Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Chapter 10

Song Pingan didn't know what his plan was, and the family had no other business to do except those few acres of land, so he just thought he was talking nonsense and went forward.

"How about five taels of silver to buy the fruit from the plum tree in your house?"

Song Ping’an’s family has only a crooked-necked plum tree. The worms eat it, and the birds eat it. There are not many good fruits left. They can’t afford it for the neighbors to eat. It’s obviously a joke to sell it for five taels of silver. he.

At this moment, Xue Ming became serious, and quickly caught up with him, using the rationality of a businessman to analyze to him, "Don't worry, five taels of silver is not a small amount, I have my own ideas, and I must not do it if I want it Losing business."

Of course, for Xue Ming's business acumen, when he goes out five taels, he is determined to return more than five taels of silver. As for why he buys a tree with five taels of silver, more than half of the reason is because he is afraid that he will be burdened.

"If you want a few fruits, you can pick them directly. I will ask you for five taels of silver for nothing?" One tael of silver is more than enough to buy sour plums, let alone five taels. Song Pingan knew his thoughts at a glance, and he definitely wanted to use the five taels of silver. Please yourself.

But how could he be that kind of person?Song Ping'an walked faster and faster with the wind under his feet, "I will give you an IOU when you go back. When your face recovers, you can go as far as you can."

Xue Ming pursed his lips and didn't reply, thinking: "At that time, are you still willing to let me go?"

It was rare for him to be quiet for a while, but only for a while.

A pink wild chrysanthemum swayed in front of his eyes, the small one on the side of the road, with a faint fragrance, Xue Ming picked it off.

Song Pingan pushed his hands away, put the things on his shoulders one by one on the ground, rubbed his hands twice, squatted on the ground and pulled out a few handfuls of peanuts, pointing to the shaded place in the field: "Go over there and eat by yourself , don’t bother me.”

There weren't many peanuts on the root, so he didn't pick them up. He just dialed them with his hands: "Are you lying to your mother? There aren't many peanuts in your field."

His tone was light and light, and his eyes fixed on Song Ping'an's face to see through his lies.

"Why do you care so much?" Those words were just used by Song Ping'an to comfort Song's mother, in case she was worried about not going to see a doctor, but he did not expect to be remembered so clearly.

As if he guessed this early in the morning, Xue Ming stared at him for a while, tapped the hoe lightly, and waited for his next sentence.

Song Ping'an felt terrified when he saw him, and shyly avoided his gaze. With a hoe down, he picked up the peanut and threw it aside. He used more and more force in his hands to vent out all his anger.

"Hey!" Xue Ming grabbed his arm and shouted, "I'll keep it a secret for you, but I have a..."

His arms were slightly cold, Song Pingan turned his head to look at him, and Mou Zujin shouted: "Get out! I will never kiss you!"

This roar startled a row of birds that had landed on the branches. Seeing his sullen face, Xue Ming felt itchy again in his heart, more precisely, he wanted to beat him.

He approached and deliberately lowered his voice to create a mysterious atmosphere, "Do you want to know what I did to Xue Youcai?"

"I don't want to!" Song Pingan couldn't stand such a close distance, and pushed him out with a palm, and warned him with a hoe, "Stay away from me, otherwise the hoe won't have eyes."

"But I want to tell you!"

Hearing this rascal's words, Song Pingan couldn't calm down for a long time, just wanted to smash him to death with a hoe, but saw that he couldn't feel his anger holding the hoe stick, with a look of "I want to say, I want to say", so he had to compromise.

"Speak! Speak! Speak! You fucking speak!"

Song Ping'an is rough on the outside and soft on the inside, just like a hard candy with a filling. Not only does it have a milky taste that lingers on the lips and teeth, but it tastes even better after chewing.

Xue Ming just likes his temperament, and is not afraid to stare at his penis, "I froze the guy he inherited from the family."

What he said was calm, as if he had just trampled an ant to death instead of breaking the roots of other people's descendants.

After all, Song Ping'an was a person who hadn't experienced any major events. There was a chill in his crotch, the temperature was almost the same as the top of his fingers, and the coolness surrounded it.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, the feeling became more and more clear, Xue Ming put on an appearance in front of him that he had nothing to do with him.

"You!" The word popped out of his mouth after a while, Xue Ming raised his eyebrows, and said, "If you kiss me, I won't bother you, how about it?"

Song Ping'an was stubborn and ruthless in his bones. He clutched his stomach with a pained look on his face.

It was Xue Ming who couldn't bear it first, withdrew his supernatural ability, and twitched his fingertips lightly, still unsatisfied.

Song Ping'an didn't stand up until the strange feeling disappeared, his hands were tightly grasping the hoe, his brows were twitching, his face was sullen, but he didn't move for a long time.

Xu Qi was used to the days of fighting and getting injured all day in the apocalypse, and now all the parts of his body began to scream, waiting for Song Ping'an's fist to come down quickly.

However, Song Pingan only ground his teeth for a while, stood up and took a hoe to dig peanuts.

