Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

In the past few days, all the bachelors in Yangjia Village learned that there was a fairy-like girl living in the mountain, and they all found various excuses to go up the mountain.

The quiet mountain gradually became lively.

Dias had just seen off a visitor when he saw a man coming up the mountain in the distance. He immediately frowned and revealed a hint of impatience.

"Aguai, is Miss Yang here?" Yang Dayong was holding a small basket of eggs, which he had specially taken out from the chicken coop to prepare for Yang Xining to nourish her body.

"No." Dias shook his head.

"No, where did she go?" Yang Dayong asked with some disappointment when he didn't see the beautiful girl.

"He went down the mountain."

Yang Dayong carefully placed the basket of eggs on the small wooden table in front of the house, patted Dias on the shoulder, and said, "I'll put these eggs here first. If Miss Yang comes over, remember to tell her that it was Yang Dayong who sent them."

Dias glanced at the small basket and counted in his mind. There were ten eggs in total. Did he need to report this to Xining?

"A monster, you have to remember this."

Yang Xining stood at the door of the village chief's house, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to go in.

She is now penniless and has no ID card, but she must find a way to contact the outside world.

She suddenly decided to borrow the village chief's phone: "Hello, village chief, can I borrow your phone for a moment?"

The village chief looked up at her and nodded: "Okay."

She picked up the phone, not knowing who to call, and thought for a long time.

Finally, she decided to try calling them.

After the call was connected, I heard a prompt saying "The number you dialed is out of service."

Yang Xining was stunned. What was going on?

Did Mo Junli change his number?

She made another call.

"The number you dialed is out of service."

Yang Xining: “…” Yan Tian also shut down.

She called Qi Lin and Lu Xinghan, but was disappointed again.

Why did these four guys change their cell phone numbers?

She dialed her father Yang Mingjun's number. Although Yang Mingjun's phone was not turned off, it rang for a long time and no one answered.

Finally, she left the village chief's house in a trance.

When we got to the mountain, we saw Dias fiddling with something, and the table was full of things.

Yang Xining asked doubtfully: "Yas, who sent these?"

"It was sent by someone from down the mountain."

"Oh."

She looked closer and saw Dias weaving a basket.

"As, what are you doing?"

"I'm free anyway, so I might as well help Uncle Yang down the mountain to weave a few baskets and earn some money." Now that there's one more person in the family, they might need some money.

Yang Xining was slightly surprised and said, "Wow, I didn't expect you to have this ability, Ya Si."

Dias patted his chest and said proudly, "Of course!"

Soon, Yang Xining was slapped in the face, because Dias had spent a long time weaving, but the story was messy and not solid, and it soon fell apart.

Yang Xining watched for a long time and finally couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, Ya Si, how did you come up with the idea of ​​weaving baskets for money?"

Dias rolled his eyes at her and said unhappily, "Xining, is it that funny? Otherwise, make one up for me. I don't believe you can make one up."

A sly look flashed across Yang Xining's beautiful eyes. She looked at Dias, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and whispered, "Yas, if I make it up, what reward will you give me?"

Dias frowned and looked at Yang Xining's serious expression.

He thought for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll bake sweet potatoes for you."

When Yang Xining heard this, he shook his head like a rattle and waved his hands repeatedly: "Forget it! I don't want your reward. It feels like you are punishing me. You just stand aside for now."

Dias stood aside, watching Yang Xining's fingers flexibly moving between the bamboo strips and weaving the basket skillfully. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xining, you really know how to weave baskets. I thought you were joking?"

Yang Xining smiled slightly, his fingers still weaving the basket: "I learned this on the Internet when I was a kid. At that time, a few of us went camping and caught fish, so I wove a few baskets on the spot to catch fish."

Soon, Yang Xining made one and handed it to Dias.

Dias took it and looked at it. He found that the basket was not only beautiful in appearance but also finely crafted. No matter from which angle he looked at it, it did not look like it was woven by a novice.

He exclaimed: "Xining, your craftsmanship is really great!"

Yang Xining wove more than a dozen baskets in two hours.

In order not to scare the villagers, Dias wore a veil and took the basket woven by Yang Xining to Uncle Yang at the foot of the mountain.

Uncle Yang is the only one in the village who is kinder to Dias except for the village chief.

His left foot was lame, which led to his lifelong unmarried life.

So he felt a sense of sympathy towards the disfigured Dias.

Uncle Yang took it, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but praise it repeatedly: "Aguai, you are really talented. The way you weave this basket is very unique and beautiful. It's even better than mine."

Dias was very happy to hear Uncle Yang's praise.

He did not point out that he did not do these things, so as not to cause trouble for Yang Xining.

Uncle Yang became more and more satisfied as he looked at it, and took out 50 yuan from his pocket and gave it to Dias.

"Aguai, take this money. If I sell it, I will ask you to make baskets for me."

The first time Dias got the money, he was particularly careful to put it back in his pocket.

When he came back, Dias handed the 50 yuan to Yang Xining.

Yang Xining took the bills and asked in surprise, "Yas, why did you give me the money?"

"Xining, this money is originally yours. In the future, teach me the skills of weaving baskets. I will definitely study hard. We can make more money together. When the time comes, you can take the money and go down the mountain. This place is not suitable for you to stay."

Although he knew that she was the daughter of Idoris, he could see that Yang Xining was eager to be outside and was not suitable for living in the mountains. She should go out.

Yang Xining held the money and felt it was a little hot and his nose felt sore.

I don’t know why, but during the days I’ve been with Dias, I can more or less see the shadow of his father Yang Mingjun in him.

She was not sure whether her father would still recognize her if she returned to Yangjiaguan.

A roar from not far away interrupted her thoughts.

"Where is that little slut? Get out here!"