"Fangfei, why are you drinking someone? Are you afraid that your man will lose money and you have never even beaten him? How do you know that someone is not good?"

Ding Fangfei: "He...he can't play cards at first glance..."

"Good Gu Jiapo, that's what it is before he got married."

"I won't marry!" Ding Fangfei was a little shy: "I just don't like him to fight you."

"Oh, are you afraid that we will touch Xiao Chen's hand, so I will touch it, and I will not touch it if I don't play cards." A woman stood up and tried to touch Chen Xin's hand.

Ding Fangfei was so angry that she stamped her feet: "Cousin, don't."

The women giggled and quarreled a lot.

Chen Xin was really drunk and fell asleep to death with his head tilted.

I don’t know how long it took, but when he recovered a little bit of his mind, he heard Lao Ding and his wife closing the door of the main hall in a daze.

The mahjong has ended, probably late at night.

Ding’s wife: “Old Ding, have you told Xindo about the dowry?”

Lao Ding: "What should I ask if I am so drunk?"

Ding’s wife was very angry: “Old Ding, your daughter is crazy. She is doing a good job of blind dates, so why did she get drunk? She still gets like this? I don’t think she wants us to ask about the bride price, so she will be nurtured in vain.”

Lao Ding: "I'll ask Chen Xin tomorrow morning."

"What are you asking? People will go back early tomorrow morning, where can I ask? Forget it, you can contact Chen Changqing again. You have to talk to the matchmaker about this matter."

"All right."

Chen Xin was confused. After listening to their words, he didn't understand what they were saying, so he slept to death again.

...

When he woke up for the second time, his scalp felt itchy and a little painful.

A small hand turned on his scalp to look at the wound, and the phone was on the flashlight, dazzling.

...

"I'm so sleepy." The birds chirped crisply in the early morning.

Chen Xin woke up and found that he had a severe headache. He had to go home later. I don’t know if it was considered drunk driving, but it shouldn’t be considered.

He was so thirsty that there was another large jar of tea on the coffee table next to the sofa.

I hurriedly picked it up and drank it all over. It was comfortable and I drank it thoroughly.

Ding Fangfei came over and added water to the teapot: "I made it for you early in the morning, is it a little better now?"

Chen Xin: "It's better, but my head is a little bit bulging. I'll drink the same thing. You have a greater alcohol tolerance than me."

Ding Fangfei: "A woman is born with a pound of three or three."

Breakfast is very simple. According to local customs, the new son-in-law has to eat poached eggs when he goes to his mother-in-law's house for the first time.

Ding's wife was also cruel and cooked thirty for him in one breath.

As for the son of Ding, Dad Ding, he was more able to eat because he was doing physical work, so he could only eat forty.

The brother-in-law each held a big bowl and ate it hard.

Seeing the two energetic young men, Ding's wife sighed: "Half-old boy, I'll die. I have to raise such two strong laborers, so how much does it take for everyone?"

Although his tone was complaining, he was indescribable between his eyebrows.

In the early years, the rural areas were actually a bit like a jungle society. If the men in your family had labor, no one would dare to bully you.

Old Ding is a strong man, and he is not a good man. These two children are as strong as a calf. Aunt Ding is very proud.

"New dog, there are dozens of miles to go. Eat more, is it sweet?"

Chen Xin: "Thank you aunt, sweet."

"What's so sweet?" Ding Fangfei glanced at her mother, held the glass jar containing sugar, and added a spoon to Chen Xin. After thinking about it, she added twice.

Chen Xin: "Enough is enough." He had a little epiphyseal and his throat was stuck.

After dinner, Chen Xin said goodbye and left.

As soon as he started the motorcycle, Ding Fangfei jumped into the back seat: "I'll give you a gift."

Just wrap your hands around his waist.

The little hands are very soft and warm.

Chen Xin almost fell to the ground.

The wind blew coolly, brushing across the faces of the two, whispering hair, and the willows fluttered, and the stream next to it was flowing quietly.

"Okay, you can send it here." Chen Xin stopped the car.

The girl didn't leave, just lowered her head.

Chen Xin suddenly felt a little panicked: "What's wrong?"

Ding Fangfei bit her lower lip with her teeth: "Chen Xin, do you like me?"

"this……"

Ding Fangfei was bold and brave: "I like you." After saying that, her little face was full of peach blossoms.

Chen Xin didn't know what to say, so he just kept silent.

Ding Fangfei was anxious: "Speak, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Xin: "It's hard to say."

"Are you angry that I broke your head with a bowl yesterday?"

“No, no.”

Ding Fangfei suddenly took out a broken porcelain piece from her bag and stroked her palm hard.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Before Chen Xin could finish his words, Ding Fangfei tiptoed and touched the wound on Chen Xin's head with her bloody palm: "I'm going to give you back, now our blood is mixed together. You have me and I have you, so I can't separate."

After saying that, he covered his face and turned around and ran away.

Looking at her back jumping like an antelope, Chen Xin was actually crazy.

...

It was already noon when Chen Xin and his parents saw their son come back and asked how they got along.

Chen Xinren asked Uncle San that he was back yesterday. You guys asked him, it won’t be so good, anyway, that’s all.

People are waiting for the 300,000 yuan bride gift to marry their daughter-in-law, but they can't take it out.

So what if you like it or not? In a few days, let Uncle San go back there, so as not to delay the boss.

But, just give up like that?

The girl jumping and jumping flashed in front of Chen Xin again. She was so cute!

But so what?

Chen Zhigao and his wife also felt that this relationship was impossible, and they didn't care about it.

Old Chen has been a little worried recently, saying that the chicken shit is getting more and more, and the fertilizer pool is full, and now it has been piled up into a hill.

Now the chicken is not big and eats little. By the time I become an adult next month, the problem will be serious.

Yes, chicken manure is the best farmyard manure, but the village is so big that it can't be digested. Moreover, this thing is too smelly and almost suffocates when facing the wind.

Now everyone hasn't said anything, but over the years, conflicts will inevitably arise in the neighborhood. They are all from the villagers, so how to have conflicts over this matter is not worth it.

Chen Xin also felt that things could not be delayed anymore. He said, "You two elders, don't worry, I'll find a way."

What solution did he think of? He actually had no choice, so he called Song Qingyun to ask for advice.

Song Qingyun said that this was simple. He knew that there was a compound fertilizer factory and asked Chen Xin to ride a bike over in the afternoon to see if he could sell it to them.

"What is compound fertilizer? It's just roast chicken shit."

Chen Xin: "I understand if you say that."

He ate two bowls of leftover rice on the grass and then sauerkraut, and rode his motorcycle to the compound fertilizer factory again.

The so-called roasted chicken shit is not called roasting, it means putting the chicken shit in the drying room to dry and sterilize it.

Human and animal manure must be piled up and fermented before being used as farm fertilizer. The high temperature and anaerobic state generated by fermentation will inactivate the bacteria and viruses in it. If used directly, something will happen.

There is too much chicken manure in the chicken farm, and it is impossible to rely on old methods. It must be sent to the factory for processing.

When I arrived at the ground, I saw a small chimney emitting blue smoke, and the stench in the air was almost suffocating.

The factory is very small in scale, just a workshop, with a drying room, a large stove, a bag-making workshop, and two or three workers.

When the boss heard Chen Xin explain his purpose, he widened his eyes and asked, "What, do you still want to sell me chicken shit, and you still want money?"

Chen Xin: "Aren't you doing this? It doesn't cost money to import raw materials?"

"What money should you spend? You can transport it yourself. I will do good things to help you deal with, 18 yuan per ton."
Chapter completed!