The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 117 You have a secret with the little girl again, it's not authentic,
"At least thirty."

"There are many people sitting in the car behind."

When Lin Jingcheng ran head-on, no fewer than thirty trucks, loaded with wood, bricks and tiles, and twenty craftsmen who were good at building houses, drove into Longquan Village head to tail.

Longquan Village was boiling again, and villagers gathered from all directions to Ye's family.

Qingyang took the opportunity to announce to the public that his master intended to benefit the villagers, donated money to build an academy, and let the children go to school for free.

After a few seconds of silence in front of the gate of the Ye family, warm cheers erupted.

The villagers of Longquan Village were grateful, and some people shed tears with excitement.

The craftsmen have just arrived and have no place to stay.

The men from each family were enthusiastic and offered to help unload the goods, clean out the vacant rooms, and arrange them to live in their own homes.

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"Jun Lan, girl Yan."

Lin Jingcheng approached, glanced at the wooden barrel containing the mussels, and smiled jokingly: "You guys had a lot of fun while I was away."

"It's not as good as you."

Ye Junlan's eyes showed approval: "In less than a day after going out, everything has been solved, and the materials and manpower have been brought back."

"It's a coincidence for me too."

Lin Jingcheng laughed aloud, with a little arrogance: "Lingyan Academy is well-known, and the number of students is increasing day by day. Wang Quan intends to expand. These people and materials were originally used by him to interrupt the expansion, but I cut them off."

"Wang Quan should cry."

Ye Junlan smiled, and asked again: "How about discussing the matter with the master? Would he like to come to the countryside to teach?"

"He said that he would draw suitable teachers from the academy to teach in the countryside in turn."

Lin Jingcheng was quite satisfied with Wang Quan's attitude: "He would spare a few days every month to come to the countryside in person to teach Yan girl."

Ye Junlan breathed a sigh of relief quietly: "It would be best if he could come."

"Dean Wang? He came to teach me himself?"

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Ye Xiuyan pinched a small spell, dried her hair and clothes, and put on her coat.

"Yes."

Lin Jingcheng bent down, picked a river mussel the size of a pigeon egg from the wooden bucket, shook it in his palm, and threw it out, hitting a series of floats on the water.

"Hey."

Ye Junlan stopped with a smile: "We bought mussels for use, not for you to play with."

"purchase?"

Lin Jingcheng was taken aback for a moment, and paused at the mussel's movements: "Why do you buy mussels?"

"secret."

Ye Junlan laughed jokingly: "I won't tell you."

"Okay, Junlan."

Lin Jingcheng rubbed his hands, and approached him: "Just after I left for a long time, you have a secret with the little girl again, it's not real, why don't you treat me like a brother?"

"Yes, what can you do to me?"

Ye Junlan smiled and turned back, turning the wheelchair and sliding backwards.

"Oh, I haven't seen you all morning, I've lost my temper."

Lin Jingcheng stretched out his finger, as if to spare him: "Really, what's the secret between you and the little girl?"

Ye Junlan pointed to the wooden barrel, pretending to be deep: "The secret is right under your feet, it's just that you haven't realized it."

"Barrel?"

Lin Jingcheng was confused and kicked the barrel.

He used a bit too much force, the barrel swayed a few times, and unfortunately it fell over.

The clam splashed out and splashed his feet.

"Uh."

Lin Jingcheng was embarrassed, two drops of cold sweat dripped from the back of his head.

"Pfft."

Ye Xiuyan couldn't hold back for a moment, burst out laughing.

"Hahaha."

Ye Junlan rarely saw his embarrassment, and smiled happily.

　Thank you Xiaoxiang Academy's little fairy 08650 for the Xiaoxiang ticket.

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