Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

It was noon, and the sky was getting hotter and hotter. Xue Ming's business was getting better and better.Song's mother was still in the hospital, fearing that she would not be able to go back for a while, so she gave Zhang Shuwen travel expenses and food expenses, and asked him to take Song's mother to his home to rest and eat.

Of course, Song Pingan didn't know about this, otherwise he would have to be awkward for a long time.

A bucket of water can sell about 45 bowls. Most people bought sour plum juice with ice. At dusk, Song Ping'an helped to count. Earning so much in one day here is already considered a huge profit.

After exchanging the heavy copper coins for silver, Xue Ming cut two catties of meat, bought some ducks, chickens and some soy sauce condiments and sat on the ox cart to go home.

The sun was setting, insects were singing, and the ox cart was bumping on the winding path.

Hearing the sound of the man driving the car in front of him once or twice, Xue Ming felt peaceful and beautiful, and the depths of his heart were filled with a certain name, as if it was about to overflow.

Mother Song heard that Xue Ming had earned two taels of silver and said in admiration, "Master Xue, you really know how to make money!"

To him, the two taels of silver are just a small profit, and if he wants to do it, he will do some big business.So he faced another problem, big business cannot be realized in this small place.

He had inquired that to become big, one had to run around in business.

If he had nothing to worry about, he would leave quickly. Now that he has a bonder in his life, he has a lot of concerns.

He stared at Song Ping'an's back for a while, and then replied to Song's mother, "Auntie, I plan to go into business and marry my sweetheart, what do you think?"

Song's mother didn't know who the sweetheart he was talking about was, she just thought that person was blessed and supported him very much, "Go, there is no one who doesn't want to live a good life. When you make a lot of money, who do you think will not like you?"

It is not difficult to say this to others, but when it comes to Song Ping'an, he dare not draw conclusions lightly.

This reminded him of Brother Song Wen whom he had met yesterday, and he asked insincerely, "Auntie, Ping An is so capable, many girls and brothers would secretly agree to it!"

He said this to Song's mother's pain point. Before Song's mother fell ill, their family was considered a rich man in Songjia Village, but he never thought that after spending the family's savings, the disease might not be cured. After that, no girl or brother would be willing to be with her. Song Ping'an went to visit relatives.

Consistent with Xue Ming's guess, he showed pity on his face, and said: "These people are too short-sighted, but I saw a brother in the field yesterday. It's not about peace."

Song's mother was a little surprised at first, but after digging in her memory, she couldn't remember who Song Ping'an had a good relationship with, so she asked, "Do you still remember what he looked like?"

"There is a blood-red mole between the eyebrows."

"It's him?" Song's mother's face suddenly turned cold, she was obviously displeased, and she seemed very displeased with Brother Song Wen.

Xue Ming pretended not to know, and tried to probe: "Why, is this brother not good? I see that he treats Ping An well, and I went to the field to look for him yesterday, but it seems that something happened at home and he went away."

"This brother has bad conduct." Mother Song had a look of disgust on her face, she must have some understanding of Brother Song Wen, "He treats everyone the same way, before he also came to Ping An, I thought he was interested in my Ping An, Unexpectedly, he just asked Ping An to help with work, and secretly hooked up with other men."

Xue Ming is not someone who likes to gossip behind his back, and he knows that since Song's mother knows about these things, it's not like Song Ping'an can't see it.As far as yesterday's attitude is concerned, it is not sure whether Song Ping'an is interested in Brother Song Wen. If so, it can only be said that he likes it very rationally.

He thought for a while, and said in another way: "Auntie, if there is a brother who can make money and looks no worse than Brother Song Wen, will you agree to such a person?"

Song's mother naturally didn't know that he was selling herself in a disguised form, and felt that the brother he said was a good condition, and she must look down on her own situation, so she sighed inaudibly, "Where can I find such a brother!"

It's so far away, it's so close!Xue Ming was secretly excited.

After getting the answer, Xue Ming comforted Song's mother a few words, and sat down next to Song Ping'an in front.

He was much quieter along the way, but Song Ping'an felt a little uncomfortable.

After returning home, Song Pingan opened the chicken coop that had been vacant for a long time, locked the chickens and ducks in together, cut off the bought meat and marinated the leftovers for cooking.Xue Ming squatted in front of the stove and lit the fire, the harmony was unbelievable.

At night, when he went to bed, Xue Ming stood by the well to draw water. Seeing Song Ping'an was still talking to Song's mother in the house, he hurriedly took off his clothes and wore a pair of big underpants.

Under the moonlight, the white naked back seemed to have a layer of fluorescence, and the back was connected with the tailbone to the groin, which was eye-catching and charming.

Unconsciously, the eyeballs hurt, Song Pingan hurriedly covered his eyes and turned his back. When the restlessness in the chest subsided, he thought to himself: "They are all men, I am afraid of what he will do."

