Daily Life of Pig Farming in 1970

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The two grown men chatted arm in arm on the side of the road all night, attracting the attention of passers-by.

　　But Lao Zheng remained unmoved, and even made a closed-loop summary of his speech that night, which can be said to be very rigorous.

　　"Old Song, I will teach you the rest later, but the most important thing is these three points! You must remember them well, and I guarantee you will get the beauty."

　　"First, break the ice with admiration. Tomorrow you can tell Yaoyun about your military experience and heroic deeds. Women all like heroes and are bound to be fascinated by them."

　　Old Zheng's words were full of mysterious confidence. Suddenly, he put his hand on his forehead and leaned close to Song Zhen's ear and said, "Remember to beautify it appropriately."

　　Song Zhen: “…” Your beautification is probably fake.

　　"Second, write love poems to win her heart. Isn't Yaoyun a college student? He must like it too." Old Zheng suddenly looked at Song Zhen with an embarrassed look on his face, and slowly put his hand into his military green jacket...

　　Song Zhen was so disgusted by his behavior that the hair on his neck stood up and he wanted to punch him. Fortunately, before he could do anything, Old Zheng stuffed a notebook into his hand.

　　"This is my most valuable treasure. Just copy a paragraph a day. Don't say I don't help you!"

　　Song Zhen opened the book suspiciously, and saw the following words written on the first page:

　　The first time I saw you: girl.

　　Second glance: the rest of my life.

　　Third Eye: I want to spend my whole life with you.

　　I continued to flip through the pages and found that they were all similar, such as "If you feel tired, come and hide in my arms" and "If loving you is a mistake, I am willing to make the best of it."

　　Song Zhen: “…” His face felt numb. Could it be that he was being cheesy?

　　Lao Zheng continued, "Third, say more nice things. You can compliment girls whenever you have nothing to do, but you have to be specific. Don't just keep saying 'you are beautiful, you are pretty'. That's useless."

　　Old Zheng touched his chin with his rough hands, pointed at a woman with small curly hair not far away, and asked Song Zhen in a low voice, "What do you think this head looks like?"

　　Song Zhen was also very straightforward, and he didn't catch up with Lao Zheng's train of thought for a while, so he said directly: "Like egg instant noodles."

　　Old Zheng patted him excitedly, and said angrily: "If you say that about a woman, you will be scolded to death! Don't you think she is a bit like a pug? You should praise her for being cute and furry like a small animal!"

　　"Girls all like animals. Just associate them with animals and praise her. She will definitely be happy."

　　Song Zhen looked at him in bewilderment, and suddenly spoke with difficulty, "Is this how you share your experiences with others?"

　　If this could work out, it must be a match made in heaven, and they could have survived Old Zheng's "ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties".

　　Lao Zheng said, "Of course, no matter how big or small it is!" Then he said a little embarrassedly, "But they are either not as handsome as you, or they are not smart enough, so they all failed. But Lao Song, I believe you can do it and turn my theoretical experience into successful deeds."