"That was given to me by my grandmother when I was three years old."Aunt Bai's face darkened: "Shut up! I don't know what your grandmother gave you. Doesn't your mother know! Are you still lying!"Nin...Rong Zhaonan picked out a fishbone with one hand, and said casually: "After the Autumn Harvest Celebration last night, someone with a red sash brought wine and steamed buns over, saying that they were sharing in the collective honor and watching me eat."
Ning Yuan was taken aback.
Those red armbands were responsible for checking the ideological transformation and learning progress of these dispatched personnel.
So, Rong Zhaonan didn't refuse...
"If they sent something with rat poison, would you eat it too" Ning Yuan's mood was complicated.
Róng Zhāonán's lips curled into a cold arc: "They wouldn't dare."
His eyes, dark behind his glasses, made Ning Yuan shiver involuntarily: "...."
Dare you Well, some people still dare to send wine and buns laced with aphrodisiacs for horses and cattle…
She opened her eyes but didn't ask any more questions. She continued to eat her grilled shrimp, fish, and sweet potato porridge.
For some reason, she instinctively felt that Rong Zhaonan would definitely not let go of the person who dared to scheme against him.
Forget it, just eat the fish and don't talk, so you won't get a bone stuck in your throat!
Some things she shouldn't know as an ordinary person.
......
After dinner, her stomach was about eight to nine points full. Ning Yuan put down the lunch box very contentedly.
Now that food is scarce, Tang Zhenzhen always ate more than her share when she was at the countryside re-education camp. The other female educated youths could only eat seven points full if they were lucky.
Rong Zhaonan watched her turn to leave, raising an eyebrow: "Wait a minute, you're not going to wash the dishes and cutlery"
Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and smiled, "I'll cook, you wash the dishes and pots. This is just a difference in revolutionary division of labor. Rong Zhaonan agrees, here it is for you."
Saying that, she waved her hand directly and turned to go back to the little house by the cow shed.
She did want to buy Elder Rong, but not to be his personal mother. There's no successful person who would appreciate their household staff.
In her past life, she almost became her husband's second mother, catering to him in every way. But what was the result
Which man would want to sleep with his own mother or a waitress
When a bride becomes a mother, the man becomes less interested in his wife sexually. He might go out to find prostitutes or have affairs.
This lifetime, she has to change the way she lives. Starting with Rong Lao Da, who is currently down on his luck——
They may not be a real couple, but they are working together now. Everyone is doing their part to build this "little home" in the stable!
Rong Zhaonan looked at her with a mischievous smile in his eyes, patted his buttocks and walked away. He let out a sneer.
Well, she's not exactly a model spy, is she You'd think she'd be more proactive, you know, trying to build rapport and gather intel. Instead, she just sits there.
Although he thought so, Rong Zhao nan stood up and went to clear the dishes.
Ning Yuan went to rummage through the debris she had collected from the yard.
After Rong Zhaonan finished washing the dishes, he also came over to help. The two of them worked together to dismantle and sort through the broken furniture pieces they had dragged in—tables, chairs, and door panels.
Some usable items were put back together.
Ning Yuan was covered in a cold sweat, but she looked with satisfaction at the few "new" pieces of furniture in the house.
"Well, at least we have two tables in our house now. We can separate eating, studying, and putting things away."
Not only is there a newly added desk for putting things, but there are also two modified cabinets that can hold a lot of stuff. The bed has also been widened, lengthened, and reinforced.
Rong Zhao Nan looked at her own wide "new bed," her gaze somewhat unfathomable as she stared at her: "You really want to sleep with me..."
Ning Yuan instantly blushed, raising her voice hastily: "Don't talk nonsense! Who wants to sleep with you That's just because there was no other way at the time!"
She originally wanted to make an extra bed, but she found that the door panels weren't enough to use as bed slats, so she could only widen and enlarge the existing bed.
She lived a lifetime longer than him, could she possibly be interested in such a young man
“I don’t even care about sleeping in your bed. In a few days, I’ll figure out a way to get some wood and make a new one!” Ning Yuan mumbled angrily.
His bed, that rickety thing with a flimsy door panel, would fall apart if you so much as moved on it.
Does he know any martial arts like小龍女, sleeping with ropes He slept for so long, making her waste a lot of reinforced bed materials.
Rong Zhaonan coldly watched her tidy up the room. In a short while, she had managed to make the room much tidier and more comfortable.
She was so tired she could barely stand, carrying the bucket to take a bath.
Southeast rural areas are not too cold in late autumn and there is no shortage of water resources.
After dinner, Ningyuan boiled some water and took a bath in the outdoor toilet, followed by a wash.
The cowshed doesn't have a toilet, so Rong Zhaonan built himself a simple one.
