Chapter 2292 - 1912: A Man’s Confidence (2)

Chapter 2292: Chapter 1912: A Man’s Confidence (2)

Now this is fine, the disappointment has shifted, but a greater, hopeless disappointment has swept over everyone.

As long as they think about not drawing the prize while others in the livestream do, they’re jealous enough to grind their teeth to powder!

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao had already prepared the vegetable seeds again, spreading them with a wave, row by row, bed by bed.

He once again forgot about the phone, continuing to work silently ahead. Fortunately, Xiaoyang, his loyal little assistant, was holding the camera, filming here and there, trying to ensure that everyone didn’t feel bored.

After working diligently for quite a while, he planned to see everyone’s feedback. But when he looked carefully:

The bullet chat was still talking about the pig slaughter feast!

Even last year’s Luck King was repeatedly talking about that indescribable taste, which had already been discussed several times in Qiaoqiao’s fan group.

He frowned, not daring to think about how lively it would be then: by that time, would he be on holiday? Could he make it over?

When Qiaoqiao turned back to change the vegetable seeds, he thought for a moment and whispered to Xiaoyang:

"Xiaoyang, rest assured, even if you make very good friends at school, I won’t forget you. You can bring your good friends over!"

"He’s very confident. I haven’t spent my salary; my uncle gave me a commission from selling the cotton picker last time. I’ve saved it up, and I’ve got money, so I can treat you."

Xiaoyang was moved to tears, saying, "Qiaoqiao, rest assured, with you around, I will be the only godfather in the entire dormitory!"

Qiaoqiao didn’t quite understand the modern young people’s godfather and adoptive father joke, and just frowned again:

"Will you look this old as soon as you start college? You’ve even increased in seniority."

Xiaoyang: ...Forget it. He should just ascend the throne in the dormitory and become an emperor, at least an emperor doesn’t increase in seniority.

But most importantly—

"I’m starting school in two weeks. Have you thought about what to give me?"

If there’s something that needs to be steamed, cooked, or dried in advance—

He practically implied: you can start preparing now!

Qiaoqiao thought blankly: "If it’s by courier, you can pack whatever you like. Driving is also fine, just see what fits."

Xiaoyang hadn’t really thought about it yet.

If sending by courier, some things might be delayed on the way, and might not last at school.

But if driving...

All right, he nodded: "I’ll ask my dad to arrange a driver, and this time we’ll drive a big car! I have to escort it."

Humph! He also wants to be like all the second-generation rich kids in novels, driving a luxurious big Mercedes to draw all eyes on campus.

But he must be extremely careful, making sure the driver doesn’t follow his dad’s instructions and pocket anything.

But then again, with Vice President Chen in the village, if his dad wants something nice, isn’t it just a matter of words? It shouldn’t be as embarrassing as before, right?

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During the continuous rainy season, if the ground in the yard wasn’t washed with a brush and a high-pressure water gun every day, the thick moss could easily make someone slip.

Song Sancheng started early in the morning, brushing the ground with a brush.

Seeing this, Wu Lan quickly called out to Qiaoqiao:

"Qiaoqiao, go to your grandpa’s house and take a look. If there’s moss in the yard, scrub it off too."

After all, elderly people—no matter how robust their health—mustn’t fall.

"Got it." Qiaoqiao agreed briskly.

Xiaoyang seemed inseparable from him, noticing the high-pressure water gun placed in the yard, he asked: "Uncle? Do you need this water cart?"

Song Sancheng shook his head: "No need, there’s still water accumulated in the yard. I’ll just sweep it with a broom later, and it’ll be clean."

Yang Zhengxi swiftly removed the nozzle from the faucet and followed Qiaoqiao with it.

Watching the two young men sprinting off, Wu Lan couldn’t help but sigh: "Young people still have energy."

She mumbled again, "Why haven’t Tantan and Xiaolun ever looked so energetic?"

Could it be that they’ve just been in the village for too long, and it’s gotten too dull?

But again, since it’s dull, they can’t really go out now because Lun Jing and she had already planned for a self-drive trip.

Both of them have average driving skills, so they’re not planning on going far.

But if they tour the surrounding cities, it would take at least a week or two!

Once they leave, if Song Sancheng is left at home, Wu Lan would be 100% worried!

Remembering this, she immediately stopped nitpicking about the kids and just grabbed the car keys nimbly, preparing to go out again.

Seeing this, Song Tan couldn’t help but wonder: "Mom, why have you been running to the town so often lately?"

She hadn’t asked before, but seeing the car going out every day, it wouldn’t be just to show off a new car every day, right?