...

I don’t know how long it took, a familiar, rough voice came into Fang Shizhi’s mind.

"Stop sleeping... the teacher is calling you..."

"..." Fang Shizhi opened her eyes and found herself lying on the desk. She turned her head and Darbazi was looking at her with concern.

"Dream in Dream?" This was Fang Shizhi's first reaction. He looked decisively at the front row of the classroom, and the original position where Long Aotian was made was empty.

"Where is Long Aotian?" she asked.

"His father was promoted and went to a big city, and the whole family moved out." Darbazi smiled, "What a pity. He didn't make it through the college entrance examination and graduate."

"oh?!"

"Student Fang Shizhi, this is your graduation certificate." The head teacher, Teacher Zhao, came over with a smile and handed over the graduation certificate to her.

"It's over...it's finally over..."

There was warm applause among the teachers, and Teacher Wang, Lin Baoan and others standing on the podium also applauded Fang Shizhi.

Fang Shizhi looked at these smiling faces and felt very happy. She had already suffered from Long Aotian's intensive phobia, and it was also a kind of happiness to be able to look at these faces of different shapes.

It's great that there is no Long Aotian's world. She thought so.

Then, the class fell into a long silence.

"...What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Fang Shizhi asked.

Darbazi pushed her and smiled and said, "Sister Shizhi, it's time to accept who confession?"

"By the way, there is another episode..." Fang Shizhi was stunned for a moment.

The classmates looked at her expectantly.

"Go to die!" she shouted, "I officially confess my love to Teacher Zhao!"

"Oh..." Teacher Zhao was stunned and blushed, "Student Fang, this is difficult for the teacher to do..."

"Darbazi covers it! Teacher Wang, Baoan Lin, elope together!!" Fang Shizhi pulled Teacher Zhao up and ran out of the classroom. Baoan Lin and Baoan Wang also laughed and followed closely behind.

"No! Classmate Fang!" Luo Feng reacted the fastest and wanted to chase him out.

Darbazi stood alone at the door of the classroom. Yifu was in a position of jail: "Get back all!"

Fang Shizhi, with two teachers and a security guard, ran out of the campus hard, jumped high and announced her graduation.

Click.

An old man at the door pulled out the camera, leaving behind this disagreement moment.

When everyone saw that it was the old man, they raised their middle fingers at him to show their contempt.

The old man scratched his head: "Haha...Haha...Long Aotian is a virus...Antivirus software has expired...Ha..."

"Haha, sister!"

A group of people began to beat him up.

The journey of palpitations ended. Since then, Fang Shiori has suffered from intensive phobia and this trip has suffered losses.

Well, not everything has a profit. I am afraid that only Long Aotian will be the one who has good luck forever.

In order to make up for the mental losses caused to everyone by the out-of-control Long Aotian virus, the old man was forced to sign an agreement to lose power and humiliate the gods, agreeing to help Fang Xian expand the inn and farm "to a certain extent".

Heartbeat memories are not all about palpitations. At least the last photo looks very comfortable, like a scene in a cute comic, a red-haired girl rushed out of the school gate with three little white faces holding her head up.

Fang Xian hangs this photo in the bedroom and warns himself. He also warns Lin Yueru - don't be owed his hands.

………………………………………

It was the end of the year and Christmas Eve, and even the shops in the small village were covered with Santa Claus.

Fang Fang asked Fang Xian if he wanted to hold a party, but Fang Xian was educated extremely seriously.

The majestic and upright cousin told her that Christmas is a Christian festival. Except for the Heavenly Kingdom, other places call this festival "Christmas".

This is just the day when Ye Ge landed on the ground.

If you believe in Jego, you will be frustrated by this verse, if you don’t believe in Jego, you will be furious!

Afterwards, he asked Fang Fang to prepare for the Laba Festival celebration in advance.

Fang Fang was a little surprised. She only passed Laba in her hometown. It has been many years since she arrived in the imperial capital. Laba Festival, also known as Laba Festival, is a life of worshiping the door god, the god of the house, the god of the house, and the second master of Guan Er. Thanks to the gods for their protection, it brought a year of harvest.

"Brother, do you believe this?" Fang Fang asked.

"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it..." Fang Xian said calmly, "You can only make a god position, find a model of the turtle fairy and put it on it, and carve it down below... What's his name? Forget it, let's just be the turtle fairy. Then I will bow to him symbolically."

"Brother, you can't believe in cults..."

"It's okay, I worship the Turtle Fairy, who dares to touch me?"

"Yeah, okay." Fang Fang smiled and stepped out, snickering in her heart. It turned out that my cousin was so superstitious and she wouldn't let everyone celebrate Christmas. She was so pious.

After Fang Fang left, Fang Xian continued to fiddle with the planning map in his hand.

This knife must be slaughtered.

This is a must-have for a flower house. On the one hand, it is also a view of the inn. If guests smell the fragrance and are happy to see it, it is also a good deal. They also happen to practice some flower treatments in it. According to Caiyi’s true teachings, there seem to be many beauty and beauty recipes. If you can develop a few, the road ahead will be very broad in the future.

