Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

All eyes in the room fell on the dog's head at the door, the scum stretched his neck to look into the room, then like a dog that had nothing to do, slowly wandered into the room shamelessly, and then just sat next to Wen Nu, He stared at the celery patty in Wen Nu's hand without blinking, staring at it affectionately and expectantly.

"You're back?!" Wen Xu didn't give it meatloaf, but trained it with a cold face.

The scum turned a deaf ear, and the two little thieves never left the celery meatloaf in Wen Nu's hand for a moment. After hanging around outside all night, he didn't eat anything. On an empty stomach, this bastard finally found out how happy it is to have something to eat matter.

Shi Shangzhen smiled and said: "Your dog is really particular, and it went to my place yesterday. But it's unlucky, I just sent my dog ​​away, and there is no dog food left at home. See if it comes over, So I soaked some hard noodles in instant noodle soup for it, but who knew it didn’t eat a single bite! I have nothing to do with it, so I can only let it starve!”

Wen Xu looked at the scum and said with a smile: "You are also blind, this one is a bit difficult to even feed yourself, you bastard still go to her!"

"What are you talking about!" Shi Shangzhen looked at Wen Xu and protested.

"It's nothing, I said this thing is picky." After speaking, Wen Xu stood up, threw half of the pancake in his hand to the ground, then got up, took a whole pancake from the pot, and sat down to continue eating.

After starving for half a day and one night, the scum tastes like a joy to eat now, half a piece of pancake is almost killed in a few rounds, now I don’t think about the problem of importing dog food anymore, hot pancake After eating, this guy raised his head again, and stared affectionately at Wen Nu once again with his small eyes that he thought were charming.

Wen Xu ignored it for a while, listening to Shi Shangzhen and Professor Chi discussing the so-called "legendary story" of Fu Zeyan.

Seeing that it was useless to just look at him, the scum immediately moved to Wen Nu's legs and began to rub against Wen Nu's legs. While rubbing against Wen Nu's legs, he stretched out his dog's mouth, and put it on the cake in Wen Xu's hand, the scum in his mouth glisteningly hung on his lips.

Wen Xu was not so easy to talk to, so he put the cake on the table, stretched out his hand to grab the collar around its neck and pulled it out, dragged it to the place where its basin was placed in the courtyard, and pressed the dog's head into the basin.

"After eating these, there will be new meals to eat, otherwise there will be nothing to eat!" Wen Xu let go of his hands and walked towards the pot house.

Just as soon as Wen Xu let go, the scum rushed out with a bang, and rushed towards the pot house happily before Wen Xu entered the room, while running, he was still waving his bright red tongue, which was called a dog. what!

Wen Xu used her ass to figure out that this guy must be aiming at the big half of the cake she put on the table.

"Pillar!"

With a gentle drink!

The queen's super thug Dong Liang made a move, Huanshi's scum just showed his head at the door of the pot house, and his body was thrown to the ground by Dong Liang in the next second!

This time, even though he was pushed to the ground by Dongliang, the scum's little thief eyes were still looking at the hot meatloaf on the table, wailing and groaning while looking.

"It's so pitiful, isn't it just a piece of pancake?" Shi Shangzhen immediately wanted to throw half of the pancake in his hand to the mouth of the scum.

Wen Xu immediately said: "Don't throw it away, I'm training dogs now, don't make trouble for me!"

"Is this also dog training?" Shi Shang was really reluctant to part with the pancakes, so he took the opportunity to take the pancakes back and said by the way, curling his lips.

Wen Xu said: "I'm teaching it, and I will obey my rules in my house from now on. I don't know how the last owner taught it. But here, I won't let a dog play tricks on me. Small-tempered, let it know that it is not the boss, I am!"

After speaking, he bent down and stretched out his hand to lift the collar around the scum's neck. If you want to say that Dongliang was the best, Wen Nuo pulled it with his hand, and Dong Liang let go of the scum, allowing Wen Xu to drag it up.

Dragging it to the scum's food bowl again, and pressing its dog's head again, this guy seems to feel a little wronged, like a wayward child, who used to always get what he wanted, but now no one cares about himself Yes, my heart is sad! There actually seemed to be tears in the eyes of those little thieves, what a miserable situation!

When Wen Xu left, this guy also knew that Guowu's pancakes were so close to him that he could see them but never eat them.

Aw... woo! Aw... woo!

The scum raised his head, looked at the cold leftovers left in his food bowl from yesterday, and howled so sadly!

However, such a lyrical cry became a swan song after Dongliang finished eating pancakes and porridge. After leaving the pot house, Dongliang pushed the scum to the ground again because of his dry cry, and taught him how to make a warm Good dog at home!

