Chapter 66
The money in Zhao Wenqiu's little rich woman's hands was taken away by Liu Sufang before it was hot enough.

The little girl struggled for a long time, but in the end she couldn't hold back the old lady's broom bump that controlled her destiny.

"What are you doing with so much money, little girl?"

Liu Sufang was afraid that this girl would not learn well with so much money. There are many routines in big cities, so she had to guard against them.

Zhao Wenqiu knew the current affairs, so he knew that the money would never come back, but fortunately, he didn't tell his wife about the salary that the third brother gave, she thought angrily in her heart.

Hmph, ten yuan a day, and I can save 300 yuan before school starts!
Since Zhao Wenmu went to Jin Province, Zhao Jing took over the management of the crayfish stall, and this power has been in her hands ever since.

After Zhao Wenmu came back, at the beginning she and Zhao Wenmu were awkward, and Zhao Wenmu was just like a quail, just making the bottom material, frying crayfish, and management matters. Zhao Wenyuan, Gangzi and two guys came to ask, and he would not express his opinion. , Let Zhao Jing decide everything.

Later, Zhao Jing finally stopped being angry with him.

Zhao Wenmu also got his wish and experienced the fun of the small iron box.

It's very moist.

Zhao Jing wanted to return the management rights of the crayfish stall to him, but Zhao Wenmu waved his hand:
"Ah Jing, you are the proprietress, I am a cook, I will listen to you in the future!"

After Zhao Wenmu finished speaking, he felt that the idea was sound, so he quickly added:
"In all future businesses, you will be the boss, and I will work for you."

Seeing his serious expression when he spoke, Zhao Jing was also very happy.

She raised her chin and said proudly:
"Then I'll pay you!"

"I raise you!"

On the sunny and delicate face, a pair of big almond eyes are clear and vivid.

Sure enough, women nourished by love are different.

Zhao Wenmu couldn't help lowering his head and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Okay, how much do you pay me a day?"

"I still have a daughter-in-law and a child to support, so the wages must not be less!"

Zhao Wenmu said with a smile.

"twenty!"

Zhao Jing tilted her head and thought for a while, "No, fifty!"

"Haha, okay, fifty, I will be yours from now on!"

After speaking, he laughed and picked up Zhao Jing and walked towards the house.

Collect money to do things, start working immediately, no deception!
……

The storm hit.

It had been sunny a moment earlier, with a breeze blowing through the treetops.

Something seemed to be brewing in the air, and an invisible pressure was forming around.

"Not good! It's going to rain!"

On the drying yard, Liu Sufang who was picking mushrooms suddenly yelled.

Before I knew it, there was silence and no wind around, but the grass under my feet was still moving without wind.

The tense pressure in the air seemed to gradually solidify, and the unconscious goosebumps of everyone present rose.

This weird scene made everyone extremely nervous, and immediately rushed to collect the mushrooms.

Summer is rainy, but Qilu Province is located in the northern temperate zone, with many plains and hills, and the terrain is not complicated, so extreme weather is not common.

Hail is already considered a serious natural disaster.

But at the moment the weather is obviously a little abnormal.

In the past, before a heavy rain came, it was sweltering and hot, and soon a strong wind hit, followed by dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and then there was a downpour.

The villagers who picked mushrooms on the mountain and the laborers who built the water lifting station on the construction site all noticed this unusual scene.

"Stop work! Stop work! Come down from above, pack your things, and stay away from the scaffolding!"

Zhao Xuehai shouted hoarsely.

"Go home! Come home! It's going to rain!"

The mushroom pickers also greeted each other, and immediately picked up the bamboo baskets and walked home.

In the drying field, everyone hurriedly picked up the undried mushrooms into the dustpan, and carried them to the warehouse and Zhao Wenmu's home.

Zhao Jing, Zhao Wenqiu and the others arranged the wooden shelves neatly in the room, and poured mushrooms on top of each dustpan.

No way, the indoor space is limited, and the mushrooms on the shelves can only be piled up together.

Brothers Zhao Wenmu and Zheng Guangming, who have been helping to dry the mushrooms these days, took shovels and picks to strengthen and deepen the drainage ditch.

There was originally a circle of raised sand around the warehouse to prevent rainwater from pouring into the warehouse, but now they have raised it and widened it a bit.

Zheng Guangming only had one arm, and it was inconvenient to do it, so he simply ran to carry the mushrooms.

The dried mushrooms were packed in big sacks, and Zhao Wenjun helped to lift them up. Zheng Guangming immediately put them on his back and ran to the warehouse quickly.

Sanlizhuang and Shandongtou Village.

Zhao Wenyan, Song Guanjun and others who were buying mushrooms immediately stopped their work and asked the villagers to call back those who hadn't left the mountain.

They shipped the harvested mushrooms directly to their respective homes, where they spread them indoors to dry.

Otherwise, the mushrooms will soon become moldy and rot.

A black wall with a height of several hundred meters quickly appeared on the far horizon, advancing towards people with overwhelming momentum.

This wall is boundless, covering almost half of the horizon, and on the top of the black wall, there is a white front line, like the cold light of a blade.

There is a chill between heaven and earth.