After thinking about it, he turned around pretending to be calm, and what he saw was calm, his legs and feet were so stiff that he could hardly move.

The well water was cold, even Xue Ming couldn't help shivering. He purposely turned his head and looked at him with surprised eyes, but said naturally: "Come and wash together? It's pretty cool."

However, Song Pingan was scalded by his gaze, and saw a drop of water slipping from his face. Needless to say, he was astonished, but more embarrassing, he pinched himself secretly, and his tone was a little unstable: "No wash!"

Xue Ming gave a faint "Oh", and instead of inviting, he just scooped up another handful of water from the ladle and poured it over his shoulders in front of him.

Song Pingan could not tell that he was deliberately tempting himself, watching strings of plump beads rolling down his round shoulders, exuding a seductive luster under the moonlight.

Facing Xue Ming's calm expression again, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

Xue Ming secretly rejoiced that his face was calm, and Song Pingan couldn't help but make a lame excuse and left in a hurry.

When his figure disappeared, Xue Ming grinned and shivered, grabbing the cloth towel and making a quick decision.

That night Song Ping'an lay in the small shabby room again, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night, his whole mind was full of Xue Ming's figure, sometimes he was wild and unrestrained, sometimes he was cold and arrogant, more often his eyes shone like stars.

He sighed heavily, hit his head twice before slowly falling asleep.

When the days calmed down, what made Song Pingan puzzled was that Xue Ming was suddenly so honest that he collected corn for cooking and went to the field. As long as he had work in his hands, he would rush to do it. This made Song Ping an irritable and angry again.

I can't wait for him to drag him to the corner, throw his feet, hit him with his fist, and bite him with his teeth. It's better to beat him until he begs for mercy, his head is broken, and he kneels and tells the bad water in his heart.

Finally, when Xue Mingke politely ate his breakfast and cooked the medicine for Song's mother and brought it in himself, Song Ping couldn't bear it and dragged him out of the room, pressed him against the wall of the firewood room and yelled fiercely. He raised his fist and asked, "Damn, what do you want?"

Xue Ming blinked and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Song Ping'an's eyes twinkled innocently, and the irritability suddenly rose in his heart and he began to riot, but he couldn't vent it, so he could only punch the wall with his fist, and asked out of breath, "What are you planning?"

Xue Ming resisted the urge to push him into his arms, and said with a soft smile, "What can I plan? What did I do wrong?"

wrong!Very wrong!

Song Pingan wanted to hug his head and yell at his ear, but could only stare at him angrily.

"Show me your hands?" Xue Ming grabbed his wrist, and didn't let go no matter how hard he tried. Looking at his red knuckles, there was a look of worry in his eyes, and he reprimanded in a low voice, " Don't you know how to hit me? The wall is so hard, do you think you are a mech warrior?"

"Get out!" Song Pingan withdrew his hand awkwardly. He didn't expect that his thin-skinned and tender hands were stronger than his own, and his self-esteem was immediately frustrated. "Go away, you fucking fake soldier!"

Xue Ming wanted to control the sovereignty and put him under his own arms, and rubbed his fingers well, but when he saw his reddish eyes, he sighed almost inaudibly, "It's really worrying!"

These words floated into Song Ping'an's ears, like the spring breeze in February, making his cochleas itch. Although it sounded awkward, it made him feel very comfortable.

Xue Ming wrapped his fingers into his palms, gently rubbed his joints with his fingertips, and passed some supernatural powers into them.Song Ping'an could clearly feel the warm air enveloping his joints.

The bursts of comfort made him tremble uncontrollably.

Xue Ming was very satisfied with his expression at this time, it looked complicated but with enjoyment, not as repulsive as before, he touched it for a while and loosened it properly before he completely exploded.

Song Pingan stared at him with an aggrieved face, panicked in his heart, and at the same time he had to admit that he was looking forward to his stalking and shamelessness, but the words had another meaning when they came to his lips, " I warn you, next time I will skin you."

Xue Ming was very cooperative and said, "Okay!"

"Damn!" This was different from what Song Ping'an expected, and he thought complicatedly: "Shouldn't you say that kind of thing?"

Xue Ming put on an expression of "I'll listen to you for everything" again, completely irritating him, pointing at his nose and shouting: "Your motherly face will be fine too, when I sell the peanuts and corn, you Get out of here!"

"Okay!" If he hadn't heard that he was deliberately provoking himself, Xue Ming would definitely not have agreed. He has only used cold tactics these days, and it seems that the results are good. He thought he should add more fire inside.

Song Ping'an was completely angry. He didn't know what to say for a while, opened his mouth, turned around and left angrily, and cursed sullenly in his heart: "Get out! Get out early!"