After finishing the work at Lao Qi's wife's house, two hours had passed without realizing it.

The weather was hot and the fire was rippling. Song Qingyun was covered in hot sweat. The sweat was strange, greasy, and it felt uncomfortable to stick to his body, so he ran back to take a shower.

Next to the greenhouse of Lao Qi's wife's house is Gong Zhenxin's land.

Early in the morning, the niece of Secretary Gong, Tang Xia and his wife were busy. They took the bucket and went to Liu Yonghua to carry Bordeaux liquid, and returned to the field to start busy.

The grapes have grown old and are full of green. Because there are no pesticides and fertilizers, the air in the greenhouse is fresh and comfortable. Although the sun is strong, it is particularly cool under the shade.

The old vine seemed to have grown thicker again, and the brush with the potion was brushed on it, which was very smooth and healing.

Gong Zhenxin gave these acres of land to his niece. In order to build a greenhouse, he also took out all his savings.

My niece's family is really difficult, and he, the uncle, felt sad when he saw it, and wanted to help him calculate a little bit.

Gong Zhenxin's daughter has good conditions and her cousin has a very good relationship and she can't say anything.

But Tang Xia always felt that she owed her uncle, and thought that she would wait until the grapes were planted in the future and return them to their uncle as soon as possible after getting the money.

She is in her fifties and has entered old age, and her life just passed by in a flash. Looking back, it seems that she has never done anything. This vineyard is probably what she can do in the end, so it is of course very important.

The couple squatted on the ground, waving their brushes, and sweat fell on the ground one by one.

The greenhouse was very quiet, and it seemed that the sound of sweat falling into the ground could be heard, as if hope was sowing seeds.

The dried Bordeaux medicine liquid is snow-white, and it is very eye-catching under the green leaves.

Tang Xia: "I said to the head of the family, how do you think our grapes look like?"

"It's okay." Tang Xia's husband said little. He often hummed a sentence after his wife said it for a long time. He was an invisible existence in Hongshi Village. Today, he made an exception and said two words, which is rare.

Tang Xia was used to her husband being a qualified listener and murmured: "Sister Mei said? Grapes should be able to bear fruit next year. But don't have too much hope. The fruits in the first year are small in quantity and quality, and they can't sell them for a long time. But as long as you persist, the next crop will enter the fruit-bearing period? Then wait and collect the money!"

"Hey, we have been in Hongshi Village for half a year? They said they were taking care of our uncle. In fact, it was just that my cousin sympathized with our hard life? They supported us."

Husband: "Yeah."

Tang Xia sighed: "Although my cousin and I have a good relationship, my uncle's family is my family. But are you a man? Do you still feel like you are living under someone else's roof? I know."

"kindness."

Tang Xia: "But everyone is a family? Actually, it's really boring to think so much? I'm so apart. I'm just such an uncle? I'm the only niece. I can't take care of my cousin too much? I asked me to serve my uncle, even if I don't give you money, I'm willing."

Husband: "That's."

Tang Xia: "Boss, are you very unhappy in Hongshi Village?"

The husband finally spoke: "No, I'm very happy to live in my uncle's house. The place is big? It's open. It's not like being at home? The house is as small as a prison cell. At least I have my own house and my own bed in my uncle's place? I don't have to sleep in the living room, so I will live in the future and will not go back."

Tang Xia nodded: "I won't go back? Unless we buy a house by ourselves. My uncle gives the land and money, we have to plant the grapes well, not for anything else, just don't want to disappoint my uncle. He is the branch secretary at least. If other people's grapes are planted and we are making a mess here, where will his face be put? I have been having nightmares these two days, dreaming that our grapes are all white moldy, I cried so sadly and woke up from crying."

Husband: "Yes, plant it well."

"Ah..." Tang Xia suddenly screamed, turned to look at the door of the greenhouse and asked, "Lao Qi Po, what are you doing here?"

I saw Lao Qipo coming in with a brush in his hand.

Hearing Tang Xia's scream, he was frightened and said, "The branch secretary is not here, I, I... I will see if there is any place you need help here."

Lao Qipo is a simple person. His grapes have a downy mildew disease, causing such a big trouble for everyone, and I feel very guilty in my heart. Especially when I rely on Gong Zhenxin’s greenhouse in his own land, if there is really someone, the first one will be infected.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt, so he came over to help brush the potion.

"No, no, you go!" Tang Xia's face changed drastically, and she shouted like a big enemy: "We are so busy."

"You people in the city are not used to farm work." Lao Qipo said repeatedly: "I have finished my work there, and I am idle."

Tang Xia's face turned red with anxiety: "Don't come over, it's really no need."

Lao Qipo: "All the villagers are all fellow villagers, so you have to be polite."

Tang Xia finally got annoyed and cursed: "No need to say it, why do you come here to do it? Who knows if you bring the virus or not? Who will be the one who will spread my grapes?"

Lao Qipo was stunned: "There is no virus. My grapes were pulled out and burned in a fire. The soil in the ground was sprayed with medicine, and even if there was a virus, it would be killed."

