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Liu Shengan will definitely not go to Wahou and Shanhou, but he may not go to Shutun and Wohu, so we will settle the score with him tomorrow night.
Since he was not planning to cause trouble for Liu Shengan tonight, Wan Feng's mind shifted to other places.
His hands dishonestly wrapped around Luan Feng's waist.
"Don't touch me."
If you don't allow me to touch you, I won't touch you. That would be so embarrassing.
Wan Feng gently embraced Luan Feng and let her lean on his shoulder.
Luan Feng raised his fist and hit Wan Feng twice, but did not move his body to lean his head on Wan Feng's shoulder.
"Bad hand, be quiet and don't move around."
"I didn't move! It's an illusion, it must be your illusion!"
Luan Feng chuckled: "How come you always have something to say, you bad guy!"
Wan Feng admitted that he was not a bad guy but he didn't seem like a good guy either, because the hands of a good guy would not be as restless as an earthworm.
These three and two movements were like thunder that ignited a fire.
"Shall we go?" Wan Feng asked Luan Feng in her ear.
"Where are you going?" Luan Feng's voice also sounded like a mosquito's song.
Wan Feng could feel that Luan Feng's body seemed to be in a feverish state, so hot that it was scalding.
"Let's go to the cornfield." Wan Feng said confidently.
Luan Feng almost laughed herself to death and leaned on Wan Feng's shoulder: "Why do you have to be so confident in everything you say? How dare you say something like that as if it were an oath?"
Wan Feng himself laughed, this was indeed a bit shameless.
When they returned, they did not really go into the cornfield, but leaned against each other and watched the antelopes quietly.
During this period, neither of them spoke. Wan Feng held Luan Feng's waist with one hand and held Luan Feng's hand with the other hand. Neither of them spoke another word until the end of the movie.
This might be the first time that Luan Feng has such close contact with a man. Her heart must be in turmoil like fifteen buckets of water. The mixture of panic, excitement, fear and other factors is bound to make her heart extremely confused. Any slight disturbance will leave some impact on her psychology.
Therefore, Wan Feng consciously did not break this tranquility, allowing her to feel, absorb and even enjoy this quiet and sweet feeling. Perhaps this will be the most beautiful memory in her life.
Luan Feng's head was resting on Wan Feng's shoulder, one of her hands was held by Wan Feng, and her brain was in a semi-dizzy state.
Indeed, at the beginning she felt a physical tremor, as if an electric current was transmitted from Wan Feng's fingertips and running around in her body, which made her heart pounding and extremely panicked.
But as time went on, this feeling of panic was gradually replaced by a calm atmosphere, slowly evolving into the tranquility of an autumn lake.
In her mind, the movie screen disappeared, the crowd not far away also disappeared, and the whole world was just her and him snuggling together, with a starry sky above their heads.
There are stars in the sky that continuously streak across the night sky, forming gorgeous meteor showers, and finally blooming gorgeous flowers on the side.
At this moment, Luan Feng felt like a bird, its feathers dotted with moonlight, enveloped by blue waves, soaring in perfect posture towards the star-filled pasture...
Time flowed quietly in this silence like a silent river. When the movie screen played the word "goodbye", Luan Feng was still sitting stupidly leaning on Wan Feng's shoulder, with her eyes closed, her heart still stayed in the wonderful fantasy world of Zheng
"Silly girl, the show is over!" Wan Feng whispered in Luan Feng's ear.
In fact, he really didn't want to interrupt Luan Feng's dream, but he had no choice but to interrupt. If he didn't interrupt, it would be just the two of them left here.
"Ah! The performance is over so soon?" Luan Feng woke up from the illusion in surprise.
The only people left in the cinema were the projectionist packing up the projection equipment and a few people who had left for the last time.
When they passed Shutun, they were the only two people left on the road leading to Wahou.
The two of them walked silently under the starry sky, holding hands.
After sending Luan Feng home, Wan Feng also returned home and lay on the kang. Unexpectedly, Zhu Ping was not asleep but blurted out something nonsensical.
"I saw you with someone. Is it normal for you to do this now?" Zhu Ping looked sanctimonious.
"Uncle, can you be more promising? You're not watching movies with my future aunt, but are just watching movies everywhere. Why did my aunt fall for you? What am I doing wrong?"
"Who is it that I and you and she are not together?"
"Then you still have time to look at me?"
"Hey, I accidentally saw you guys chewing corn."
He could see this look clearly even when he was chewing corn at night.
"What are we doing chewing corn? I think you should focus on yourself. Hasn't the blacksmith's father been posting about you and his daughter recently?"
Wan Feng was not going to dwell on this issue and cleverly shifted the topic to Zhu Ping's future father-in-law.
"I haven't heard anything from him recently."
Wan Feng guessed that Jiang Xue must have had a quarrel with her father. The general process was that if you don’t agree, let me take over, and her father will naturally be disappointed.
"Have you pulled out all the tiles?"
"Only one carriage can pull that fast. We've only pulled out three carriages worth less than two thousand. Now there's less than five hundred left, which barely counts as one carriage."
Zhang Hai's calculations were quite good. Anyway, not many tiles could be produced by the end of the month, so he might as well sell all the bricks produced by the first kiln first, and then bring them back for use when calculating the amount at the end of the month.
"How long does the second batch of stored tiles have left in the maintenance period?"
"There are still four or five more. The second batch of tiles will be pulled out. It will take more than ten to pull out more tiles."
The production of tiles is really a big deal.
“How many bricks have been pulled out now?”
Even though Wan Feng was sitting on a tractor pulling bricks, he had no idea how many bricks were being pulled out, and he had never asked.
"The tractor pulled out 4,000 bricks in two days, and the horse-drawn carriage pulled out 7,000 bricks in three days. Now it has pulled out 11,000 bricks."
The speed of pulling bricks is acceptable for now, but the progress of tiles is still worrying.
"Xiao Dexiang sent over 300 sets of molds this afternoon."
"Ah! So fast this time?" Wan Feng remembered that it took Xiao Dexiang almost a week to make the first batch of 200 sets of molds.
"He's done it once before, so he's familiar with it and it's going to be quick this time."
That makes sense. Now we have 500 sets of tile-making molds, each of which can produce 500 tiles. It's still not easy to do anything with them.
"He can send another 200 sets later, so our manpower will be a bit tight."
Wan Feng suddenly remembered something: "Has my second uncle come to work yet?"
Wan Feng’s second uncle is naturally Zhu Ping’s second brother-in-law.
"Here I am, working in my tile-making workshop."
Just come, and don’t think about leaving.
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