"Since I have thought about it, why is it a misunderstanding?" Qian Meifeng's question was like a donkey pulling a mill, and she walked around and came back.

Wang Baoyu felt very clever, but he didn't know what to say for a moment, so he subconsciously scratched the back of his head. Qian Meifeng looked at Wang Baoyu's at a loss expression, burst into laughter, and said, "Look at you so stupid. I'll go to see you when I'm waiting for me tonight."

"Meifeng, don't come, your brother will be with me forever." Wang Baoyu suddenly woke up and said quickly.

"Don't be afraid, my brother is not at home and I'm going to work in the county town. I'll be careful, no one will know." Qian Meifeng turned around and said, with a joy of victory on her face.

"It's not that your brother is not coming back. If someone sees it and it will be the same in his ears in the future?" Wang Baoyu was a little anxious and caught up with Qian Meifeng and emphasized that he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Qian Meifeng lowered her head and smiled, stretched her arms to give Wang Baoyu a pink fist, "What are you afraid of? My brother can eat you? By the way, don't read books in the snow, it's easy to be dazzling." After saying that, his face turned even more red than before, and he turned around and ran away.

"Hey! Hey!" Wang Baoyu shouted twice, and Qian Meifeng ran away without stopping. "Why can't this person understand?" Wang Baoyu said to himself in anger.

Wang Baoyu wanted to shout a few times or chase after him. Then he thought that this was going to be something good for the people in the village. He thought it would be like, and he couldn't explain it clearly at that time, so he should go home first.

Wang Baoyu walked home with his head down, feeling a little happy. Why did he have something to do with Meifeng again? Moreover, through today's conversation, Wang Baoyu felt that Qian Meifeng seemed to have less stubbornness in his mind, and it was difficult to explain it to her.

Qian Meifeng, if it weren’t for such an older brother, she would be a pretty girl with good conditions. She was tall, had white skin and good figure. She would feel comfortable to sleep with her arms at night.

But Wang Baoyu still can't explain clearly now. The couple lives more than just sleeping. It's better to have a look and feel moved. Besides, Qian Meifeng and her brother are not very intelligent. I'm afraid there are signs of inheritance. I can't figure it out with her. If you have a son in the future, wouldn't it be a big trouble?

Looking at the vast white snow all over the mountains, a girl suddenly appeared in front of Wang Baoyu's eyes, fresh and beautiful, graceful, like a fairy who was beyond the world. He was the perfect lover in his heart. He couldn't help but lower his head and whisper: "How are you? Maybe you and I will never be destined to do it again in this life?"

Wang Baoyu carefully read the information for an afternoon. Now he has a very clear understanding of the situation of the fifth production team in Dongfeng Village.

The fifth production team has a total of 98 households, of which 21 are five-guarantee households, with a total arable land area of ​​60 hectares. Because many arable land is in low-lying valleys, they cannot grow crops and can only grow vegetables. The actual arable area is only more than 40 hectares. It is the poorest production team in the entire Dongfeng Village and one of the poorest production teams in Liuhe Town.

It was dinner time again, and Wang Baoyu walked out of the west room with his stiff neck rubbed his slightly stiff neck. His godmother Lin Zhaodi was busy on the stove. A strong smell of meat came towards him. Wang Baoyu sniffed his nose hard and asked, "Mom, what day is today? Is it delicious?"

Lin Zhaodi smiled and turned around and said, "Baoyu, don't worry about so much, go for dinner! Your father is waiting for you!"

When Wang Baoyu arrived at the east room, he was very surprised. Was he confused? Is it the New Year? He saw that four dishes were neatly placed on the kang table, fried peanuts, fungus and cabbage, and potatoes stewed eggplant and pumpkin. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the bowl of braised pork, which was red and tender, trembling, and so shiny that made people want to drool when they saw it.

Jia Zhengdao was obviously sitting there, opening a bottle of Erguotou. Wang Baoyu asked in confusion: "Godfather, is it the New Year today?"

Jia Zhengdao laughed loudly, put the wine bottle on the table, and stroked his beard habitually and said, "Today is more festive than the New Year. My son became the production team leader, so of course he has to celebrate."

"Dad, I'm just a small production team leader, and I'm not the prime minister." Wang Baoyu said, taking off his shoes, sitting cross-legged on the kang, holding up a piece of braised pork, and just putting it to his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate. After all, he had grown up, so he felt embarrassed to put the meat back into the bowl, and said with a chuckle: "Let's wait for my mother to come and eat it!"

"Eat it! Your mother cooks noodles and it will be here soon." Jia Zhengdao said happily, pouring the wine glass in his hand and putting it in front of Wang Baoyu, and pouring a glass himself. Wang Baoyu felt that his godfather was different today than usual. He used to drink not often, and he never let himself drink it when drinking. Today, he obviously wanted to have a few glasses with him.

"Baoyu, come and take a sip. Dad congratulates you on becoming the production team leader and doing it well. It may not be necessary to become the village chief in the future!" Jia Zhengdao raised his glass and said, his words full of pride and expectation.

"Thank you, dad, my son is good at working hard, that's all a little bit." After Wang Baoyu said that, he raised his glass and touched his godfather, took a sip of it, put down the wine glass, picked up a sip of the cabbage and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

While talking, Lin Zhaodi walked into the house with a bowl of steaming noodles and put it in front of Wang Baoyu. Wang Baoyu's eyes lit up. It was actually white noodles, with two fat white poached eggs lying inside, which made people feel very appetizing at a glance.

"Mom, stop busy, come and eat together." Wang Baoyu said, picking up a few noodles and putting them in his mouth, and then said: "It's delicious, the noodles rolled by Mom are the best, they are smooth and chewy."

Lin Zhaodi's eyes were full of love and she said, "Son, today is your birthday. The longevity noodles that I specially made for you! Baoyu has finally grown up."

Wang Baoyu chewed the noodles in his mouth and said indifferently: "Mom, I never have a birthday, and there is no reason for the elderly to celebrate their birthdays for the younger generation."

Jia Zhengdao laughed and said, "Baoyu, this time is different from the past. From now on, you will grow up. Your birthday is my mother's goodbye."

Speaking of this, Wang Baoyu put down his chopsticks, his face was a little unhappy, and said, "Dad, today is the first day of my work implementation, a happy day. Let's not mention those unlucky things!"

Jia Zhengdao corrected: "Baoyu, how can you speak? People cannot forget their roots at any time, and they cannot forget their biological parents."
Chapter completed!