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Lu Zhengkang took Su Xiangli to the happy farming area. The rice planting team led 16 teams and five groups. Once the grandfather’s workplace was also his old house. Now, the houses are still those houses, and the things inside have changed slightly, but the host’s house It became Zheng Qilu.

　　 The oil head monster happily welcomed both Lu and Su, "Oh, this is not our little husband and wife group, why do you have time to see me?"

　　Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli did not respond to this level of ridicule. Lu Mou grinned, "We young people come to visit the empty nest old man, are you touched by Teacher Zheng?"

　　 "Moved, come, please come in."

　　Life in a rural area is not so much an experience of the plight of the countryside, but an escape from the congestion in the city.

　　In modern society, there is no labor of farming, and everyone can truly experience the joy and peace of pastoralism.

　　 Zheng Qilu's day, he woke up at about six in the morning, maybe five, or later, at the latest at eight. Three meals have to be prepared by himself. There is no housework robot in the house. He did not buy it. It is good to do it himself and have enough food and clothing.

　　 Lu Zhengkang asked, "Why not get a robot?"

　　 The greasy monster scratched his growing hair, "Don't worry. It's not good to say, evil."

　　Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: A third-level social credit officer living in a rural area actually vaguely knew the news of the omnic rebellion. It seems that this news has not been blocked.

　　 Zheng Qilu’s breakfast is usually cooked with cold rice in boiling water. With the leftovers overnight, he can eat two large bowls.

In the morning, I had to go to the workplace to set up agricultural machinery tasks. After the Detroit incident broke out in the United States, this type of agricultural machinery has been deleted from the AI ​​program. All forms need to be set by the farmers themselves. This has somewhat increased the threshold of this profession. Zheng Qilu is Those who have relevant knowledge and skills, and Grandpa Tai should not have that ability, so even if Lu Xuefeng did not take the initiative to retire, he is not allowed to continue to work in the rural area.

Lunch will be simpler. One dish and one soup is almost the same. Zheng Qilu has the patience for food. Sometimes he will stew a plump pork knuckle in a rice cooker. From 1 am, it will be simmered on a low fire without boiling until lunch. At that time, the elbows were boiled and boiled, and the thick oil and red sauce had a mellow taste. It didn't matter if the staple food was rice noodles and steamed buns for such a hard dish.

　　 In the afternoon, Zheng Qilu had to stay in the workroom, using drones and satellite remote sensing to monitor the real situation of the farmland. Any unexpected problems would require him to set up farm machinery to solve them, or he had to take a trip in person. Generally speaking, it is actually a very leisurely work. With the ncas system, the farming area has always been in a smooth climate.

　　 Dinner will be more formal, because it is a break time, Zheng Qilu has plenty of time to add meals for himself.

His life like this is already very lifelike, but it is still much worse than Lu Xuefeng. The small male and female duo have enjoyed the meticulous care of the grandfather. Looking at the life of the older single oil-headed man Zheng Qilu, he is quite For sloppy.

Of course, Teacher Xiao Zheng’s life is not just living in a rural area. He is actually a second-hand artist. He is also playing sculptures, large plaster statues, placed in the yard, and artificially spliced ​​wood. He bought one. Large pile, used for wood carving. A piece of work requires ten and a half days of hard work to catch up with the busy farming, and he may spend an entire season to produce the finished product.

From material selection, carving, coloring, to selling on the Internet, he did his own work. He also recorded the process and made a video for others to enjoy. Now Zheng Qilu is more or less an Internet celebrity. The content of the age group is the most promoted.

　　 When Lu Zhengkang and the others came, they didn’t have to worry about cooking. Lu Zhengkang was in charge of the red case, and Su Xiangli was in charge of the white case. A meal from appetizers to desserts did not require Zheng Qilu to give up half a snack. He was moved by tears.

"Teacher Zheng, I didn't say you, you are a national talent with Social Credit Level 3, you don't go to those laboratories, and you don't take the civil service examinations, but you are nestled in the agricultural area. What do you think you want." Lu Zhengkang once again Advise the oil head monsters to turn their heads back.

　　 Teacher Xiao Zheng asked back, "I heard your grandfather say, your kid wants to be a painter in the future?"

　　 Lu Zhengkang was taken aback, "Yes, artistic creation."

　　 "You are so smart, why don't you become a scientist?"

　　 "Because I don't want to stay up late to do the experiment, it will be overwhelming." How much is it that Xiaolu-student gently stroked his still thick hair? Not much. Compared to when he was a child, his hair volume is really sparse now.

　　 Zheng Qilu smiled sadly, "Me too."

　　 Luzheng Kanghu's body shook, and when he looked at the oil-headed monster, his long hair sticking to his scalp was actually a little thin.

　　 "Ms. Zheng!"

　　 "Lu Zhengkang!"

　　 woo woo woo! The two big men embraced and wept.

　　 Su Xiangli tilted his head, "What's your nerve?"

　　 "You don't understand!" x2

　　 Su Xiangli shrugged, man, heh, boring male creature.

On the second day of staying in the farming area, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli exchanged bodies. They looked as usual and played each other's roles. There was almost no difference, except that "Deer" became more silent and "Su" became more talkative. Tuberculosis.

On the third day, they exchanged their bodies and decided to go to see the grandfather. They originally planned to go directly to the nursing home on the first day. They sent an email in advance, but the grandfather said that he was not in the yard and he went to send the bones of old friends. .

　　 Now, there is only one Lu Xuefeng left in the Roman Qin Ri Long Live Band~www.wuxiaspot.com~. He is the second oldest in the band and has lived the longest.

　　 Today is January 23, 2093, the day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Lu Zhengkang must go home the day after tomorrow at the latest.

On the day of goodbye grandfather, on the morning of the 23rd, the sky was half cloudy and not sunny, mainly because the sky in the northwest was piled up with thick thick clouds, which looked iron-gray, and the floating sky light shuttled through the clouds, which was a bit strange. color.

Looking up at the surroundings on the flat ground, there is a blue yingying sky curtain to the east, and you can vaguely see the woods on the horizon. In the smooth arc, these towering forests are just tiny bumps, like some kind of low Dwarf fungal creature. There are some dry and gloomy sedimentary clouds in the south, shining with thunder, it is rare to see such weather in winter, there is no rain over there, just a thunderbolt for no reason.

　　 The temperature is not too low, walking outside in a fleece suit, exhaling, like a white arrow, curling up three or two inches, turning into invisible.

　　 On such a day, when I met the grandfather, the old man was completely unable to hold his head, his back bends down, his shoulders shrunk, his cheeks were cut by law lines, falling like two crops.

　　 The old man is not far from death.

The grandfather saw Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli trotting over and waved his hand. When Zheng Qilu came, he just rolled his eyes at him, "How did you follow? I have been in the nursing home for so many years, and you still refuse to rest. rest?"

　　 The oil head monster just nodded loosely, shaking his thinning long hair, "Don't dare, I have retired."

　　 "If you are in your business, there is no such thing as retirement."

　　 "Don't say this in front of the children."