluke that he has the life he has now?

I thought again, should Wang Zhijun also take a step back.

Just like this seeder, the soil is wet, and sometimes the gears that push the machine get stuck in too much dirt to move forward, so you should take a few steps back and let the dirt fall so that you can continue to move forward easily.

Taking a step back, there may really be a sea and a sky.

The noise of the machine roared in his ears, blocking all sounds from the outside world, allowing Lang Yangyang to concentrate on his work, and also giving these thoughts in his head a place to vent.

Four acres of land, 7 machines plus 11 people, four and a half hours.

Finally, the sowing of vanilla and the laying of insulation film were completed.

Lang Yangyang finally understood why many people have to exercise when they are upset, go running, climb mountains and swim, it turns out that their heads will really be empty after exerting their physical strength.

Just sitting on the ridge and blowing the wind makes me feel very happy.

It's like smelling the aroma of baked bread and desserts.

This labor intensity is fine for the employees of the farm and Zhuang Shuo, but for Lang Yangyang, a person who sits in the office all the year round and stands at most in baking, it is really a small life.

"Do you want more?" Zhuang Shuo held a new bottle of soda in his hand.

Lang Yangyang nodded and put the empty bottle in his hand on the ground.

The employees pushed the seeder into the canopy next to it, and Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo sat on the ridge to drink water and rest.

Lang Yangyang drank another half bottle of water, and finally drank enough, and took off the straw hat.

The sweat had already wet the hair on his forehead, and Lang Yangyang shook it vigorously from side to side, brushing his hair back, revealing a smooth forehead.

"Whew-"

Zhuang Shuo tilted his head to look at him: "Tired, aren't you?" ”

At this time, the sunset was already hanging on the mountain, and the evening breeze was cool, probably because the clothes on the two of them were soaked with sweat, and even the wind had a salty smell.

The sun hit Lang Yangyang's face, and he smiled and said, "I'm a little tired." ”

Zhuang Shuo: "A little? ”

Lang Yangyang: "Well, a little bit. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhuang Shuo went straight back and lay down on the grass.

This is the ridge, and the grass is not as well-maintained as the one on the edge of the horse farm, and the knotted grass is interspersed with gravel and dirt that has just been brought by walking.

Even a steel-like man like Zhuang Shuo was screaming pain from the stone when he lay down.

Zhuang Shuo patted the piece behind Lang Yangyang and threw two small stones. Lang Yangyang also lay down.

It turns out that lying on the ground is what it feels like.

It turns out that the land is so reliable.

It turns out that the messy weeds also have their own fragrant smell.

Neither of them spoke, just listened to the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the trees behind them, rustling, rustling, and it was very comfortable to listen to.

"The forest behind is full of old fruit trees." Zhuang Shuo said.

"Hmm."

"Okay, by the way, I wanted to ask you before, do you want to redo your farm's official website? The last time I did a plan to check the information, I saw that many of the company's official websites were well managed. Lang Yangyang looked sideways at Zhuang Shuo slightly.

Zhuang Shuo: "It's too expensive, don't waste that money." ”

Lang Yangyang smiled: "I don't know, I can do it, leave it to me." ”

After resting for a while before getting up and going home, two dirty people and a dirty dog got into Zhuang Shuo's car that was washed to welcome Wang Zhijun.

There is also a gift from Wang Zhijun in the back seat, a big box.

On the way home, Zhuang Shuo went to the small vegetable market to buy some beans and hot pot materials, there is bacon at home, and the beans and rice hot pot for dinner tonight.

After arriving home, Lang Yangyang went to take a bath, and Zhuang Shuo wiped Lei Gong clean and let him rest.

Later, Zhuang Shuo went to take a bath, Lang Yangyang washed the vegetables, and Zhuang Shuo did not come out after washing. Lang Yangyang turned on the fan in the living room and sat on a low stool to open Wang Zhijun's gift to see what it was.

Wang Zhijun has sent a lot of perfume and skin care products to Lang Yangyang before, and this time he weighed the weight, and he felt the same.

Lang Yangyang unpacked the outer package and opened the box.