Xue Ming, who didn't get what he wanted, was not discouraged, and continued to tease him, "Are you comfortable just now? Are you afraid that yours will be frozen?"

Seeing his brow twitching even more violently, Xue Ming tried his best to take it down in one fell swoop, "Don't worry, if it freezes up, I'll hold it for you!"

"Get out!" Song Pingan couldn't hold back in the end, and yelled into his ear, "Get the fuck out of me!"

Satisfied, Xue Ming raised his head to breathe the air, all the cells in his body were released, and he didn't care about the ringing in his ears from Song Ping'an's roar.

Originally thought that he could calm down for a while, but who knew it was just a delusion. Although Xue Ming was quiet, those two pairs of eyes were like the sun, burning towards his face.

Pulling off the cloth towel and wiping the sweat off his face, Song Pingan reluctantly took out two mouthfuls of water from the basket, raised his sleeve to wipe off the water from his mouth, and pointed to the shady place at the corner of the field, "Go there, I want Have a word with you."

Xue Ming nodded and put down the hoe in his hand, picked up the bowl he had just drank in front of him and drank it to his mouth, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve happily after drinking.

Let Song Ping'an just want to tear off his face, so he simply looks away, out of sight and out of mind.

"What do you want to tell me?" Xue Ming stared at his slashed side face, resting his chin with his hand, his fingertips were slightly itchy, and wanted to touch his face, but he controlled it for a while. He tapped his knees without a hitch.

"I have someone I like, so don't try to get me in the future!" Song Ping'an was in his 20s, and it was the first time he said this to someone else.His face flushed rapidly, and although his eyes were staring at a pile of weeds, the dream appeared in his mind and gradually became clear.

Even the person who forced him to do this and that in his dream appeared in front of him, raising his brows and chuckling as usual, his facial features full of evil spirits.

"Hey!"

"Ah?" Fantasy and reality overlapped, Xia De Song Pingan was shocked, he came back to his senses hastily, and saw Xue Ming standing in front of him, tilting his head as if he was a little angry.

More than a little angry, Xue Ming was so angry when he saw his smirking face still flushed like a cloud of fire, he almost pushed him on the ridge of the field to do whatever he wanted and directly made him his own, so that he could only think about it in the future Own.

Fortunately, his rationality has reached the peak. He tried his best to hint to himself that he should take it slowly and not force it, otherwise he would be no different from a criminal.

Song Ping'an became a little embarrassed under his gaze, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and said, "Since it makes sense, you... just give up on this idea!"

"It's not impossible for you to give up on me, you have to tell me who he is." Xue Ming tried to relax his tone, "Don't worry, I won't trouble him, but I have to know who my opponent is."

opponent?Song Pingan shook his head in his heart.

Seeing his hesitation, Xue Ming suddenly bent down to face his flickering eyes, and Song Pingan was so frightened that he fell back, staggering and lying in the peanut field.

Xue Ming leaned forward slightly, looked at his nervous look and said maliciously: "Believe it or not, I'm fucking you right now!"

"How dare you!" Song Ping'an grabbed a lump of soil and threw it on his shoulder, got up in a panic, and jumped on the ridge of the field defensively, ready for a fight at any time, but there was a fluttering panic in his eyes.

"Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today?" Xue Ming stood up straight, touched his chin and took two steps, but his eyes swept him several times back and forth, looking at the faint black under his eye sockets, and said casually, " You must have missed me all night, so..."

"Fart!" Song Pingan interrupted the second half of his sentence with a guilty conscience, his mind froze for a moment, and then he stumbled to explain, "How could I dream of you? I am annoyed when I see you, how is it possible!"

After finishing speaking, he murmured a few words: "I will dream of you, dream!"

Xue Ming smiled and said nothing, but he already had an answer in his heart.

Song Pingan looked into his smiling eyes, as if he had seen through himself, and a fire ignited in his heart again, which made him anxious and irritable, and more depressed.

"You, what are you watching me do!" He turned his face away, his nails dug into his flesh, his fist was tight and hard, but he just couldn't get out.

"What did you dream about me? Kiss you? Hug you? Touch you? Sleep with you?" Xue Ming looked like a hooligan, his provocative face was about to smoke. If he had said this yesterday, Song Ping'an would have said nothing He directly greeted him with a fist, but now he can only stare aggrievedly.

Song Pingan gritted his teeth and refused to admit it: "You are talking, I beat you to death!"

"Then it seems to be all there!" Xue Ming nodded knowingly, but he was also quite surprised. Something big happened.

Song Pingan, who was told that he wanted to dig a hole right away, said that he saw him doing that kind of thing in the house last night, and Song Pingan couldn't help it all night. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He finally fell into a light sleep. dream.

It never occurred to him that his first erotic dream was with this scoundrel, and he was actually quite comfortable afterwards.

Xue Ming quickly forgot the unpleasantness just now, and said nonsense, "You still like me a little more, otherwise how would you dream that I kiss you, hug you, touch you and still sleep with you?

After asking, he nodded knowingly, "It seems that I didn't satisfy you."

As he said that, he bent down to the side face that he had been coveting for a long time.