Cannon Fodder Just Wants to Farm (MTL)

Chapter 29: Wife

Wan Hai would never give him money. The more money a gangster like Ryoko gave him, the more he slapped his face. Wan Hai said, "Let's find a place where no one is around to talk."

Ryoko wasn't afraid of him either. Anyway, barefoot people are not afraid of shoes.

Xiao Wanshi was anxious and regretful at the same time, and her heart was pounding. The look in He Dong's eyes when he came to see her was a bit sinister, and he was completely frightened.

When Wan Hai came back, Xiao Wan was alone in the room, his expression different from usual: "How is it?"

Wan Hai didn't say anything specific, he just said: "Mom, you shouldn't do such a thing."

Xiao Wanshi was so frightened that she shed tears: "Mom, I'll never do this again." She didn't know that Liangzi was so shameless. She had clearly given the money, but now she still cares about them.

Since He Zifeng and the others separated, they have been worrying about each other every day, and little Wan's face has become a bit old-fashioned.

...

He Zifeng had no idea what happened to the He family and was grinding noodles at the entrance of the village.

Everyone was quite curious and said, "Did you really send your child to study? How about that?"

"Is it expensive?"

"How much money can you make in a day now?"

"I see that your house has started to lay a large foundation. How big are you building it?" Many people admired him. Who doesn't want to live in a big house? He Zifeng did something that everyone wanted to do.

The sisters-in-law looked at He Zifeng's strong figure and became more and more satisfied with it. Why didn't they notice it before?

Everyone said that his scumbag father, He Donglai, was not very good, but the son he gave birth to was quite handsome. Several aunts joked next to him: "You really made a mistake." If they had discovered that He Zifeng was so handsome and responsible, they would have taken action long ago.

Uncle Xu said: "Xiao He, why don't you change some white noodles? My mother-in-law cooked me a bowl last time. Even the noodle soup is a good thing. It supports people."

The price of white flour is high, and an average person only prepares 20 kilograms of it a year, just to make a meal of dumplings during the holidays.

He Zifeng thought that there was not much white noodles left at home. Said: "How to change?"

Uncle Xu said: "Just trade your three kilograms of multi-grain noodles for one kilogram of white flour." If you replace it with multi-grain noodles, you can eat a few more meals. Besides, looking at the fineness of the flour he grinds, he is not the only one who is eyeing He Zifeng's multi-grain flour. Uncle Xu beat him to it.

He Zifeng said: "Then let's exchange for ten pounds of white flour."

Uncle Xu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go back and get it right away. You young people are still willing to eat it."

Everyone took a look and said, "How would you eat this noodles instead?"

He Zifeng said: "I don't know yet." They had suffered from hunger before, and they all had the habit of hoarding food at home. Especially the white flour that is ground by oneself in the countryside is intended to be eaten at home, and you can't buy it of this quality outside with money.

The sister-in-law next to me said, "Did they just talk about noodles and you are also hungry for noodles?"

He Zifeng smiled and said: "Actually, I hate making noodles."