After Xiuxian came back, I became a vegetable farmer

Lin Qingqing didn't expect that Lin Xian's care for her would continue until now, just like she didn't expect Lin Xian to ask Wang Muyang to take care of her before.

Sister Xian always takes care of people to an unexpected degree.

Lin Qingqing took Lin Xian to her favorite hot pot restaurant in the city, and pulled Lin Xian to thank her while eating. The waiter who came to serve the food didn't even notice the sticky look.

Lin Xian's avatar was eating in the city, which did not prevent her original avatar from having dinner as usual.

This afternoon, Mu Henian told Lin Xian about Mu Xinghe's situation, from life study to cultivation.

It is said that after going abroad, Mu Xinghe's cultivation level increased rapidly.

"Xinghe told me that she can feel that it is easier to absorb the spiritual energy over there." Mu Henian is very kind, since it is easy to absorb foreign spiritual energy, he must also let the nobles enjoy it, "Xiao Lin, is it our place?" There are too many people practicing at the same time, so the consumption is a bit high? How about I take you to study abroad?"

"The spiritual energy in the environment is not easily consumed." Lin Xian said, "The spiritual energy that people can absorb from nature is an extremely small part. The reason why Xinghe thinks it is easier to cultivate is a matter of mentality."

Mu Henian nodded, he could understand that the distance was far enough, it was like changing the world.

Mu Henian sighed. There was no one else around, and there was no need to hide his words. "In the final analysis, it was me, the father, who failed to protect her."

When I said this, I thought that the nobleman would explain a few words, but I didn't expect the nobleman to nod in agreement, "Indeed."

Mu Henian was silent, no matter how rich he was, he couldn't turn back time.

His remorse and remorse are only known to him.

Mu Henian walked beside Lin Xian, and the two of them walked slowly along the path in the village, the pale yellow light pouring down from the street lamp completely covered up the moonlight.

Mu Henian raised his head, his eyes could not help squinting under the light.

Not long ago, this place was a simple and natural mountain village. In less than a year, the location has not changed, but the style has completely changed.

I think that when he first came, he hid his identity as a way of survival. Almost everyone in the village he saw had tiredness and hardship written on his face.

The Xialing Village at that time was in line with his imagination of the countryside.

It seems that simplicity should be associated with poverty.

Now that poverty is gone, he feels that simplicity is gone.

This quiet mountain village has become a tourist attraction. Mu Henian doesn't know whether to praise the village chief's mind, or to lament that the retirement home he found is getting busier every day.

Just thinking about this, a pair of laughing young men and women walked in front of them, passing by with their arms around each other's waists.

"There are more and more people in the village." Mu Henian said, "Lively has its benefits, and quiet has its benefits. My lord, do you like lively or quiet?"

Although Lin Xian had been eating all the time, Mu Henian was standing within arm's length of her. How could Lin Xian not see his undisguised emotional changes.

Of course, Lin Xian also knew what he meant by asking this question.

As long as Lin Xian says he likes to be quiet, Boss Mu will probably provide a quiet place to live.

It was really unnecessary, so Lin Xian gave such an answer: "I like normal."

"Normal." Mu Henian followed Lin Xian's footsteps, smacking these two words in his heart, and the more he tasted, the more he felt that these two words were very meaningful.

The antonym of ordinary is not abnormal. Noble person means that it does not matter whether it is lively or quiet, as long as it is not abnormal.

The two of them walked to the river. In the cultivated open space by the river, people gathered around and had a bonfire party.

In fact, it is a small brazier.

The village chief said that the surrounding area was surrounded by woods, and the wind direction was changeable. If the fire was too big, it would be dangerous, so he set up a small brazier, but the price list for the site fee stubbornly stated bonfire.

The young people gathered around the small fire, they leaned on each other in thick coats, and laughed while toasting, as if young souls should be so carefree.

Mu Henian stood by and watched for a while, mainly to accompany Lin Xian.

His nobleman did not move, and he was willing to accompany him to blow the cold wind.

"It's good to be young." Mu Henian said, "At my age, I can't appreciate the fun anymore."

Lin Xian laughed twice, "They won't appreciate your fun, you go back first, I have to get together with young people." Especially the snacks brought by young people are so novel and attractive.

Lin Xian pretended to be a young man and played with the group for about half an hour. When the table was empty, she used the excuse that it was late and rural people had a regular schedule, and she had to go back to sleep.

The next morning, the village chief was woken up by noises in the yard, and opened the curtains to see his wife arranging firewood.

"What are you doing with that thing?" The village chief was too old to sleep, and it was difficult to fall asleep after being woken up, so he simply put on his clothes and got up.

"It's all money, why don't you take it back." The village head's wife sorted out the firewood she brought back from the open space by the river early in the morning.

The village chief complained, "That's how much money there is, and there was a lot of noise early in the morning."

"A bundle of 20 yuan." The village head's wife said, "You are the village head, and you look down on this little money. There is more than [-] yuan in a pack of cigarettes in your pocket."

"It was all given by others. When did I buy expensive ones?" The village chief sat down on the small bench at the door, "Is breakfast ready?"

The village head's wife threw a piece of bark over, "It's ready, you can eat."

"Hey! You really started to fight early in the morning." The village head put on his cotton shoes, "I'm going out for a walk, don't do it, let's make breakfast first."

No matter what his wife complained behind him, he went out anyway, pretending that he didn't hear it.

Although the village chief is old, his stomach has always been good. It is convenient to go to the public toilet, and he feels hungry when he comes out.

Walking all the way and smelling the smell of other people's breakfast, the village head calculated how long it would take for his own breakfast to be ready.

Walking and walking, they came to the door of Lin Hong's house.

The door of his house was open, and there were three tables of breakfast guests in the living room.

The village chief hesitated again and again and went in.

Lin Hong's wife just came out with cold salad, "The village chief, why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Walk around, stop by your door and sit in."

Lin Hong's wife put down the dishes and led the village chief to sit down by the sofa, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet." The village head took the hot tea from Lin Hong's wife, "Go back and eat later."

"Why go back and eat." Lin Hong's wife was more generous than Lin Hong, "Just eat at my house."

Lin Hong and his wife got up very early, but shopping, preparing vegetables, and making breakfast have been so busy in the morning that they don't even have time to drink water. It just so happens that the village head can take a break when he comes over. Simply set up a table and ask the village head to eat together.

The village head was so happy that he didn't go back, and after a few symbolic excuses, he started eating.

Halfway through the meal, the village chief saw a guest standing up and walking out. It was the tomb robber.

"Eat." Lin Hong saw that the village chief stopped his chopsticks and picked up a small fritter for him, "It's all freshly fried, don't be too polite."

The village chief took the little fried dough stick, "Hey, I told you to keep an eye on that man, did you keep an eye out for me?"

"Hey, why are you staring at him, a novelist, he thinks about strange things all day long."