Ning Que jumped down from the tree, passed through the barrier, and she was back. The sunset glowed half the sky red, and streaks of white clouds spread out in the sky. A flock of birds flew across the sky, quickly becoming black dots the size of sesame seeds.
There are no people farming in the fields anymore. The golden rapeseed fields have put on an orange coat, and everything is dyed with color, everything is golden and red.
"Who are you?" a little girl in a light red dress ran over and asked with her head raised.
A few steps away, three or four boys and girls were looking at her shyly, their grape-sized eyes full of curiosity.
"Huahua! Qizi, come home for dinner!" "Agou!" The village was filled with the voices of families calling their children to come home for dinner.
The little girl ran back a few steps, glanced back at Ning Que, stomped her foot, ran back again, and held her hand, "Sister, let's go to my house for dinner. My mother made stewed potatoes with pork ribs today. It's delicious."
Ning Que let her pull him back, passing through rows of closely-packed houses. Happy fireworks floated out of every chimney, and the white smoke dissipated in the orange and red twilight.
The little girl with twin ponytails pushed open the door, and her clear voice, like a bird, echoed throughout the small courtyard. "Mother, I'm back!"
"You're back. Come over, wash your hands and have dinner." A gentle female voice came from inside, and it sounded like a pool of spring water rippling.
"Mother, I'm bringing people home for dinner."
"Whose baby is this?" A pretty girl with delicate features poked her head out, with two strands of hair on her temples sticking to her face.
When their eyes met, they were both stunned. The breeze blew through the pea flowers in the yard, carrying the aroma of the ribs, and a strong sense of familiarity burst out.
"Fuqiu?" Ning Que looked at the woman whose features were very familiar to him and called out the name tentatively.
She nodded and patted her daughter's head. "Meimei, you and...sister, go in and have dinner with dad first. Mom will be out for a while."
Ning Que was pulled in by Meimei. There was a shirtless man sitting inside, slurping porridge from a bowl. The stewed potatoes and pork ribs in the middle of the table was still steaming.
So, just after Ning Que took a sip of corn porridge, he felt a gust of damp wind blowing. When he looked up, he saw a circle of people, no, ghosts, surrounding him.
The female ghosts dressed in all kinds of fashionable clothes stared at her as if she were a monkey, with excitement flashing in their eyes.
Uh... so many people, is it necessary?
Some ghosts have fuzzy edges, some are very solid, some have gorgeous clothes, some are simple, but each one is very neat, and every ghost has a smile on his face.
"Lord, do you still remember me? I'm the meat cutter with the best skills. You even praised me!" A burly woman pushed away the ghosts around her with her waist and hips, and said hurriedly.
There were several arms stuck to her body. One of the women took the arm off her body with an expressionless face and put it back on her own body.
The sky was like a blue-black velvet dotted with tiny diamonds. In the center of the village, a flame bloomed on this passionate land. Men and women held hands and sang and danced. The firelight reflected on their happy faces, as if they were stepping on the sunshine.
"It's not like before, is it?" Ning Que placed his hands on his knees, clutching a jar of wine. His face was dyed red by the firelight, and his eyes danced with bonfire.
The woman who was praised for her excellent skills was sitting next to her, also holding a glass of wine, her face slightly red. "This wine tastes great! It's unique to our village."
Indeed, this wine tastes slightly sweet at first, and when you swallow it, your stomach feels warm, like a feather tickling it. When you come back, there is only a hint of alcohol, and your mouth is full of fragrance.
Ning Que smacked his lips, "It tastes good, quite suitable for people with a low alcohol tolerance."
"Hahaha, you underestimated it. This wine also has another name called "Later Pour". Those who pour it for the first time will have to sleep for several days."
Ning Que silently watched her drink the wine as if it were water, but as the wine went down her throat, it disappeared inside.
It's a bit strange, how come it didn't slip through?
"Can you mass-produce this?" Ning Que looked at the slightly purple wine poured into the white porcelain bowl, and inexplicably had an idea in his mind. There will always be people who like this wine.
"It's not bad. Almost every household can make it, but my sisters and I still make the best." She narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly she seemed to think of something. "Ning Que, we have many other flavors of wine. We found them all in the old books we found at that rotten old woman's house."