Only he used it, making it cleaner than a communal toilet for educated youth. It was like a simple washroom.
She let down her hair and sat by the window humming a song, wiping her hair while doing so. The candlelight in the main room was warm and cozy, illuminating everything around it pleasantly.
"Creak!" the door to the room swung open.
A tall figure walked in, carrying a bucket of water. He was shirtless and had a towel draped over his shoulder.
The candlelight seemed to coat his well-defined, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, fair body with a layer of flowing gold.
The man washed his hair, and Ning Yuan watched the water droplets slide down from his hairline, along his collarbone, chest, towards his narrow waist and abs, involuntarily staring blankly.
Rong Zhaonan noticed her gaze, but this time, he didn't pull a face like last night.
He just glanced at her faintly, casually pushing the damp bangs that had fallen over his eyes back behind his ears like yesterday, revealing a face that was exquisitely sharp.
Seeing the full face again, along with that body type that looked thin in clothes but fleshy when out of them, gave Ning Yuan a big visual impact.
Ning Yuan's face flushed instantly, and she became a little flustered: "You... how... why aren't you wearing any clothes..."
This person clearly looked malnourished, even when wearing clothes. Their clothes hung loose on them.
How come as soon as they take their clothes off, it's like they've been eating and drinking well, with their bodies becoming full of power and definition
The man let out a light scoff. “Who wears clothes to take a shower You”
Seeing him walking toward the bed in his sexy, bare upper body, Ning Yuan felt a little nervous.
She frowned her pretty brows: "I'm saying how come you don't put on your clothes after taking a shower."
Rong Zhaonan sat down beside her casually: "I'm used to sleeping without clothes on at night in the summer."
His hair and temples were also damp, and his whole body seemed enveloped in a layer of alluring moisture.
Ning Yuan was forced to shrink back to the side by his white outfit, "You're really not considerate! There are lesbians in the house now!"
Although the sun is scorching and the wind is blowing, he works diligently in the fields. He does all kinds of hard labor: cleaning the cattle shed, shoveling manure, and composting. He endures every hardship with grit.
How can this person be so white, not even a little bit tanned
But he seemed to have a lot of old scars all over his body.... Ning Yuan blushed and didn't dare to look closely.
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, as if mocking her words for being absurd: "You, a lesbian, are going to sleep in the same bed as me, a bad guy, what influence are you worried about"
Ning Yuan gave him a withering glance, then got up and walked towards the table. "We're not really married, you sleep inside, I'll sleep outside. Go to sleep first, I'll go wash my hair!"
This person's words are really unpleasant, no wonder they get reprimanded!
Rong Zhaonan idly brushed his hair, watching her flee in disarray, his eyes deep and unreadable.
By the time Ning Yuan had thoroughly wiped her hair dry outside, she returned to the room and saw Rong Zhaonan sleeping soundly with his back to her, quietly covered by a thin blanket.
He wore an old white sleeveless tank top, revealing his long and muscular arms and back.
Ning Yuan finally relaxed, picking up a book and muttering, "What nonsense. I don't even have the habit of sleeping in the nude."
She rubbed her wrists, rinsed her mouth briefly, and then went to bed.
The bed had been widened a lot, Ning Yuan snuggled against the edge of the bed and fell asleep with her back to Rong Zhao Nan.
She pulled her blanket tighter, but still felt the warm pressure of a stranger's body beside her. She instinctively shrank back.
This is also why she asked to sleep on the outside—so she could get out of bed at any time.
Although she truly believed in Rong Zhaonan's integrity and his careful and composed nature, he would never do anything to harm her.
But, I'm still quite uncomfortable with it.
In my past life, I would never have dared to do something so bold.
Ning Yuan's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
I ran around all day, things kept popping up one after another. My nerves were on edge all day, and fatigue surged over me like a tidal wave.
She slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming slow and shallow.
The figure behind turned, a long and slender form. The man opened his eyes, clear and alert, with not a trace of sleepiness.
He gazed at the graceful curves rising and falling beneath the blanket beside him, his eyes involuntarily narrowing.
It seems this little spy is very patient. He's planning to play the long game, gradually luring him in and extracting information.
Róng Zhāonán lay flat on his back, hands supporting his head, gazing at the faint stars peeking through the unfinished roof.
The tip of his nose was filled with the scent of a girl's hair and the fresh fragrance created by her clean body odor and soap.
He closed his eyes expressionlessly.
The little spy always makes things so enticing. What does he do Sugar-coated bullets don't work on him.gree, and they sneered and ridiculed him, harshly criticizing him for lacking a simple and austere lifestyle.After that, he never filed any reports to the supply and marketing cooperative again, prefe...