C8 (1/2)

The sun set in the west.

The sunset was so beautiful that it was like a raging inferno burning in the sky to the west.

The land under the setting sun was smeared with half a layer of gold. Due to the setting sun, the world was covered in a layer of gold …

At this moment, the birds had returned to their nests. The small forest was chirping merrily. The gentle breeze of the serene dusk field caressed the land, and the bracts were like ocean waves. It was a pleasant sight to behold.

After a day's work, the peasants each carried a hoe and walked home with their shoes on.

Many of those who passed by Qian Honghsing's house could not help but feel extremely envious.

Quite a few people muttered, ”This Old Qian family is rich, isn't Chen Xiaosi this brat too fierce? ”There's not much left …”

”Sigh, our village's most skilled laborer would at most dig two acres of land a day. This half a year old kid, he's really capable. What is he really up to? He's still a university student …”

At this time, a person with a weird aura said, ”What kind of university students are you talking about? Are they going home to farm?” ”He must have been fired for playing a hooligan in school. Besides, this kid has so much strength. If he isn't a student at all, he's just a man with a long life's worth of land planting!

Many people turned their heads, and saw that the one who said this was none other than the village's bachelor, Wang Laogua.

Many people laughed.

”Wang Laogua, you must be jealous right? Oh yes, your home is at the bottom of the hill, why aren't you running home? Do you still want to peek at Qian Honghsing? ”

Wang Laogua glared and scolded: ”Scram, that's you …”

Everyone in the village knew that, besides Qian Honghsing, who was beautiful and able to work, there was no one else who was willing to plant their own land for their own use. But had been farming for three years, so besides liking him, it was more like admiring him.

One by one, they all went down the hill to their homes.

Wang Laogua's leg was lame. He walked slowly, but he also walked slowly on purpose.

Seeing Qian Honghsing sitting alone on the ground, he intentionally shouted and sang loudly, ”Pig slaughtering basin, door of the temple, young lady … ”That burning cloud …”

Qian Honghsing lowered her head in embarrassment.