Chapter 96 Serious nonsense
The train is coming to the station soon.
Tang Yulan held Jiang Zhiying tightly, Jiang Shixun carried the bag in one hand and protected the mother and daughter in the other, and got off the train carefully.
Because of the large number of people and the incident of the tiger son, the couple were very nervous, for fear that their precious daughter would be held "sheep".
After leaving the train station, Jiang Shixun took the mother and daughter to the bus familiarly.
He has been here many times and is very familiar with it.
They were lucky. The bus that they were going to take was parked waiting for someone. After getting up and sitting for a while, the bus started.
After more than two hours of bumpy rides, we finally arrived at the station.
The platform is very close to the farm. They didn’t go directly to the farm after getting off the bus. They walked to a secluded corner, pretended to pack their packages, and secretly replaced the things they used for cover with bacon, sausages, air-dried chicken, and large bottles. Mushroom sauce, chili sauce and bamboo shoots with red oil.
The sausage is tucked in the middle of the bottle, just enough to be shockproof.
They were quite far away, so Jiang Shixun just used the bottle given by Jiang Zhiying, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized.
After such a change, the package suddenly became a lot heavier, at least fifty or sixty pounds.
Jiang Zhiying looked at Jiang Shixun, who was gentle and polite, and couldn't help but worry: Can Dad lift it up?
Tang Yulan was also a little worried: "Can you do it alone? Would you like me to help you?"
Jiang Shixun waved his hand: "It's okay, I can lift it, don't do it while you are pregnant!"
After saying that, he picked up the bag.
Tang Yulan took a small bag, dragged Jiang Zhiying to follow him, and said worriedly, "If you're tired, just say something, don't be brave."
"It's okay, I can still handle this weight."
Kang Sehun thought it was funny.
He's not the kind of eldest young master who can't lift his shoulders or hands. What's this weight?
I usually carry water and carry food, which one is easier?
The place where they got off was very close to the farm, and they walked a few hundred meters to the Hope Farm.
But Jiang Fuguo and the others lived in a cowshed, and they had to walk a few hundred meters to get there.
Jiang Zhiying looked around curiously.
I saw that the farm has a large area of ??farmland, all of which have been planted. Looking around, I can see a large area of ??green, just like a green blanket.
is quite pleasing to the eye.
You can see people working in the farmland, squatting in the fields one by one, looking like they are weeding.
Jiang Zhiying lost interest after a few glances. Seeing someone striding towards them, she instantly cheered up.
The person who came was a man in his thirties or forties, looking a little vicissitudes.
When he saw Jiang Shixun, a smile appeared on his face, but he quickly retracted it, and pressed the corner of his mouth with all his might, making a serious look: "Jiang Shixun, are you here to visit relatives? Who are they?"
"Hello Comrade Zhao Changqing, this is my lover Tang Yulan, and my daughter Zhuzhu. I will bring them to visit relatives. Zhuzhu, call Uncle Zhao quickly."
Jiang Zhiying called out obediently, "Hello, Uncle Zhao."
Zhao Changqing looked at her white, tender and chubby appearance, and couldn't help but smile again: "I guessed it was your daughter, she was raised really well and got a good name."
White and fat, doesn't he look like a little pig~
Jiang Zhiying pouted silently, feeling that she was connoted!
She corrected her: "Uncle Zhao, I'm actually not fat."
Zhao Changqing: "…"
He suddenly felt that the little fat girl from the Jiang family was quite funny, and couldn't help teasing her: "Are you sure?"
Jiang Zhiying nodded seriously and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Yes, I'm actually hungry and bloated!"
Zhao Changqing was completely speechless: "…"
Are you thinking that I am blind? Still think I'm stupid?
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