President, it's time to feed the pigs

On the eleventh day, he came to the fat aunt's house early. Anyway, he had already agreed with the fat aunt that he would go to his house for the holiday this time.

Meng Qingyuan knew that his fat aunt Luo Guanjie had difficulty moving, so he specially sent over the meals prepared by his own family.

Luo Guanjie is watching the old sow in the yard of the fat aunt's house. He seems to have an occupational disease now, as long as he sees the pigpen, he is friendly.

"Aunt Fat, are you there?"

Luo Guanjie heard a clear female voice, a female student was standing at the door, holding a plate in her hand.

"May I ask who you are?" Luo Guanjie hurriedly stood up from the side of the pigsty.

"My name is Meng Qian, my father is Meng Qingyuan, and you are Mr. Luo, right? My father asked me to come over and deliver some food to you and Aunt Fat."

Meng Qian has the unique vitality of female college students, with short hair, neat and tidy.Luo Guanjie hadn't seen a young female for a long time since he arrived in Baishigou. Except for Fan Linlin, she still had her own owner. Seeing Meng Qian suddenly made him nervous.

"Then come in quickly, the fat aunt is in the house."

Luo Guanjie brought people into the house, and the fat aunt was stewing fish by the stove. As soon as he took off the pot, the water vapor rushed towards his face, and no one could be seen.

"Fat aunt, my dad asked me to bring you food."

Meng Qian's voice was the same as hers, clean and neat, and it was only then that the fat aunt realized that there were two people standing behind her.

"Sissy is back, please sit in the room, the meal will be ready soon, let's eat here today."

While Aunt Fat was busy, she asked Zheng Zhi, who was doing homework, to come out and say hello.

"No, I'm still waiting for my meal at home. When I have time, I'll go to the farm and ask for something delicious from you."

Meng Qian put down her things, greeted everyone and disappeared again.

At noon, Luo Guanjie remembered that Meng Qingyuan actually had a daughter with such a temper, she was very different from her father.

"Fat aunt, is that Lao Meng's own daughter who came this morning? Why doesn't she have a temper like her father's at all?"

"Look at what you're talking about, she looks exactly like her mother when she was young, but she doesn't know who to follow with her temper, it's amazing, everyone in ten miles and eight villages knows that when she was young, she didn't braid her hair and played with boys Son, King of Children, you still listen to her."

"Sister Qianqian, it was suppressed by force. If you didn't listen to her when you were young, you would have to be beaten, and she also defended our Baishigou people, so everyone is willing to listen to her." Zheng Zhi who was on the side added.

"So you have been beaten?" Luo Guanjie looked curious.

"That's not true. Sister Sissy is a few years older than me, and she took good care of me. Later, when I went to college, Sister Sissy was also the president of the school's student union, and her grades were also very good."

During the dinner, the three of them ate and chatted. In a blink of an eye, it was getting dark. It was rare for Luo Guanjie to give himself a day off today.

Back in the dormitory, it turned out that the two lights on the second floor were always on, and now I was left alone. Sure enough, the feeling of being alone was not good. He opened the door slowly, and sat on the bed, which is really a busy habit It's too late, I don't know what to do when I'm idle.

It was too early now, and he couldn't fall asleep. After thinking about it, he went back to the sow's pen.

Uncle Bai has no children, and no relatives or friends. At night, he is watching the development of the piglets, planning the breeding plan in the future, so that he can produce a few more piglets before the end of the year.

"Master Bai."

Luo Guanjie saw the figure of Uncle Bai from a long distance away. Uncle Bai was still deserted. When he saw Luo Guanjie snorted, he didn't respond, and continued to walk among the pens. Luo Guanjie had already understood Uncle Bai's weird temper. continued:

"Master, we ship a lot during the National Day. I wonder if we can supply these piglets for the Spring Festival?"