Tang Xia: "Who believes that your grapes are pulled out, but you carry them! Have you disinfected your body? Have you changed your clothes after taking a shower? Lao Qi Po, you dare to take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude... You are still leaving, the head of the family!"

Tang Xia's husband didn't talk nonsense, rushed up and couldn't help but push: "You go, you go, if you don't leave, you will kill your dog X."

In this way, Lao Qipo was kicked out of the greenhouse by him.

He stayed for a long time and felt like he was stuffed with grass in his heart, feeling indescribable.

After walking in the village for a long time, the others were also very bad at him. When they saw him, they all changed their faces and shouted: "Go away, don't go into my greenhouse." "Lao Qi Po, we usually have a good relationship, why did you come and harm me?" "Lao Qi Po, this is not what you do when you are a human being."

Lao Qipo was frustrated. He was busy all morning and hungry. He saw Chen Yidi riding a tricycle to sell jelly.

"Chen Yidi, get me a bowl."

When Chen Yidi saw that it was him, he didn't say a word of nonsense, turned around and flew away like a flying person.

Even Chen Er on the other side looked panicked and shouted, "Run quickly, Lao Qi is here!" He even didn't want the cold radish pickle and disappeared on the street corner in an instant.

Next, no matter where Lao Qipo went, he had no one in a radius of two feet, not even a human or a dog, which was similar to social death.

When did Lao Qipo be so rejected by the villagers? He was so aggrieved that he shed tears?

"Oh, are you crying?" A low laughter came.

He turned around and saw Gong Zhu standing behind him, kowtowing melon seeds while smiling.

Lao Qipo: "Gong Zhu, why are you laughing at? What's so funny? There is sand in my eyes."

"I laughed at me, do you care?"

"Zhuhua, I'm not polite if you laugh."

"You're welcome, how can you be rude?" Gong Zhu snorted: "Lao Qi Po, when others see you, it seems like they see a virus, and hiding you is like hiding a plague god. This is a devilish look on you. If you don't scold them for competing with me here? In this village, I am the only one who dares to talk to you. You should treat you well, don't bite Lu Dongbin, and don't know the good people's hearts."

She made sense, and Lao Qi's wife wiped her tears again: "I feel wronged, I want to go to Yonghua for justice."

"What are you looking for Yonghua?"

Lao Qipo: "I want Yonghua to tell everyone that I am not a virus, I am not a plague god, and I am not a contagious person."

Gong Zhu: "Yonghua will tell you, why do you say that? Do you still use the speaker to yell on the radio? Then you will be even more a joke."

"Anyway, I don't agree, I don't agree!" Lao Qi's wife shouted loudly, her voice a little hoarse.

His forehead was covered with blue veins and his eyes were red.

Gong Zhu: "If you don't agree, what are you not convinced? Who are you not convinced? I tell you that our Yonghua doesn't care about you."

The old lady yelled: "How could I not accept Yonghua? Yonghua came to the greenhouse to help me just now."

"That's just that I don't accept Song Qingyun?" Gong Zhu asked back.

Lao Qi Po: "I don't mean that."

"You are just dissatisfied with Song Qingyun."

"I don't."

"You have it." Gong Zhu sneered and looked at her eyes: "I said, Lao Qi Po, what are you afraid of, are you afraid that Secretary Song will take revenge on you?"

Lao Qipo was surprised: "Zhuhua, I don't understand what you said. Secretary Song is a good person. Why am I dissatisfied with him and why are I afraid of him retaliation?"

Gong Zhu meaningfully: "Really, is Song Qingyun really a good person?"

Lao Qi Po: "This time my grapes got sick, and Secretary Song asked Sister Mei for the prescription. I was grateful to him and he couldn't even have time."

Gong Zhu chuckled: "Lao Qi Po, I always thought that although I think you are honest, you are not stupid. But today you are so stupid that you are selling it and counting money for others. You asked Song Qingyun to ask him to help cure the grapes. As for him, he saved it lightly and pulled out your seedlings and burned them down. You said, what are you doing to him? Isn't this a way to burn your body?"

"This..." There was no problem with Gong Zhu's logic. When Lao Qipo thought about it, he was indeed the reason and was stunned.

Gong Zhu continued to stir up the flames: "Lao Qi Po, do you think, is Song Qingyun messing with you?"

"I, I, I have nothing to do with him. Why does he want to mess with others, why, why..." Lao Qipo murmured, looking extremely depressed.

If someone else was so angry that Gong Zhu would have been furious, but this old Qi Po looked dumb. Gong Zhu felt a little contempt: He is such a coward, what is there to be afraid of Song Qingyun? The useless person, Lao Qi Po, is not a species from Hongshi Village.

On the first day of Song Qingyun's arrival in Hongshi Village, he had a conflict with Gong Zhu and his daughter. Later, there were several conflicts. Zhuhua saw him more and more disliked him. She always wanted to find some bad luck for the Song surnamed, so she came to instigate the seventh lady to fight him.

But I didn't expect that Lao Qi Po was a soft cock, what could I do!
Chapter completed!