Everyone, whether it was the drying yard, the water pumping station, Sanlizhuang, or Shandongtou Village, saw this terrible scene.

This black wall seemed to be everywhere, quickly covering the entire horizon.

After a while, the strong wind blew head-on, and the surrounding area quickly became hazy, making one wonder whether it was daytime or evening.

The wind blew on his body and face, causing burning pain.

There is still a small half of the mushrooms that have not been snatched into the warehouse.

The air has become humid, making it even more difficult to breathe, Liu Sufang shouted, "No, the rain is coming soon!"

The big guys are desperately grabbing mushrooms.

On the construction site of the water lifting station, the scaffolding was swaying in the strong wind. Everyone had already evacuated to a safe place, but they could not return to the village for the time being.

Looking at the safe and sound people, Zhao Xuehai breathed a sigh of relief.

But he immediately became worried again, not knowing what was going on in the village.

The villagers who picked mushrooms have also returned home.

Now only the people in the drying yard are still picking up mushrooms!

Suddenly some people rushed out from several nearby households. Without saying anything, they rushed to the drying yard and started collecting mushrooms.

Finally, when the raindrops began to drip down, the mushrooms were all put away.

Some embarrassed people immediately hid in the house.

Looking worriedly at the sky.

Big drops of water began to drip, and Zhao Wenmu even suspected that it was hail, and it hit the iron basin in the yard with a "bang bang" sound.

After a while, the hailstones really mixed with the raindrops and fell down.

The Zhao family stood at the gate of the yard, looking at the drying yard and warehouse not far away.

Soon there were streams of water rushing on the ground, and there was already thunder in the ravine outside the village, indicating that a mountain torrent had erupted.

During heavy rains, especially in summer, the already soaked land cannot hold more water, and the rainwater will continue to collect along the field ridges and gullies into larger ravines, and finally roll down mixed with vegetation and soil. into rivers and reservoirs.

At this time, the water flows against each other and scours the stone wall to make a loud sound.

After a while, the weather returned to normal, that is, the common lightning, thunder, and heavy rain.

The lightning didn't last long, and it turned into the sound of rain hitting the eaves.

Taking advantage of the lightening of the rain, everyone returned home, and the villagers on the construction site also returned to the village safely.

Although the rain is much lighter, it seems that it will not stop for a while.

Zhao Wenmu thought for a while, and he couldn't get out of the stall today.

He simply picked up the little girl, took Zhao Jing's hand, and came to the study.

After brewing a pot of tea, the young couple were relatively speechless, just drinking tea and reading a book peacefully.

The sound of water dripping from the eaves, and the sound of rain hitting the window lattice came in from time to time.

Later, when the mountain torrents gradually subsided, the frogs kept croaking and croaking.

The little girl was sleeping quietly beside her.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of pages.

Zhao Wenmu enjoyed this feeling very much.

In his previous life, he was alone, so he would often stay in the study and read a book, sitting for most of the day.

It's been so long since I've been reborn, and I've been busy like a spinning top. This is the first time I don't have to think or do anything in broad daylight, just read a book quietly.

Zhao Jing was by her side.

The little girl is also here.

This is the life I want most, isn't it?
Zhao Wenmu took a piece of paper, bowed his head and wrote down:
I remember when I was a teenager, everyone was sincere/Say a word, it’s a sentence/Early in the morning at the train station, the long street was dark and there were no pedestrians/The small shop selling soy milk was steaming/In the past, the sun slowed down, cars, horses, and mail all Slow / Life is only enough to love one person / The locks in the past were also beautiful, and the keys are exquisite and stylish / Once you lock it, people will understand.

"Once Upon a Time" by contemporary poet Mu Xin.

This poem is about the first love with which he corresponded for five years.

Mu Xin has only loved one person in his life, and that was his first love, but unfortunately it ended in vain.

Mu Xin later said, in life, my family is ruined and my children and grandchildren are cut off.Love, my willows and flowers are bright, but there is no village.After all, it depends on art to survive.Whether it is luck or misfortune, as long as you master literature, you will be considered a success.

In his previous life, Zhao Wenmu liked this poem the most, probably because he had some empathy.

Zhao Jing took the paper written by Zhao Wenmu, looked at the man's strong handwriting, and carefully read the poems on it.

"In the past, chariots and horses were slow, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime."

she murmured softly.

"It's really well written."

After a while, she raised her head and looked at Zhao Wenmu with burning eyes:
"Zhao Wenmu, will you only love me?"

"meeting!"

"I will only love you forever, Ah Jing."

Zhao Wenmu put her hand in the palm of his hand, clasped his fingers together, and assured her earnestly.

Zhao Jing just looked at him like this, with only him in her eyes.

Seeing Zhao Wenmu's heart itching, just about to take action, Zhao Jing spoke softly again.

"But Sister Wen Jing said that in the past, although traveling slowly, you could only love one person in your life, but you could take many concubines. Zhao Wenmu, do you want to take concubines too?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhao Wenmu choked on the saliva and coughed again and again, which woke up the little girl.

What else did Yao Wenjing say to Zhao Jing? !

Fortunately, I thought that this girl had learned a lot of knowledge from Yao Wenjing, and this is what she learned about her feelings?
(End of this chapter)

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