The inn naturally needs to be expanded, and a few halls are specially created. Don’t they just like to hold wedding banquets, but the fuck they like to hold meetings? I’ll give you enough places. Is five wedding banquets a day authentic enough?

There are no requirements on the ranch. Ling'er and Mei'er have always been responsible for it. No matter how big the place is, they should be tired. Just ask the old man to fill the fish pond and other things with water.

He roughly calculated that at best, these places only use less than 20 acres of land. If all the land of the eldest and second uncles is included, there will be about 80 acres left.

No matter how big the inn is, it will be a waste. There will be no such business. According to Fang Xian’s plan, this place needs to be planted in a unified manner. These are farming land, and if they are done too much, they are afraid that the secretary will have a bad face.

80 acres is not small, but the land in my grandfather's hand has been turned around and finally returned to his own hands. With his own resources, he definitely can't grow ordinary crops. Fang Xian has been hesitant about the planning of this part.

Just as he was thinking, Fang hurriedly walked into the room quietly with a cup of light yellow liquid.

"Brother Xian, look!" Fang Kuang looked devoutly, and he was indescribable.

"What are you looking at? Are you peeing?" Fang Xian complained.

"You said this and it really looks like..." Fang hurriedly swallowed and spitted. "You asked me to make it... This is the first finished product..."

"Osmanthus wine!" Fang Xian suddenly woke up and his eyes immediately became pious.

This small cup is the osmanthus wine that I tasted at Suzhou Inn. After returning, Fang Xian once went to the market to find some osmanthus wine, but now osmanthus wine has become a small brand on the edge. The taste, taste and charm are far less than the pot in Suzhou back then.

Fang Xian carefully took the wine glass and asked, "You actually remember this."

"Of course." Fang Bu said seriously, "but I couldn't buy suitable osmanthus in the market, they were all semi-finished products. At that time, I tried my best to find some osmanthus, but it was always a little bit bad when I brewed it. I could only use the seeds you gave me to plant a pure blood-making osmanthus tree in the backyard. It took so long to bloom that I quickly brewed some, and I didn't have time to drink it myself."

"Ingredients. Do you still need to use universal seeds..." Fang Xian looked at the small glass of wine and sighed, "This is really a nectar, this is the only one in the world!"

"More expensive than gold..." Fang hurriedly said, "No, more expensive than diamonds. More expensive than Sister Mutantan's integrity!"

"………What are you like?”

"Haha, I couldn't find Muto Ran's new film online later. Is she a poor beauty?"

"I'm just retired... Bah, how did this topic change?" Fang Xian shook his head quickly, "Call everyone, each one, talk to me. Tell me about the comments."

Fang hurriedly responded. After all, this was the fruit of his own labor and it was also considered a bright dish. It was naturally good to allow more people to share it.

Soon, a whole family gathered around.

Fang Xian soon discovered the guy hiding behind his father.

"Meier, go play by yourself..."

Su Mei changed her form instantly, with a bulging eyes: "No... Godfather, I have to try it too."

Xian’s father said he could not resist and was immediately trapped: “Xiaoxian, just let her taste it, just one bite, it’s okay.”

"But this... minors cannot drink alcohol. The correct view must be established since childhood, Brother Mu."

"It's okay if you're low-alcohol wine, just sip."

Fang Kuang said, "Uncle, the wine is not low, it just doesn't taste that much."

"Uncle?...when did you establish the title..."

A mountain is higher than the other. Under Xian’s father’s persuasion, Fang Xian had to indulge Su Mei.

Su Mei was so arrogant that she had found a magic weapon to restrain her godfather.

According to the rules, you should have your first sip of wine for free.

The old man searched his throat, shook his goblet, and put it to his mouth, and sniffed it out in a good manner.

"Brother Mu, this is not wine."

"Then you can't smell it?" Xian's father asked after sniffing, "Is this the bottom of the rice wine?"

Fang Bu nodded: "Homemade rice wine, but not enough time, so I used some catalytic methods."

After sniffing, Dad Yi didn't say anything, he leaned his cup lightly and took a small sip.

"Well..." He closed his eyes and felt the smell. After a long time, he finally put down the cup, and then opened his eyes calmly, "I can't explain clearly, you can taste it."

"……………” Fang Xian's expression twitched. He thought he had entered the setting of a Chinese primary school leader. At this time, he should have a gourd initiation, as if he was struck by lightning. He shook his whole body and then shouted that it was delicious.

I think it's right. There shouldn't be such a brainless existence in reality. The reaction in "Manhan Festival" is the limit.

Then, Xian's mother also drank, and kept nodding, shouting that it was delicious.

As usual, Dad Xian complained: "What do you rural woman know?"

"Stupid reading."

At this time, the ladies and Su Mei were already hungry and thirsty.

In order to avoid Lin Yueru's tragedy, Fang Xian took the lead in taking a sip!~!
Chapter completed!