Uncle Bai sighed softly and said:

"In fact, the current number is not a big problem for the time being. However, as winter is coming, the activity of pigs will gradually decrease, and the lean meat rate may decrease in the future. This is the second. Winter is difficult every year. At this time, the temperature difference is large and small. The survival rate of piglets has decreased, and it can also cause some other diseases."

Uncle Bai also knew that with Luo Guanjie's current level, he couldn't understand it too deeply, but he had been raising pigs for so many years, and he knew better than anyone else the risks at each time period.

"In this case, is there any vaccine that can avoid it? Or can we strengthen the insulation layer to reduce temperature loss?"

"No, first of all, the income of our pig farm looks good, but the amount of breeding is increasing, and the amount of feed is also increasing. Vaccines are not a panacea. Some problems are hurdles given by God. If you can overcome them, it means you can survive. If you can't get over it, it means you can't live in this world. Nature calls this natural selection, but what we want in breeding is the survival rate."

Luo Guanjie didn't expect Uncle Bai to have such a theoretical basis, he nodded and said:

"Since this is the case, we can only change fundamentally. When our own resistance is improved, everything will be resolved."

Luo Guanjie walked around with Uncle Bai a few times and it was time to go to bed. He washed up briefly, threw his head on the bed, and flipped through his phone. He didn't reply to a bunch of unnutritious greeting text messages. At the end of the flip, there was still Suolantu's message turned out to be an inexplicable poem.

How did Luo Guanjie understand this? He felt that Suorantu was showing off his literary talent again. He couldn't understand it and didn't want to read it. He didn't want to give Suorantu a chance to humiliate himself.He deleted it directly, threw the phone away and fell asleep.

Suolantu returned to Beijing after a long journey. He didn't have a good rest on the train last night. He was already exhausted when he got home. He rarely sent messages. He knew that Luo Guanjie hadn't calmed down. I hope that this person will take the initiative to contact me. Since he doesn't take the initiative, he will take the initiative.

But taking the initiative to show favor is the same as taking the initiative to bow your head. This is also the first time in Suolantu's life.

Lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, wondering if Luo Guanjie would be lonely in Baishigou by himself, even though Luo Guanjie seemed heartless and had no family values.Luo Guanjie also told himself that no one cared about him since he was a child, and he didn't think Beijing was his home. Thinking of this, Suo Lantu felt that he should greet him at this time, but how did he start?

"Hello, what are you doing?"

After typing these words, Suo Lantu immediately, immediately, deleted all the words at the speed of light, embarrassment, embarrassment overflowing from the screen.

He used to often receive text messages from strangers. Usually, in the opening remarks, he defaulted to the other party being an idiot. Even if he mustered up his courage, it could only show that the other party was a courageous idiot.

"Guanjie, Happy National Day!"

This time, Suo Lantu didn't delete it right away. He stared at the six words for half a minute.Guanjie, does this name seem too intimate?Usually, the two of them would call each other idiots, but they would quarrel with each other. He was afraid that Luo Guanjie would think that his account had been hacked, which was inappropriate, so he deleted the address, leaving only "Happy National Day."

However, don't the simple four words seem too perfunctory and careless?Suo Lantu felt that respect for people still needs to be paid attention to. First of all, it must be shown in attitude, not to mention happy Spring Festival, Happy Valentine's Day, National Day is a national celebration, how can he be happy in Baishigou alone?Will he feel that I am satirizing him, making him feel that I am watching a joke?After careful consideration, the dialogue interface was cleared again.

Suolantu is holding his phone and his mind is about to smoke. How can he strike up a conversation? He always waits for others to strike up a conversation with him. Now he regrets that he was so indifferent to others before. It turns out that behind every seemingly mindless text message, there are other people The mood is so anxious.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and the chapter will be turned on October [-]st. If you don't post it today, there will be no excuse to post it tomorrow.

When Suolantu was in despair, his phone vibrated, and he suddenly picked it up. Although he knew in his heart that this message 90.00% [-] would not be sent by Luo Guanjie, but what if?He had a little fantasy.

But there are no miracles in real life, it's still spam.

