Lu Feihua blinked and asked Yang Jiang softly: "Didn't you say that your family is very poor, so you don't want to delay me? You think I'm not good enough for you? Your family's conditions are better than mine, and you look better than me.

Are you using this excuse to try and fiddle with me?"

Yang Jiang was still confused. He came to his senses after hearing this: "They are trying to trick me. Don't believe it. My sister followed my brother-in-law to the city just a few months ago. My brother-in-law is a primary school teacher. My sister doesn't have a job yet. When I arrive,

Where can you make so much money?”

Lu Feihua also became dubious. Thinking about it, it was probably a joke by the villagers.

The two of them walked home, afraid that she wouldn't believe it. Yang Jiang didn't forget to turn around and explain: "My family is really poor. Look, that's my family."

"Tch, I've never seen poverty make you so happy."

"It's not because of me. I'm afraid you will misunderstand me as dishonest!"

Entering the yard, the honest Yang Jiang was stunned again: more than a dozen large vats were lined up side by side, and rows of sweet potato vermicelli were drying out.

My cousin was stirring the pot, and the son of Uncle Gao from the village was also helping. My father was tying the dried sweet potato powder with a rope and putting it into a sack. When he looked up, he saw his son standing in a daze.

"Old lady, Yang Jiang is back. This kid is finally back." Yang's father shouted at the top of his lungs when he was happy. Yang's mother was helping Huang Cuihua to light the fire in the kitchen. She had to cook for so many people. She couldn't do it alone.

I'll help if I can. Anyway, they eat together as a family. Of course, the food and vegetables are provided by their own family.

When she heard that her son was back, Yang's mother immediately ran out, and Huang Cuihua also came out carrying her little daughter.

"Yang Jiang, you're finally back, why don't you leave now, ah!" Yang's mother took her son and looked up and down, left and right, he was not black, not thin, nor injured, but stronger, and then he fell into a loving mother's heart.

Heart.

Only then did everyone see Lu Feihua behind him. For some reason, Yang Jiang introduced everyone that Lu Feihua was the technician he hired to help plant fruit trees. Lu Feihua's family has been growing fruit trees for decades, and she herself studied agriculture.

This time Lu Feihua did not dare to say that she was Yang Jiang's lover, but her eyes were obviously a little dim, and she was not as showy as she was in front of Zhou Fen's mother.

Yang's mother hurriedly took her to resettle her. Yang Jiang's house was given to Lu Feihua, and Yang Jiang went to sleep in his parents' house.

Lu Feihua put the package away, and Yang's mother asked her to clean it up first and rest, while she had to go to the kitchen to cook.

As soon as Yang's mother left, Yang Jiang came in sneakily. Lu Feihua glanced at him and continued to put the books on the table neatly, ignoring Yang Jiang.

"You must tell me if there's anything you're not used to."

A few months ago, Yang Jiang came to the Lu family and said that he wanted to learn a craft and buy fruit saplings by the way. Lujia Village was famous for growing fruit trees and selling fruit saplings, so people often came to learn, and as long as they ordered fruit saplings, they would teach them.

Yang Jiang, like Yang Liu, is good-looking. Although he looks honest, people at this time like honest people. Lu Feihua fell in love with him at first sight. Lu Feihua has good skills and high spirit, so he rejected many pursuits.

However, he fell in love at first sight with Yang Jiang, who was not good at speaking.

But Yang Jiang retreated again and again. When forced, he said that his family was poor and not worthy of Lu Feihua.

But Lu Feihua relied on his skills and felt that being poor was not a problem at all.

But when she arrived at the Yang family, she found that this was not the case at all. Yang Jiang was not poor, and might even be richer than the Lu family.

As a result, Lu Feihua felt low self-esteem for the first time and felt very sad.

Yang Jiang leaned against the table and secretly looked at Lu Feihua's face, and suddenly saw Lu Feihua, who had always been strong, actually shedding tears.

"Why are you crying?" Yang Jiang's voice was a little loud. He suddenly remembered that there were people in the yard, so he lowered his voice and said, "What did I do to you? Don't cry. My dad will beat me later."

"

"Phew!" Lu Feihua couldn't help laughing: "You are such a big man, are you still afraid of being beaten?"

"Huh, you're laughing. Why do you girls cry and laugh at other times?" Although Yang Jiang didn't understand, he also laughed.

Lu Feihua glanced sideways at him, turned around and looked into Yang Jiang's eyes: "Yang Jiang, I ask you one last time, if you refuse me, I will still help you plant the tree, but I will not pester you in the future.

.I have an ordinary appearance and a not gentle personality. I have no advantages except being able to plant trees. Are you willing to be in a relationship with me?"

Yang Jiang blinked, feeling that if he refused again this time, he would be punished. He did not rush to answer, but said: "Can I give you an answer after dinner? I think this matter should be discussed with my family. After all, getting married is not a trivial matter.

!”

When Yang Jiang talked about getting married, his eyes became wandering and his voice became softer, but his ears turned red.

Lu Feihua thought that he was still unwilling. In the past, he refused because his family was poor and far away, but now he wanted to ask his family's opinion, fearing that he might reject her on this basis.

"Okay, you don't have to feel any pressure. It's my business that I like you. It doesn't affect my work. Don't worry, I will plant the tree for you."

Yang Jiang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it, he turned around and went out to discuss it with his mother.

Yang's mother was lighting a fire in the kitchen, but her son Feng Fenghuohuo pulled her out. The two of them entered her mother's room, and Yang Jiang closed the door.

"What are you doing sneakily?" Mother Yang was forced to sit on a stool by her son, and then she broke the stool and sat in front of her.

"Mom, our potato flour business is pretty good, right? The house in front belongs to my sister and I. Our family is not short of money now?"

Yang's mother hit her son on the shoulder: "There is no shortage. Your sister gave me a lot of money, which is enough. Now your sister helped find this vermicelli business. The family is doing well. Even the money for your fruit saplings is prepared by your sister.

Okay, let your dad take over the weir pond and the nearby hills, and wait for you to come back to build some kind of farm. Your sister said that she and your brother-in-law went outside, and also went to some port city, tsk

Tsk tsk, I have seen a lot of things and made money. Anyway, your dad listens to your sister now, so you are right to listen to her!"

Yang Jiang always obeyed his sister and brother-in-law, so he had no problem with it. He asked: "Mom, Lu Feihua, who came back with me, told me that she likes me. I want to ask mom's opinion."

"I can see it. If I didn't like you, how could this big girl follow you all the way? I think she is very neat and generous in her words and deeds. She is a very good girl. Don't let me down, especially coming so far away.

, we can’t let her suffer.”

Yang Jiang's eyes suddenly turned a little red: "Mom, you are so kind. When my brother-in-law came to the house, you told me and my sister the same thing. I didn't expect that my mother would be so kind to me."

"Silly boy, I am your mother. If I am good to her, she will be good to you. If I am good to your brother-in-law, he will be good to your sister. Do you understand? It's just a comparison!"

"Yes, I understand!" Yang Jiang told the story about meeting Zhou Fen's mother today.
Chapter completed!