"Isn't she your master? And why are you letting someone sleep on top of the warehouse? There's an empty room in the attic."

"She slept there willingly, and I called her. Besides, she borrows money and doesn't pay it back. Once she lends it out, it's gone for good. She owes me over 100,000 yuan and hasn't paid it back. Why should I lend her money?"

"ah?"

No way, he only borrowed money because he trusted Song Xianqing.

He only has that little money left...

Surely not, beautiful lady?

"Your master seems to be doing well. Are you really not going to pay it back?"

Song Xianqing went to the hand pump well, scooped in half a spoonful of water, and then kept pumping until water came out. While pumping, he talked to his wife:

Anyway, she didn't pay me back.

Nan Yu sighed, "Never mind, my sister is beautiful, it's not a loss to give flowers to a beautiful sister."

Song Xianqing was displeased and pumped the water faster and faster: "How can it not be a loss? Don't worry, I'll go to Beishan in a few days, and if I can't find the money, I'll go to her and ask for it."

"It's alright. Your master has taught you a lot, so there's no need to calculate so clearly."

I don't want that little bit of money to cause a rift between Song Xianqing and his master.

"You can't just owe me money and not pay it back. It's fine if you owe me money, but you can only use my money, and you have to come back!"

"Don't bother asking for it, I'm not in a hurry to use it."

The kettle was filled with water, and the small jar was also filled. Song Xianqing wiped his hands with a cloth, came over and hugged his wife Xiaoyu, kissed her little mouth, and said, "Don't lend her money next time."

"I'm out of money too."

"Yeah, don't lend money whether you have it or not. Pretty women can be really annoying, so stay on your guard, understand?"

The fever has subsided, and my wife's body feels soft and pliable when I hold her.

Song Xianqing really wanted to have a bite. Since they met, he hadn't eaten a single piece of meat. He was so lonely. He gently nibbled and gnawed, drinking some meat broth to satisfy his craving.

The boy was like a clingy golden retriever.

Nan Yu couldn't dodge it even if she wanted to, so she could only give a perfunctory reply: "Okay, okay, I know, just let go."

As Song Xianqing kissed him, he pressed him down onto the haystack.

Early in the morning, his desires were strong; his hands were restless, his mouth was restless, and he was restless everywhere. Nan Yu didn't even dare let him bite her neck and leave marks, because kissing him again would only arouse his desires.

"I need water, and I haven't taken my medicine."

When it comes to medicine, Song Xianqing becomes obedient, boiling water and cooking.

With flowers planted in the yard, Song Xianqing set her sights on the land outside. There were a lot of weeds, so why not clear some land and plant some vegetables? It would be convenient to pick a leaf of green vegetable when making noodles in the morning.

Going out to shop every day is exhausting.

Without further ado, after Nan Yu finished taking her medicine, she picked up a hoe and started clearing the land.

The day of the publicity arrived.

Deng Xin wore traditional clothing and some silver ornaments. She wasn't as exaggerated as Song Xianqing, who called her a peacock with its tail feathers spread. It wasn't an exaggeration at all. However, she was just doing it for publicity and didn't plan to wear makeup.

Song Xianqing took out a whole set of equipment. His powder application was still a bit clumsy, but he got the hang of it quickly. He tried it on his own face for a while, and once he got the hang of it, he applied it to his wife. He gave her a semi-natural look, as Nan Yu's lips were already full and healthy and didn't need much embellishment.

She took off the silver necklace from her own neck and put it around the boy's neck. She held the boy's head in her hands, her fingertips caressing his earlobes. She was so happy that she couldn't wait to take him.

"It's so beautiful."

"You look good too."

I want to kiss you.

"Can't."

"How about we do it once these few days are over?"

"no."

"Why?"

There's no reason why.

"Why is there no why? Am I not handsome enough? Or do you think I'm not living a good enough life?"

"Can you please have less of that lewd stuff in your head?"

"No, I just want to."

"roll."

"You'll give it to me after you get out?"

"No."

"I won't let you hit me."

The wick cried out, poking the boy's head with its finger: "You think you're so tough now, hitting me?"

Song Xianqing smiled and hugged the person, then kissed the little mouth hard, "One kiss, and I won't fight anymore."

"I think you're just trying to take advantage of me."

"You won't let me eat meat, but you won't even let me have a sip of meat broth?"

"Stop messing around. Hurry up and take off your makeup and put it back on. You look like a monkey's butt. It's so ugly."

"I want to eat meat."

"Go buy it if you want to eat it."

"The buyer won't sell."

"Then you'd better behave yourself."

"I want to eat meat."

"You're so annoying."

"I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat..."

Like Tang Sanzang, he kept talking non-stop, and Nan Yu was really annoyed with him. "Hurry up, time is almost up."

Song Xianqing removed his makeup, did some simple touch-ups, applied sunscreen, and put on a little light-colored lipstick. Nan Yu helped him comb his hair, and finally put on a snake-shaped headband. After changing his clothes, Song Xianqing tried to kiss him, but Nan Yu dodged away.

"You're wearing lipstick, don't kiss me randomly, let's go."

Song Xianqing wanted to hold hands, but the lamp wick wouldn't.

There were people all outside; he didn't want anything to happen to him.

Liu Pianpian was confined by the High Priest and didn't come today. Besides Nan Yu, the Propaganda Department also found several good-looking men and women, all dressed to impress. China is too big and has too many sights, so we have to use some tricks.

Using sex to lure tourists.

The publicity department didn't tell Nan Yu that.

Song Xianqing was not invited by them.

We should consult the clan chief, but even the clan chief can't find him. How can we ask him to go?

Song Xianqing came purely to keep an eye on his wife, afraid she would be coveted. The two of them were stunningly beautiful when they appeared, especially Song Xianqing, with his long hair, tall stature, broad shoulders, and narrow waist. Not only women love him, but men are also captivated by him.

Nan Yu's disadvantage lies in her height. Even if she is good-looking, she will be less imposing and less perfect when standing next to someone who is 189 cm tall.

The publicity department leaders came over.

Seeing Song Xianqing, the leader was taken aback, not expecting him to come alone. He couldn't stop smiling and asked the two of them to cooperate with the tourists for photos, asking, "Do you have any pets with you?"

Nan Yu: "...No."

The leader chuckled and said, "I've prepared some for you: Black King, Blue Baron, White Lady, and Corn Snake. You two each choose one. Be careful not to bite the tourists. Greet them with a smile, don't be sullen. The village's GDP depends on whether this one is a big hit or not. I'll treat you two to dinner after this."

Song Xianqing was displeased: "Do you have money? Why are you making so many demands?"

Unlike ten years ago, now that feudal superstition is being cracked down on, witchcraft and sorcery cannot be openly practiced, and business is not as good as before. We have to find other ways out.

Aside from normal sacrificial rites, everyone lives a normal life just like other ethnic groups. In recent years, the tourism industry has exploded, and scenic spots in various places have begun to attract tourists, and the village is no exception.

All the good-looking people are becoming models.

No matter what your position is.

The propaganda department said this is called keeping up with the times.

Boss: "Good performance means bonuses, and we'll have money at the end of the month."

Song Xianqing: "How much?"

The leader said, "A few thousand. By the way, if tourists ask you for a hug or a kiss on the cheek, please try to cooperate if you can accept it."

Song Xianqing: "You want us to sell our bodies?"

The leader sighed and disagreed, saying, "You can't say that. We're all doing this for the village. Don't you want your hometown to be better?"