Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 284: Educated Youth vs. Village Grass 15

"It's okay, uncle. I just don't have a good blood supply. As long as I'm not too tired, I generally won't get sick." Qin Zhan said this, but he felt a little guilty in his heart.

He secretly thought that he shouldn't lie to honest people, but when he thought about how tired he was every day, he felt that this was the only option he could use in order to do less work.

"Just be sensible. It's getting late, you should go back. I'll assign you some easier work when you go to work tomorrow, and you and Xiao Song can do it together." Liu Guomin waved his hand, indicating that Qin Zhan could go back first.

After Qin Zhan left, Wang Guihua talked about the things Qin Zhan brought, and said with a smile on her face: "Oh, this brat, no wonder dad keeps praising him, he is quite sensible and knows his way around."

"He's got so many things, so many that it's almost dizzying. Just now, when we were in the courtyard, he specifically told me that Xiao Song is his fiancée.

Is this true? " Wang Guihua's face was full of surprise and confusion. She really couldn't understand why a city dweller would marry a country girl, and a man at that. This seemed unbelievable to her.

"I guess Xiao Qin's family is the kind that particularly keeps their promises. Just look at the things he sent. Just from those things, you can tell that our family is well off." Liu Guomin frowned and said while thinking.

He really couldn't guess what the people in the city were thinking, but for him, as long as these things didn't cause him trouble, he didn't want to care about anything else.

After Qin Zhan returned to the Youth League Home, he felt exhausted.

He washed up quickly and lay down on the bed to sleep.

But how can it be so easy to sleep like this?

There are more than ten people sleeping in this room, it's like a "symphony" performance.

Someone was snoring loudly, like thunder, one snore after another;

When someone grinds their teeth, the sound is like sawing wood, "crunching", which makes people feel creepy.

There were also people who farted, and the smell spread instantly, almost enough to make people pass out.

The worst thing was that the smell of sweat and stinky feet mixed together. The smell was simply terrible, like a poison gas bomb exploding in the room, making Qin Zhan want to vomit.

Qin Zhan was lying on the bed, feeling extremely regretful. What he regretted most now was why he didn't learn some psychic abilities in the first place.

If he had this ability, he could hypnotize all of these people, and then he could sneak to his wife's place to sleep at night and come back secretly in the morning. How great would that be!

Alas, what a mistake!

In this torturous environment, Qin Zhan finally made it to morning.

He jumped up from the bed and hurried to Song Zibai's house.

Today, he was determined to do whatever it took to get his wife to agree to let him move in with them.

"Zibai, are you awake?" Qin Zhan came to the door of Song Zibai's house and knocked gently. The sound was particularly crisp in the silence of the early morning.

"Coming." Song Zibai answered from inside the house. He looked at the time and saw it was only four o'clock. In the summer, people usually started work at half past four.

He walked over to open the door while yawning, "Come in, I just boiled some water, I'll go make two bowls of milk powder."

As he spoke, Song Zibai picked up the thermos and prepared to fill it with water.

"I'll do it. You take out the biscuits first." Qin Zhan took the kettle naturally, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

He moved very quickly and finished filling the bottle with water in no time. Then he walked straight to the main room.

"Look, this thermos was put inside a quilt during the mailing, but it's not broken at all. The quality is really good, so sturdy!" Song Zibai discovered last night when he was putting things away that the thermos was still usable. He originally thought that such a fragile thing would definitely break during transportation.

"Maybe it's because it was wrapped so thickly that it didn't go bad. Let's not worry about that for now. Let's eat quickly. We'll have to go to work soon." Qin Zhan touched his nose a little embarrassedly.

He thought to himself, humph, it's not the post office and the quilt that are so powerful. He took this thermos out of the space. It would be strange if something like this could break.

The two had just finished their meal, and the feeling of fullness had not yet completely dissipated when the work bell suddenly rang, echoing in the quiet little village, as if urging people to start their day's work.

The bell rang one after another, and when it rang for the third time, everyone knew that they had to gather at the brigade square quickly.

Qin Zhan and Song Zibai walked side by side towards the brigade square.

Along the way, the sunlight shone on them, outlining their young and upright figures.

After the two arrived at the square, they stood there quietly, waiting to be assigned tasks and distributed tools.

When the surrounding villagers saw the two of them coming together, a hint of curiosity flashed in their eyes and they began to speculate.