Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 310 Don't Understand

An Ning left on his bicycle. Dahuang and Weiqi stood side by side and watched An Ning off for a long time.

When An Ning's back gradually disappeared, the two dogs looked at each other with disgust, one south and one north, leaving back to back, one cold and the other arrogant.

At this time, An Ning rode quickly all the way, and soon arrived at Mr. Feng Shui's home.

From the moment she entered the neighboring village, everyone in the village shunned her when they saw her, as if they were seeing the plague.

An Ning didn't understand it at first, but later she understood.

People believe in Feng Shui, but they are also afraid of Feng Shui.

Just after a special period, many people have done some bad things to Feng Shui masters.

No one will say how scared they are, because these fears have turned into blatant dislike, and even the next generation of children are told that the people in this family are not good.

Parents will tell them that if they are good people, how can they have no one around them?

Children's view of right and wrong is black and white, they are cute and cruel.

Because they don't know whether it is right or wrong, they are just following the facts told to them by adults.

"Little lunatic!"

"Beat her!"

"Stone her!"

A bicycle was ridden by An Ning in a serpentine position.

In recent times, every time An Ning comes over, she will receive a "welcome" from the children.

It was hard for her to imagine what kind of treatment Mr. Feng Shui would receive.

"Squeak——", after the bicycle was braked by An Ning, it drifted again.

The rear wheels brought up a burst of dust and blew it accurately towards the children.

"what----"

"Bah, bah, bah——"

An Ning was not used to these children's problems. She shouted in a loud voice: "I tell you, my bicycle is very valuable. If you smash it by me, you will have to pay for it."

"Go home and ask, do you have money to compensate?"

"Also, my head is worth a lot of money. If someone hurts me, I will go to their house and lie down. I will eat your food and eggs every day, and you will be deprived of me!"

An Ning spoke viciously, with an arrogant and domineering expression, which really frightened a bunch of children.

Although they don’t understand much, they still know that bicycles are expensive and they can’t eat even one egg for several days.

An Ning looked at the children who had calmed down, snorted coldly, got on the car, and rode away slowly. Not only was he riding slowly, but he also shouted in a stern tone: "Hit me if you can!"

"come here now!"

"There happens to be no place to eat!"

In the angry eyes of the children, An Ning arrived at Mr. Feng Shui's home.

At this moment, An Ning was even more unhappy.

The door of the Feng Shui master's house was covered with yellow mud.

Don't doubt it, it's just yellow mud.

Because feces is a treasure in the eyes of the villagers, children don't even bother to get rid of it.

An Ning used the front wheel to push open the door. When he turned around, he bared his teeth at a group of children.

"If you dare to cause trouble and bully others again, I will come to your house for dinner!"

After fooling the children, An Ning kicked with one leg and the door was closed.

The yard is very small, with only a dilapidated mud house.

Mr. Feng Shui walked out of the house and looked helplessly and warmly at An Ning, who was venting his anger on her.

"The heart is not at peace."

An Ning rolled her eyes speechlessly, parked her bicycle with a click, and said arrogantly to Mr. Feng Shui: "Don't educate me, I'm not your apprentice."

Mr. Feng Shui lowered his head and laughed, and said in agreement: "You are right, please come in."

An Ning walked into Mr. Feng Shui's house in a few steps. The small room, except for a table on the kang, was filled with all kinds of books.

However, apart from these books, the poverty of Mr. Feng Shui is not enough to describe his poverty.

"I don't understand. You've read so much about Feng Shui, and the red envelopes you gave me a few times were enough. But how come you're still so poor these days?"

An Ning skillfully pulled over a bench and sat on it.

Mr. Feng Shui remained silent, with a smile on his lips, and said mysteriously: "I will tell you."

An Ning rolled his eyes again, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Did you realize that all my rolling eyes have been dedicated to you?"

"You always play with these mysterious things, why don't you explain it earlier?"

"What if, like what is written in the novel, a person has only one breath left, can you say a few words? Won't all important things be missed?"

An Ning's little mouth kept talking, but Mr. Feng Shui remained mysterious and didn't speak. He just calmly picked up a book and started to explain.

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui spoke, An Ning stopped interrupting and listened quietly.

One speaks, the other listens.

The whole room was filled with the sound of quiet reading and nothing else.

An Ning remembered every word his husband said, and he tried his best to explain every word and every opinion he had.

Serious time always passes quickly. Mr. Feng Shui stopped because An Ning's stomach growled.

An Ning patted her belly and said, "I ate a lot in the morning and came here."

She said it very seriously, making Mr. Feng Shui laugh.

"I know, let's get here today."

An Ning stood up from the bench. After looking around, he didn't find anything to eat, so he simply walked to the narrow kitchen.

"You just eat this?"

There are only two black wowotou.

"It's already very good, little friend, please leave."

It's the same thing again, An Ning doesn't like the way of playing riddles.

"Let's go, let's go."

Tranquility is really gone.

She left Mr. Feng Shui's house on her bicycle, and she was not in a good mood along the way.

Why would a person with real ability want to suffer here?

He obviously has the ability to live a good life, but he still has to live a hard life?

It's not that An Ning has never sent meals, but every time she sent something, Mr. Feng Shui gave it to someone else.

She was told many times not to send any more.

An Ning really doesn't give it away anymore, because Mr. Feng Shui doesn't want to eat it, so he must nibble on the black-faced, just-hard steamed buns.

Along the way, An Ning became more and more depressed as she thought about it.

The depressed mood had not improved even after entering the village.

Feeling depressed, she went up the mountain with a machete.

On the mountain, the tranquility went farther and farther, deeper and deeper, and gradually entered the deep mountains.

The boldness of a skilled person is a true reflection of An Ning.

She was not afraid, she just walked silently and slowly climbed to the top of a mountain.

Seeing the small scenery of the mountain made her find a little peace in her heart.

An Ning sat on the rock on the top of the mountain and looked down.

Let go of the depressed mood.

"As expected, I can't do this job. I look like this, I think I have the appearance that Mr. said."

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the big stone, looked up at the blue sky, and closed his eyes in relaxation.

“Farming is still suitable for me.”

"Ouch————"

"Ouch——Ouch——"

A cry made An Ning sit up suddenly, holding the hatchet tightly.

"Wolf?"