Migrant workers chase their wives (MTL)

Chapter 115

Cheng Xiangyuan went back to the tent, and after a while, Qianhui and Chen Tian woke up almost at the same time.

Then, both of them stood up at the same time.

Cheng Xiangyuan said: "Are you awake? Go brush your teeth and wash your face, you can only get down."

Qianhui and Chen Tian both nodded, took their toothbrush and tea jar and went out...

The people in the tent After getting up one after another, these young masters looked a little confused and didn't seem to wake up.

However, because of self-control, the movement of walking outside is still very neat.

Staying here, of course, is for the future.

For the sake of the future, it is also necessary to endure what others cannot bear.

The women all got up and went to bed. Cheng Xiangyuan tidied up his bed, folded the blankets, and made Qianhui and Chen Tian's along the way.

Cheng Xiangyuan did things very fast, so when Chen Tian and Qianhui came back together, Cheng Xiangyuan had already cleaned them up.

"We'll just do it ourselves." Chen Tian frowned and said.

Qian Hui also said, "Yes."

Cheng Xiangyuan smiled lightly. "It's easy, it's not a lot of work."

Qianhui and Chen Tian are not too hypocritical. Cheng Xiangyuan said so, and they didn't say anything.

There is always a place for such kindness to come back.

Wang Qingxiang's voice sounded outside.

"I packed all my things. The supplies have to be transported down the mountain, there is no place to put them here."

When Wang Qingxiang's words fell, those people moved.

On the other hand, Cheng Xiangyuan and the others, because they had already packed up, they had nothing to do.

After a period of chaos, all the supplies were sent down, and the top of the mountain...was empty again.

And this place has been cleaned up, so it looks even more empty.

At this time. Another three-wheeler came up.

Cheng Xiangyuan looked over, and the others also looked over.

Wang Qingxiang and Oger walked to the three -wheeler and took out bags of things from there.

Everyone... suddenly had a bad premonition.

Wang Qingxiang and Ogre took everything down, and said, "There are seeds here, and your next task is to plant the fields. When the seeds germinate and won't die, you will be considered as completing the task. "

People: "..."

Farming? Except for weeding. Do you even want them to farm?

This is really...

a group of eldest young masters, you look at me, I look at you, and deeply feel... this year's fleeting year is not good.

Doesn't Emgrand select talents?

This is the selection of talents every five years!

Are the talents selected for farming?

Everyone wiped their faces tiredly, feeling deeply... they couldn't afford to hurt.