Longing for a Life: a Four-year-old Zombie

　　Huang Lei's eyes lit up with Lao Huang's words.

　　This is something he has been thinking about in the past few seasons. I will not talk about chopping wood. Every day, the smoke is smoldering, and the sky is still so hot, who can stand it?

　　Although the age is a little older, but who has not been younger?

　　Our teacher Huang was also a little fresh rou who was popular with thousands of girls back then, okay?

　　"Gas? Mr. Huang, borrow, borrow!" Peng Peng shouted excitedly.

　　The biggest beneficiary of the gas is Huang Lei.

　　Peng Peng is not like Ah Hua, who is like a little teddy all day long. As soon as the female guest arrives, she starts to pout and show her muscles.

　　Is chopping wood a physical activity?

　　It's hard to raise such a fat little fat rou.

　　Ahem, I'm bullshitting, mainly because chopping wood is indeed a tiring job, and one must learn to enjoy it.

　　"Gas, it's a good thing, but a thousand dollars is more important to me. Watching you make noodles and bread all day, I feel sorry for my colleagues. In this way, I will borrow a set of gas and an electric oven. is you."

　　Huang Lei's words immediately made the live broadcast room boil.

　　"Shocked: There are black-hearted traders in the mushroom house, when will the forced buying and selling stop."

　　"Hahaha, I admire Mr. Huang for bargaining. People bargain for money, and Mr. Huang's bargaining is terrible!"

　　"I went to the stationery store to buy a lot of pens. Just when I was about to bundle them up, the boss quickly stopped me and said: This one can't be trapped! I asked: What pens need to be bundled? The boss took out a pen with a torn QR code and said. : Only those who have torn the code need to be bundled."

　　"What the hell is upstairs? Did you go to the wrong studio?"

　　"Today I went to Jilin for a trip. When I came back from the trip, the teacher asked me to write a composition. The name of my composition is: Jilin is too beautiful!"

　　"Fuck, the new version of the ship, Austria."

　　"Grass-mud horse, a dead horse!" |

　　"Aren't you going to borrow money? The kind that can't be repaid after borrowing!"

　　.......

　　Old Huang's face became a little exciting, and he was a little depressed.

　　With Huang Lei, it seems that he has never taken advantage of it once.

　　Suddenly hot, he had a flash of inspiration: "Mr. Huang, you can use an electric oven. Tomorrow morning, we will hold a carrot pulling contest. If you choose a few people, we will choose a few people! If you win, the electric oven will be given to you. If you lose , there is no electric oven and no gas, dare to compare!"

　　"Pulling the radish?" Huang Lei asked with a half-smile.

　　"Yes, radish pulling competition." Lao Huang nodded seriously.

　　"We compare with you?"

　　As soon as Huang Lei said this, Lao Huang felt that something was wrong.

　　But the words have already been said, it is difficult to ride a tiger.

　　"Correct."

　　"Hey, I'm so violent!"

　　As soon as Lao Huang finished speaking, a slipper rubbed his forehead and flew over.

　　Qin Qing's eyes lit up, Pidian'er ran over, picked up the slippers and handed them to Huang Lei.

　　Lao Huang glanced at Qin Qing, both angry and funny.

　　"I have a bunch of old and weak women and children here, are you competing with me to pull radishes?" Huang Lei glared at Lao Huang angrily.

　　"Mr. Huang, how about a fair competition? In this way, our two teams are all the same age and gender." Lao Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with some guilt.

　　"This one can be hi! But we agreed in advance that the gas tank must be a standard fifteen kilograms."

　　He Jiong knew that this match was more fortunate than good, but there was no way, for the sake of the show.

　　"Pfft!"

　　Huang Lei suddenly thought of this, and at first he couldn't help laughing.

　　"Mr. He doesn't mention it, I haven't remembered this one yet!"

　　"What's the matter? Is it empty for you?" Shan Zheng asked blankly.

　　"Empty cans are not enough. He gave me a gas canister so big, two kilograms!"

　　Huang Lei gestured while talking, and in the end he couldn't help but laugh first.

　　"Pfft!"

　　"Hahaha."