Before Suo Lantu deleted it, he looked carefully, and it turned out to be an acrostic poem. Although the content was rubbish, the idea was good. Suo Lantu figured it out twice, and he also got inspiration.

If I write deeply, I am afraid that Luo Guanjie will not be able to understand it, and if I write shallowly, I am afraid that I will appear too uneducated. On balance, I would rather appear uneducated than let Luo Guanjie not see my sincerity:

Nostalgic for the past,

Do not take advantage of the moonlight alone.

The ups and downs of the stars and the sky leave regrets,

But there is another thing on my mind.

Suo Lantu read it over and over several times, and found it easy to understand. He even described the situation of the day, and even a fool on the other side can recall it.

But what he was facing was not only a fool, but also a fool who didn't care about it. He thought about the acrostic for two hours back and forth, but Luo Guanjie deleted it without even looking at it for a second.

Suo Lantu hugged his phone after sending the message, waiting left and right without replying. According to Luo Guanjie's usual schedule, he would not go to bed before twelve o'clock. Could it be that he is still angry and still thinks I am so sincere in apologizing? Not enough?

Suo Lantu fell asleep with his mobile phone in his arms. The first thing he did in the morning when he opened his eyes was a lot of messy information, except for Luo Guanjie's.

He was disappointed, it turned out that it was so difficult to coax a person well.

He was at a loss what to do, he ate breakfast in a daze, his phone was still as quiet as a chicken, he couldn't wait anymore, every minute and every second of returning to Beijing was ten thousand times more tormenting than in Baishigou.

In the past, Luo Guanjie was angry under his nose, but he could comfort himself that at least this person was willing to be angry with him.But now that the person is not around, he is a little uncertain. Is this person at ease now, or is he suffering like himself?

Although he knew that there were not many females in Baishigou except sows, what if?Not to mention Song Xisheng.If he was looking for Luo Guanjie, he had to remind him earlier, not to let him fall into the trap in a daze.

Luo Guanjie still sleeps heartlessly, but he only has one day off before he has to continue working, and the farm gets busier as holidays come. In the morning, he is wearing work clothes, has just finished feeding the pigs, and has to clean up the piglets.

Meng Qian heard that her father was going to work overtime, so she followed her. She saw that Boss Luo, who was dressed clean yesterday, was working like everyone else in overalls, wearing rubber water shoes.

Luo Guanjie was already handsome. When a man concentrates on doing things, he is even more attractive. This kind of appearance and identity is not afraid of being dirty or tired, which made Meng Qian a little curious.

"Mr. Luo, I didn't expect you to do this kind of work?"

"If I don't do it, whoever will do it, there are only so few people, so why don't you let Piggy clean up by himself?"

Luo Guanjie put down the fodder and patted the leaves on his body.

"Mr. Luo, you look so handsome and can work. Do you mind if I make a video to show off to my classmates?"

"Do you have more male classmates or more female classmates? If there are more male students, then don't waste this traffic." Luo Guanjie joked.

"What is Mr. Luo thinking? Actually, I want to post it on the Internet. I have a lot of fans. If you become popular, this pig farm will also become famous."

Luo Guanjie nodded and continued to work without thinking too much.

Meng Qian was filming while explaining that Luo Guanjie was working hard when his cell phone rang. He held Piggy in one hand and freed his other hand. When he saw that it was Suo Lantu, his good mood just disappeared:

"Hey, what's the matter."

"I...just ask you..."

A bunch of piglets were running around at Luo Guanjie's feet, and the piggy in his hand was screaming, and he couldn't hear what Suo Lantu said. Meng Qian thought this scene was very interesting, and shouted at Luo Guanjie:

"Look here."

Luo Guanjie subconsciously looked towards Meng Qian, and Suo Lantu was keenly aware that there was someone beside Luo Guanjie, and it was a woman.

The author has something to say: Luo Guanjie: You humiliated me again.

Lan Lan: I'm not, I haven't, please listen to my explanation.

It's so hard to have a conversation with an illiterate.