Originally, they insisted on calling her Benefactor, but later they succumbed to Ning Queying's powerful military intimidation and started calling her by her name.
Benefactor, benefactor, it sounded strange and gave her goosebumps.
Ning Que placed the wine on the table and said with a thick tongue, "Well, let's go and take a look."
Although the edges are uneven like burlap and the paper has been yellowed by the smoke of time, the handwriting is some graceful and powerful, some bold and unrestrained, but it can be seen that these people love these books.
Ning Que always felt something strange when he touched the book cover. Because he was a little drunk, he couldn't even open the pages.
She watched Ning Que's actions, pulled the book over, and turned a page. "Here, this is it."
"What is it? Let me see." Ning Que looked at the densely packed tiny handwriting and recognized several herbs, among which "Nanpusai" was prominently listed.
Ning Que's face turned pale, and his stomach ached as if there was a blender inside him, and it was running at full power, making his stomach churn.
Human flesh, this is too exciting! There is also a human in the wine.
The ghost girl looked at Ning Que's pale face, as if she suddenly thought of something, "Don't worry, Nan Rao Sai didn't put it in. The first time we used the wine left over from the old woman's stupid son. Later we found that pig meat would work too, so we used pork and pig bones later."
She added, "We drank the first batch of wine. Your jar of wine is soaked in pork."
Ning Que was in a dilemma, "That's fine."
The female ghost hugged her and said, "Let's go. We won't go home until we're drunk tonight."
So, when Ning Que got out of bed the next day, his temples were throbbing, his stomach was acidic, and he walked downstairs in a daze.
Various side dishes were placed on the table in the center of the main hall of the house, and next to it was a large bowl of steaming porridge.
Meimei was sitting on a small stool nearby, drinking some hot porridge. When she saw Ning Que coming down, she called out to the kitchen, "Mother, my sister is up!"
Fuqiu walked out of the kitchen, wiping the water off her hands on her apron. "Sister, I'm here. Let's have breakfast!" Before they even started eating, another gust of wind blew, and a ghost ran over. "Sister Zhu and her sisters got into a fight with a group of people outside. They said they were looking for Master Ning!"
Ning Que's heart skipped a beat. It was all over. He drank too much last night and didn't report it to Sister Hu. Now the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple.
She immediately stood up and ran to the banyan tree, where she found them chatting and chatting. Sister Hu saw her and waved at her, "It's okay, just a little exchange. We're all family, family."
call--
Not bad, not bad.
When a group of female ghosts gathered together, mixed with a few male ghosts, Ning Que discovered that there seemed to be a stronger female population than male in his amusement park.
How about, the turning point guy comes back next time?
Bah, bah, bah, what a vicious idea.
Ning Que secretly despised himself and then stretched his limbs with all his strength. The fresh and clean air instantly filled his internal organs. It felt so good!
Ning Que and Ge You lay in bed for a few days and installed the teaching building by the way, but she found a very serious problem, she had too many.
So, with a wave of his hand, he said righteously, "In order to improve the overall quality of our playground and raise the children's starting point, we must develop them morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and labor-wise." (From the heart, let those children feel the charm of learning.)
So this alternative part-time work and study life gave the little guys in the laboratory a refreshing feeling.
Li Feng was lying on the bed with the charger connected to the headboard, chatting there with his body turned sideways, when he suddenly saw a new message pop up from "Broken Playground".
He unplugged the computer, turned over, and clicked on it. "Hmm? Wishing tree? Escape from the teaching building, only twice a day."
Huh? Only twice, so there's still a wave coming.
He immediately called Lin Qi. This idiot had been involved with An Qing recently and was always on the phone.
The call finally connected. "Hey, love-struck idiot, there's a new attraction at the amusement park. Want to come this weekend?"
"Oh, I know! I'm planning to go there with An Qing this weekend."
Li Feng had an expression as if he had been hit by a sweet attack. "Book me in. I want to be the brightest light bulb."
In the bright classroom, the sound of reading aloud can be heard. Students wearing red scarves are reading the textbooks in their hands seriously.