　　"I thought the chicken strip director team was enough chicken thieves. Compared with this, I felt that the chicken strip program team was sincere enough." Shan Zheng couldn't help laughing.

　　Lao Huang was guilty of being a thief, and smiled awkwardly: "That's not true, our show team has always talked about it."

　　"That's it, as the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid that thieves will miss you. If you put money with us, and you can't sleep well, then it's better."

　　Huang Lei made a wave of complaints, which made the program group lose their voices.

　　"Hahaha, is it really good for Teacher Huang?"

　　"Program Team: Do we want to lose face?"

　　"Official complaints, the most deadly!"

　　"Mom, a teacher Huang is enough for Lao Huang, plus a director of Shan Zheng."

　　"Mourning for Lao Huang!"

　　"Mourning for Lao Huang!"

　　"Thanks to the family of the deceased!"

　　"What the hell is Emma? Just came back and logged on to the live broadcast. You guys will fix this with me?"

　　……

　　PS, thanks to the angel brothers for the monthly pass.

Chapter 50 The three women's war!

"Old Huang, we returned those fruits to fellow villagers. If you look at the arrangement, we won't go. It's like a show."

　　After the war ended, He Jiong, who had seen enough of the excitement, spoke up.

　　"Come on, let's prepare dinner."

　　"Hey, this fungus is enough."

　　"Come on, girl, give me a hand and wash these fungi. Peng Peng, go chop some firewood."

　　Huang Lei assigned tasks while taking things out of the shopping bag.

　　"Mr. Huang, let me chop wood. I've been wanting to try it since I watched the first two seasons."

　　Wheat said voluntarily.

　　Huang Lei glanced at Mai, and couldn't help but smile: "Well, if you want to try it, try it, you must pay attention to safety."

　　With Huang Lei's consent, Mai rushed to the pile of wood in a hurry. He had to take out a log and put it on the wooden pier.

　　The eyes of He Jiong and the others were all attracted to the wheat, the beautiful woman chopping wood, but it was not always the case.

　　Mai clenched the handle of the axe with both hands, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to chop at the log.

　　Who knew that the force was a little too big, and the direction of the axe's descent in mid-air changed.

　　Seeing that the axe was about to be thrown towards the pergola, He Jiong and others, who were watching the excitement, fled in panic.

　　Fortunately, although the axe lost control, it was still tightly grasped by Wheat.

　　The huge inertia made Wheat follow the axe twice, and then fell to the ground.

　　The first person to react was Qin Qing, who ran to Mai's side with short legs.

　　"Sister Mai fell, does it hurt?"

　　Qin Qing took the axe aside very thoughtfully, and looked at Mai worriedly.

　　"Thank you Xiaoqing, sister is fine."

　　When Wheat spoke, he frowned slightly, only to find some blood on his hands.

　　But it's not serious, it should have rubbed on the ground when he fell.

　　"Wuwu, Sister Mai is bleeding. Xiaoqing will give her a blow, so it won't hurt."

　　Qin Qing grabbed Mai's hand, pouted the cute little zui, and carefully blew it a few times.

　　I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mai felt a cold feeling at the wound, and the severe pain really disappeared.

　　"Thank you Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing is the best."

　　Mai couldn't help kissing Qin Qing's face.

　　Zhang Zifeng and Cheng Yuqi, who had rushed up, stopped in unison, their eyes full of jealousy.

　　At this moment, He Jiong and the program team gathered around Mai at almost the same time to confirm that there was nothing wrong with her, and Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Xiaoqing, don't you like Sister Zifeng?"

　　Zhang Zifeng picked Qin Qing up and looked at him seriously.

　　"I like it, Xiaoqing likes Sister Zifeng the most." Qin Qing looked at Zhang Zifeng with some confusion, and answered very seriously.

　　Qin Qing's answer made Cheng Yuqi feel sour: "what about me, do you like sister Qiqi?"

　　"Xiaoqing also likes Sister Qiqi the most." Qin Qing answered very seriously.

　　"No! There can only be one favorite person! Who do you like the most?"

　　Every beautiful girl has a little competitive spirit, and Zhang Zifeng is no exception.

　　She felt that a winner must be decided today, even if it was a bloodbath.

　　Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor, don't worry about it.