The moment he saw something, Lang Yangyang really thought it was a foreign skin care product, and he thought about how he hadn't heard of this brand.

Who knew that when you picked it up, it was a variety of functional lubricants and essential oils, as well as several boxes of sleeves, and only then did you know that it was the kind with granular threads when you looked at the picture above.

Confused, Lang Yangyang took out a flat carton package from the bottom of the box, with the name of a sports brand written on it.

But "Zhuyu is in front", Lang Yangyang feels that it will definitely not be a pair of basketball socks or something. “

"Wang ...... Will...... Military ......"

Lang Yangyang picked up the clothes with only a few strips of fabric inside, gritted his teeth and scolded Wang Zhijun.

He picked up his mobile phone and took a photo and sent it to Wang Zhijun, the picture just passed, and Wang Zhijun replied before he finished typing: [Do you like it? Isn't it super good-looking! I brought it back from Thailand! ]

Lang Yangyang: [How can I wear this?] I can't cover anywhere. ]

Wang Zhijun: [What are you looking at?] Wear it, honey, and bewitch your husband. ]

Lang Yangyang put down his mobile phone, looked at the dress with a smile and a smile, and was thinking about what this little leather ring was for, when he heard the bedroom door being opened.

"Yangyang." Zhuang Shuo came out of the shower, forgot to bring a change of clothes, only wrapped a bath towel, he walked over, "You took it...... It's ......"

"......" Lang Yangyang quickly stuffed the things in his hand into the box.

"Ahem." Zhuang Shuo was not blind, he touched his nose and wanted to say something, but found that his brain was empty with qi and blood surging.

He stopped talking several times, and then rushed into the bedroom with a bath towel.

Lang Yangyang: "......"

Chapter 39

Lang Yangyang pursed his lips and pondered for a while, sighed funny and helplessly, took out the clothes that had just been stuffed into the box, folded them, and put them back in the cardboard box.

When Lang Yangyang saw something, the first thing he thought about was that Wang Zhijun could really toss, and he didn't think about how he wore it for the first time.

But obviously, Zhuang Shuo's reaction just now looked different from his own.

Lang Yangyang slowly put away everything, and couldn't help but think in his heart, he and Zhuang Shuo have been married for a while, and their relationship has been heating up, but they are still quite polite in bed.

- It's not a matter of physical strength and feelings, it's too polite.

The first few days of marriage were more frequent, Lang Yangyang had to endure backache to go to work every day when he got up, Zhuang Shuo knew that this would affect his body and work too much, so he took the initiative to reduce the frequency.

Now it's about once every three days, and Lang Yangyang thinks this frequency is quite reasonable.

It's not been together for long now, it's still very fresh, and every time it's that time, the two of them feel very satisfied.

But if you tell the truth, there are really no tricks, it all depends on physical strength and emotion.

Although Lang Yangyang has not been in love before, he still occasionally reads some comics or films, and has heard a lot of strange gossip and experiences from Wang Zhijun.

As the saying goes, I have never eaten pork and have seen a pig run, Lang Yangyang used to be like this, but now it has changed, now I have seen a pig run and eaten pork, but at present I have only eaten boiled pork lean meat, and there are pork belly pork legs and pig head pigs in the water have not been eaten.

There's a lot left for them to experience.

Lang Yangyang looked at the box that had been summarized, and the bottles and cans in it had not been opened, and after thinking about it, he picked out a brown package and oil printed with English letters, took it out, and put it in a small box on the coffee table.

Zhuang Shuo went back to the house and came out wearing long sleeves and trousers.

He usually prefers to wear tougher clothes, such as jackets, denim shirts, etc., and now he wears a long raglan sleeves and loose gray leggings sweatpants, which are more American casual and show off his figure. Compared with the usual tough guy style, Lang Yangyang feels that this relaxed and homely appearance is more tasteful.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Shuo was not confident, and lowered his head and pulled his pants, "Isn't it good-looking?" ”

Lang Yangyang shook his head: "No, it's beautiful, it's very homely." ”

The iron-blooded wolf Zhuang Shuo was said to be at home for the first time, doesn't this mean that Lang Yangyang is very satisfied with his performance at home?