Right now, Feng Yijia cares most about her father.
In the evening, Feng Yijia didn't want to argue with her brainless mother-in-law who was protecting her grandson, so she let Meng Yan eat roast chicken and fried fish. After the little rascal fell asleep and turned into a little angel again, she lay on the bed and chatted with Meng Sheng.
"We have good food and drink all the time, but my poor dad is starving somewhere right now!"
After several years of nourishment, Feng Youcai's soul has almost recovered.
I just haven't found a body that suits my taste.
Seeing that his grandson was about to go to kindergarten, he could no longer wait in the village. Some time ago, he asked Meng Sheng for the spell of soul transfer and possession, then left the village and wandered around to find a suitable body for himself.
Meng Sheng felt that it was not appropriate to talk about topics related to his father-in-law in bed, but he had to respond to his wife's words, otherwise the subsequent benefits would definitely be greatly reduced.
After he held the soft and fragrant girl in his arms, he said, "Dad doesn't want to lose his virtue, he just wants a body with a completely dissipated soul.
In addition, he doesn't want to become a woman, and he can't be too old. With all these restrictions, it will definitely not be easy to find one.
But you never know when the right one will come along.
There's no point in worrying about this.
Don't think too much about it.
It’s late, we should go to bed!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Sheng lowered his head and skillfully covered the person's mouth to prevent his wife from talking to him about this matter for a long time.
At the same time, he used all his strength to make her unable to think of anything else except lust.
After being married for several years, they have done the exercise of "you in me, me in you" thousands of times, but the wanton collision from body to soul makes Meng Sheng more and more obsessed and intoxicated.
It seems that every time we have sex, it is a new and ultimate journey of exploration.
There was none of the boredom and laziness that other couples feel after a long time.
Beside the shaking big bed, in the small bed a few meters away, Meng Yan, who was sleeping, heard the squeaking sound again. He muttered, "Dad and Mom have a mouse," and turned over and went back to sleep.
Outside the window, the moonlight is like water and snow foam is flying.
Mengjia Village, which is unclear in the night, is different from the silence after nightfall a few years ago.
Many homes were brightly lit, and the sounds of villagers chatting and laughing, along with the various sounds from the TV, floated over the village for a long time.
Yes, the village has had electricity for two years.
Starting from the year before last, chicken and duck farming in every household in the village gradually expanded on a large scale. As the number increased and transportation could not keep up, how to sell them became a problem.
Feng Yijia copied several recipes for related products from the book left by the Taoist priest and sold them to the villagers.
Village cadres such as Chen Hai led the villagers to carry out deep processing of all products.
Live chickens and ducks are not easy to sell, but smoked chickens, cured ducks and various marinated products are much easier to sell.
The villagers tasted the sweetness and the scale of the business continued to expand. All the mountains and forests near the village were contracted out one after another.
Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng contracted hundreds of acres of forest, but they couldn't find anyone in the village to work and take care of them, so they often had to hire people from outside.
The economy of Mengjia Village was completely revitalized and became a well-known wealthy village.
The wealthy families in Mengjia Village contributed some money, and the county provided a little more subsidy, and the electric wires were brought into the village over the mountains and across the hills, regardless of cost.
Soon, electrical appliances such as televisions, electric fans, and washing machines appeared in many villagers' homes.
If Mengjia Village is much more lively and brighter at night than before, the changes during the day are even greater.
Last year the village raised funds to build a road.
Meng Sheng's family paid the lion's share, the rest was contributed by the village, and each household contributed a portion, widening the village road and the mountain road, which were originally about one meter wide, to more than three meters.
Most vehicles can be driven directly to the doorsteps of every household in the village, so several small trucks for transportation in the village were purchased one after another.
Meng Sheng's tricycle is now completely inconspicuous.
Transportation in the village has become more convenient, and everyone has some money. In the past two years, houses have been built one after another.
Zhang Erliang, who was introduced by Meng Sheng and specializes in selling construction materials, has earned enough money in Mengjia Village in the past two years to realize his dream of buying a car and getting married.
Meng Sheng also discussed with Chen Hai the idea of creating a holiday attraction in the future. In the end, the villagers unanimously decided that if they wanted to build a house, they should build a two-story Western-style building specially designed by someone hired by the village.
Therefore, at first glance, the current Mengjia Village looks almost completely different from the dilapidated village it used to be.
Meng Sheng and Feng Yijia, who made great contributions, exercised for half the night and got up the next morning to be dragged by their son Meng Yan to go to the village store to buy rat poison.
He said seriously, "The mice always squeak in my ears at night, which makes me unable to sleep well.
Many times I dreamed about telling my parents, but I forgot when I woke up in the morning. Today I finally remembered.
Feng Yijia's face turned red as an apple when he heard this, and he said unhappily, "Let your father go with you!"
Then he glared at Meng Sheng and, rarely on his own initiative, ran to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Meng Sheng couldn't just go easy on himself like his wife did, so he could only try every possible way to trick his son who had clear and innocent eyes.
"Neither my parents heard the mice squeaking, but you were the only one who heard it. You must be dreaming, or you heard it wrongly!"
Meng Yan, with her belly bulging, retorted in a baby voice, "I've heard it many times, not just once or twice, I must have heard it right.
And it’s not a dream, sometimes I can hear it even when I’m awake.”
Meng Sheng felt that he had to find a way to separate his son and live on his own as soon as possible, but he continued to fool him without changing his expression: "Okay, if you heard it right, then you heard it right.
I have rat poison at home. No need to buy it. I'll get some and we can release the poisoned rats together!
After you put the poison in, you can’t talk about it anymore, or the mice will stop eating it.”
Meng Yan was skeptical: "Really? Rats can understand us?"
Meng Sheng: "Really, that's what your grandparents taught me when I was a kid!"
Meng Yan: "Okay, after you put the medicine in, I won't tell you!"
Meng Sheng:...
Okay, I've fooled half of it, then I went to the kitchen to get some flour in a separate bag, and took my son to put it in several corners of the house.
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