Song Xueyao praised him generously, "A Ting, congratulations on reaching the second level.

You are amazing, you are a real dancing genius."

Youyou thought, (What kind of martial arts genius is this male host? If he recovers his memory, he will not care about such skills, okay?).

So I have to be nice to the big devil now, so that when he recovers his memory, he will remember my kindness, right?

Haha, as for some people! I don’t know if they can withstand the revenge of the two great demons.

He was particularly looking forward to it because he loved watching the fun and watching his master clean up the mess.

At this time, in the temple in the sky, a beautiful woman sneezed several times.

Aqiu, Aqiu.

The woman thought to herself, "Why is my nose itchy? I'm a fairy, it's impossible for me to be sick."

Could it be... Impossible, absolutely impossible.

She must have been overthinking it. That person had been reduced to ashes and his original god had been destroyed. It was impossible for him to still be alive. Even if that person was alive, he would not pose any threat to her current status.

Crushing her to death would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Humph! What did it matter if you were in the limelight before? Now I have taken your place, and now I am the one in the limelight, while you ended up with a broken soul.

Is this the end of your fight with me? You should stay in a dark corner and be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life.

Tang Yunting also knew the principle of "too much is as bad as too little", so he started to consolidate his practice after reaching the second level, without forcing things to go too far.

Only when they could easily handle these two levels and mastered the key points did they prepare to go to bed.

The next morning, the two were working in the field when the team leader and the postman found Tang Yunting.

"Tang Zhiqing, Song Zhiqing. This is a telegram from the postman for you."

"Excuse me, Captain," Tang Yunting said to the others with a cold and businesslike look.

"It's not a big deal. You guys go ahead and do your work and I'll be leaving. We're all very busy after all."

"good."

Postman Fang Jianjun took out a telegram and a remittance note and handed them to Tang Yunting.

"Comrade Tang, here's a telegram and a remittance. Please sign here."

"Okay, thank you for your help, comrade."

“No trouble, serve the people.”

"Comrades, if you have time, please go and withdraw the money early. I'll leave first."

"Take care."

"Um."

After everyone left, Tang Yunting took the telegram and saw the words on it: "I have arrived home safely, don't worry." The remittance was for living expenses for his daughter-in-law.

Song Xueyao saw that there was 5,000 yuan on the remittance slip, and she thought her mother-in-law was so generous.

I don’t know how long 5,000 yuan will last these days. She has no place to spend the money, okay?

But since this was a kind gesture from her mother-in-law, she would just save it and then honor her mother-in-law somewhere else when the time comes.

The two continued with yesterday's operation and came to a deserted place. Song Xueyao continued to use her machine to cut.

The machine started to work and soon a large area of ​​wheat was harvested. If it were done manually, it would take several days to finish harvesting.

Anyway, no one saw her and she is not afraid of being accused of cheating. Otherwise, she should produce evidence. Without evidence, it is slander.

She just works faster than others, so what? Envy, envy, you work faster too.

The two of them worked faster today than yesterday. After the scorer recorded their work points, they went back to take a shower and went to town. After all, it was such a large sum of money that they had to withdraw.

The two of them were almost overwhelmed by envious gazes. They usually seemed to be so sly in their work, but unexpectedly they worked so fast during the autumn harvest.

They had already completed the 12 work points a day in just a few hours. When they thought of the huge piece of land in front of them, they suddenly felt like life was hopeless.

Why did they come to this village to suffer this hardship and pain?

My hands are covered in blisters now. It's only the second day of the autumn harvest! My arms are tanned.

Wu Jianguo specifically keeps an eye on these people to see if anyone is lazy or not working seriously, and he will definitely deduct work points from them.

Is it possible to slack off during the autumn harvest? This isn't an ordinary time. If it were, we would just turn a blind eye.

Everyone knows that Wu Jianguo has been in a bad mood these days, so if you see him coming, you should get back to work.

They were afraid that he would catch them in some small trick. If the few work points they had worked so hard to earn were deducted, what would they eat?

There is no one in the village who doesn't envy Song Xueyao and Tang Yunting. These two are truly monsters.

Who said that the educated youth from the city are not good at anything and eat nothing but food?

Look at how others work quickly and well, but they continue to work hard, and they may not be able to complete today's tasks even if they work until the evening.

These two days, I went back home, took a shower, changed into beautiful clothes, rode my bike and went to town.

When Tang Yunting arrived at the town’s post office, he took out the remittance slip and started withdrawing money.

The post office staff saw the two people withdrawing so much money and casually asked, "Comrade, are you sure you want to withdraw so much cash? You can keep it in the bank. It's not safe to withdraw too much."

Tang Yunting: "It's okay, comrade, I have a safe place to put them. Please help me take them all out."

"Okay, wait a moment. Your funds are quite large, so it won't be that fast."

"It's okay, I can wait."

More than ten minutes later, the post office staff finally counted the 5,000 yuan in cash. Since the notes were all 10 yuan each, 5,000 yuan was too much.

Luckily, the two of them had prepared a box to store their money in that wasn't too conspicuous. It was just that, with so much money and dressed so well, they became targets again.

Song Xueyao and Tang Yunting looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding. It seemed that the person who was not afraid of death had come again.

After withdrawing the cash, Tang Yunting sent a large package home. These were all prepared by his wife.

After weighing the package, the post office staff found that it cost more than 8 yuan. He took one look at the two people and thought that they were too extravagant with their money.

I'm still young. Even if I have money, I can't afford to spend it like this! If I don't save some money, what will I do when I need it?

But... she was really worrying about nothing. Looking at the other person's conditions, if he could send so much money at once, he must be well-off. Otherwise, who would be willing to send 5,000 yuan at once? 500 yuan is the maximum he could get.

After filling in the package address, Tang Yunting planned to call home. After all, he hadn't spoken to his grandfather for a long time.

He can marry such a good wife, thanks to the master, it is the master who has foresight.

Tang Yunting took out his home phone and handed it to the staff member, asking her to help dial the number.

What else could the staff say? They just did as they were told! They took out the phone number and dialed it.