On the walls of the corridor hung portraits of famous people such as Marx, Engels, and Mao Zedong, as well as various pictures. Ning Que led the 12 tourists behind him and walked up.
An Qing and Lin Qi were among them, hand in hand. Li Feng was beside Ning Que, grumbling, "Boss Wu, you know what? Those people didn't come. I've always supported you."
"Yeah, I'll give you a chance to make a wish for free. I'll buy you a drink after it's over." Ning Que turned his face away and walked to the sixth floor.
"Still, cousin, you're so anxious that you're drinking." He was still mumbling to himself, not stopping.
We arrived at classroom 604. When all the tourists stepped onto the stairs to the 6th floor, the bell for the end of get out of class rang over the radio and the sound of reading stopped abruptly.
Li Feng stared in amazement as Ning Que walked in. He knocked on a child's desk, squatted down, and asked, "Can I put the book on the table?"
Blood oozed from the child's head, and cute words flowed from his dark purple lips, "But I'm lying upside down. Can the table be turned down too?"
There was a thud as Ning Que turned the table over. She patted his face and said, "Good luck studying, darling."
She poked her head out of the window, her hands resting on the windowsill. "You know the rules of the game, right?"
"We have to find the teacher who teaches them in this teaching building. The time limit is one hour. Each person has one chance every 10 minutes to ask them a question. If they answer it, they have a five-minute safety period. If not,
Hehehe, congratulations, you won’t have the chance to ask questions next time! "
Ning Que turned his face away again, "Remember, you'll get points for answering questions correctly. When you accumulate enough points, you can redeem them for prizes. Are you ready?"
The children shouted enthusiastically, "Ready!"
"Brothers outside, are you ready?"
The tourists outside were a little shuddering when they saw the strange-looking children inside.
Sister, can I get a refund?
Ning Que saw that they didn't react, "Well, since you haven't said anything, I'll take it as consent.
3, 2, 1, go!
The entire building, six floors, went dark, with only the lights installed in the bathroom still on.
The toilet door kept squeaking, the debris in the classroom began to roll by itself, and the arrest filled with children's laughter had just begun.
Li Feng, Lin Qi, An Qing and others hid directly in the women's restroom.
Li Feng took the bag he was given behind him, carefully unzipped it, and whispered, "I have a flashlight."
Lynch, "Mine is a math workbook."
There was a sound of plastic rubbing against each other in An Qing's hands. "Mine is a bag of candy, and there are only five pieces in it."
"It's still milk candy! Let me have one." Li Feng took one and wanted to peel it open, but gave up because the sound of the plastic paper was really loud.
In the absolutely quiet environment, you can clearly hear your own heart pounding, as if it is beating a drum in your ears, bang, bang, bang.
Lin Qi clenched his girlfriend's hand and swallowed, his voice a little hoarse from nervousness. "How many minutes has it been? We should be fine hiding here, right?"
Even the lowest volume sounded remarkably loud in a quiet environment. Li Feng pouted his lips, placed his index finger in front of his mouth, and made the sign of five.
"We have to go find his teacher, otherwise what's the point?" An Qing squeezed out these words.
Lynch nodded in agreement.
Li Feng put his palms together, raised them above his head, and begged for mercy. He said in a hoarse voice, "Uncles, aunts, please be quiet, okay? If you don't have the skills, don't take on porcelain work. Finding their teacher is not something that mortals like us can do.
Look at all those kids, some doing handstands, some doing three arms, some doing fish heads and human bodies, which one of them is easy to mess with?"
Ning Que crossed his legs and watched from the surveillance camera that three people were squatting in the sixth-floor restroom. He pressed a control button and said, "How can we not move?"
Tick-tick, clatter-clatter.
"Why do I feel like there's something in the toilet?" Lynch pricked up his ears.
Li Feng spoke first, "How is that possible? We got in before they started arresting us. I even locked the bathroom door."
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside.
They immediately held their breath, huddled together, and prayed secretly that he wouldn't come.
Perhaps their prayers worked, for the footsteps stopped outside, then grew farther and farther away, until they almost disappeared.
Li Feng swallowed his heart and wanted to talk to his brother, but he found that his neck was both cold and hot, so he touched it with trembling hands.
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