Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang frowned in annoyance, her mind became a mess.

   If I had known about this trouble, I might as well run away one day earlier and go to the imperial capital to hide and relax.

   But she couldn't blame the troubled Wang Qingshan family.

  The old man is completely kind to her, she can't help but know what's wrong.

   Even the arrogant husband and wife Wang Haoming and Yuge were soft-spoken in disguise, and they even asked for leave to send their son over to apologize. This sincerity is very rare.

   Or maybe He Junfeng, the head of He Da, sent a message to relieve her worries, so that she could go north as soon as possible?

   No matter who it is, she will lead it.

  What should we do with interviews that are just for a while? Worry to death!

   "Su Haitang, don't forget my melons, there are 20 a day." Huang Zhenxing caught up after eating the melons and reached out to help her push the cart.

  How dare Su Haitang let him do this job as an official who sits at a desk all day long, thank him politely, and ask him for scriptures in distress.

   "I just planted some melons, and I haven't sold anything yet, so I wouldn't be so inspiring, right? I'm not a typical example of getting rich."

   "Isn't it happy to help you promote it for free? It doesn't look stupid, you are wise?"

   Huang Zhenxing's request for help to push the cart was rejected. He knew that Su Haitang despised him, so he gave her an angry look.

  Su Haitang smiled wryly and tried to struggle.

   "I'm just a native farmer. I haven't gone to school for a few days, so how can a clumsy person say anything. Otherwise, you can help me talk to someone, and the interview will be avoided, right?"

   "The melons can be sold to you at a low price, and I can't tell you to run for nothing today. These two baskets of melons are all for you."

   "Look at your worthless appearance!" Huang Zhenxing picked out another sweet-smelling melon, and smelled the fragrance from time to time in his hand.

   "Didn't you speak well yesterday? Just say that."

  Su Haitang was attacked twice, knowing that this time the errand was inevitable, so she had to think silently with a bitter face.

   arrived at the brigade shortly after, and to Su Haitang's surprise, He Junfeng was also there.

   The leaders of all sizes turned their attention to the distinguished guests of the Imperial Capital, and they greeted warmly, hoping to hang up a number in front of the distinguished guests. It is best to get a word so that they can immediately rise to the top and become a half-level.

  He Junfeng saw Su Haitang and several people come in, and got up to give up his seat to Zhang Yuee.

   Zhang Yue'e was a little nervous in the face of a room of leaders, and she modestly gave in again and again.

  Su Haitang couldn't bear to be embarrassed by the embarrassment of the milk, so she simply told the milk to go home first, and called the uncle and the second uncle to help pick melons.

   Zhang Yue'e said politely, and asked her granddaughter to Chief He and the old village chief, and then walked away happily.

   "Come on, let's try our Haitang's melons and listen to her introduction of advanced experience without delay."

  The old village chief personally brought someone to wash a pot of melons and served them up, greeting everyone to eat melons.

  The people in the village are not too particular about eating melons.

  Huang Zhenxing had just eaten a melon, and he felt that it was not enough. He reached out to pick up a melon, and broke it with both hands, and the fragrance was overflowing.

   He handed half of it to Little Treasure beside him, motioning him to eat.

   Xiaobao took a gentle bite, and chewed quickly with bright eyes, like a little squirrel.

  The seductive sweet fragrance filled the air, and everyone could not help but secrete saliva, but they were shy of their manners, so they didn't reach out to take it.