Just like that, after mixing half a piece of pancake in the small courtyard, I gained some strength and decided not to eat the things in the basin. The wayward scum ran away from home again!

Wen Xu didn't know that the scum had run away again at this time, even if he knew it, he wouldn't take it to heart. To be honest, Wen Xu had already seen through the heart, liver, spleen and lungs of this guy, and it would naturally come back when he didn't eat it, even if he went to another house Damn, there must be better food in other places.

Judging from the current standard of living, there is no family in the entire village who is willing to feed the dog with meatloaf like Wen Xu. Generally speaking, the dogs of other families grow up eating yams and drinking porridge. But every now and then, you can mix it with broth to soak in rice. Want to eat big bones with meat? I want to blind its dog heart!

Listening to Professor Chi's story, Wen Xu only had one thought in his mind: These people who have read long books can tell it. This old man just told Wen's ancestors a myth and legend.

"Wen Xu, you make up one too, and when you become famous, you can also secretly tell others that you made up this story." Mr. Chi Jiaqiang said with a smile as he looked at Wen Xu who was sitting next to him in a daze.

Wen Xu shook his head and said, "Me? Let's forget it. I'm not very good at making up stories. When I make up stories, no one wants to hear or believe them. How embarrassing it is! Let me just say it, you two I wouldn't believe it if I heard the story."

Professor Chi Jiaqiang retorted: "Let's take Dahongpao as an example. None of its stories are true. Where did so many stories come from the unknown ancient tea tree in the past? It is also said that Jiang Guangtou sent soldiers to guard it at that time. Tea trees, but they are all just legends, and there is no real record. After the founding of the country, the local government sent this tea to Taizu, and the old Taizu wrote back to the local government to say not to give it away. But look at the reputation of Dahongpao now. The old Longjing tree! Why? Most people are mortals, listening to a story is just for fun, as for how many people can tell the real from the fake? Tea tree tea is not inferior to Dahongpao in terms of tea itself, and the tea polyphenols, amino acids, tea polysaccharides and the like in it are not inferior to Dahongpao, and some trace elements that are beneficial to the human body are even higher. If this kind of good tea is to be known to others, and its price is right, it must first create momentum!"

Wen Xu actually agrees with the old professor's statement in his heart, but this story is a bit embarrassing for Wen Xu.

Shi Shangzhen nodded and said: "Indeed, we have to let people know about our good tea. Because the publicity is not in place, the world will only know Dahongpao but not Fuzeyan. That is not a loss!"

"You are engaged in research, so you are not afraid of others saying that you are doing petty tricks?" Wen Xu has already given up on Shi Shangzhen. Officials like her are now looking at performance, and it is now the head of the teacher's heart to improve Wenjia Village's economy. The first priority, I guess for this she can sharpen her head and use it as a drill!

But Mr. Chi Jiaqiang, a professor of Linda University, is a bit polite and disrespectful. You are a cultural person, so you can't be so unscrupulous, you don't have a story to make up?

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chi Jiaqiang waved his hand and said: "Out of this house, any stories or legends have nothing to do with me. I am an old scholar of Lin University who studies trees. I came to Wenjia Village to concentrate on studying Fuze. To extend the quality of this old tea tree, now I find that its quality is very good, so I specially applied for funds to study how to protect it... ".

It was only now that Wen Xu discovered that an old professor who seemed to be a highly respected professor could be so black-bellied, and after he came up with an idea, he completely removed himself.

But as far as his own feelings are concerned, Wen Xu can't blame the old man, because these tea trees have gained a reputation, which is beneficial and harmless to the whole Wenjia Village.

In this way, the two chatted and the other listened, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. After breakfast, Shi Shangzhen consciously did the dishes by himself, and Wen Xu went back to the house, sat down in front of the table and spread out the paper, and began to practice calligraphy.

I was a little restless and irritable in the previous writings, always thinking about the tea tree, but after writing the first one, my mood slowly calmed down, Wen Xu put all my attention on writing, hands, eyes, heart They all went to one place and quietly practiced calligraphy for an hour.

Putting down the words, looked at the words I wrote, and looked at the post to see which strokes were insufficient, and there were other strokes that were written, and under the sunlight shining on the desk outside the window, Wen Xin picked up the brush and dipped it in Zhu Shahong drew large and small circles on the areas to be improved, so that the homework of calligraphy practice was officially over.

After tidying up the desk, as soon as Wen Xu went out, he saw Dong Liang lying at the door staring blankly at the sky, so Wen Xu also raised his head: "What are you looking at?"

"Yo! Good omen!" Wen Xu raised his head and saw a small black figure flying into his house.

A little swallow was holding a thin dry branch in its mouth, and was going to make a nest on the beam of its own house.

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