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"Uncle Cao, you are my elder. Just tell me any instructions."

Seeing Cao Dana hesitate, Zuo Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile.

He always remembered the bad things about Xiao Sicong and Wang Xianmei.

What Cao Dana wants to say is not just about Xianyun Mountain, right?

Cao Dana was very satisfied with Zuo Yang's attitude.

He took a sip of cigarette and paused slightly.

"Yangwa, you may have guessed that I was talking about the mountain."

"What's going on in the mountains?

What's wrong with the mountain?"

Although he knew it well, Zuo Yang still pretended to be stupid.

He wanted to see what Cao Dana wanted to do.

Cao Dana glanced at him and saw that he was surprised and couldn't help but be stunned.

No, can you really guess this baby?

He stomped his feet and started laughing.

"Yangwa, let's go, go to my house for tea, let's chat slowly."

Standing at the door of Cao Hui’s house and chatting is indeed not a good place.

Many people passing by were curiously stretched their necks and looked around.

Speaking here will be regarded as a monkey in the zoo.

After saying hello to Cao Hui, Zuo Yang left with Cao Dana.

He shouted and grinned at Cao Hui, and followed quickly.

He is Zuo Yang's follower, so of course he has to follow Zuo Yang.

Cao Dana was not walking fast, he was steady and had a strong momentum.

Along the way, whenever someone encounters him, he will greet him enthusiastically.

Everyone was surprised to see Zuo Yang and yelling donkey, like the second general of Hum and Ha, following him.

Why did the director bring these two guys?

It’s okay if Zuo Yang is not there, at least he is a college student.

How can such a pickled product as a pig, so how can it be seen by the director?

Are these two people asking the director for something?

He shouted that the donkey didn't care about everyone's contempt.

In Male Gobi, I am now Zuo Yang’s young follower, and I want to have tea with the director!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold his head up.

He quietly dipped his saliva and wiped his hedgehog-like hair.

Taking the turtle steps, he followed step by step, and was in sync with God Cao Dana.

All the way to the Cao family.

The Cao family has green bricks and green tiles, and the houses are surrounded by peonies and flowers bloom and rich.

The foundation of his house is very wide and is very exquisitely built.

It is said that this house has existed since Cao Dana's father Cao Xuejue.

Later, it was renovated in Cao Dana's hands.

At that time, everyone in the ditch came to help, and the scene was hot and even more lively than a temple fair.

He shouted that the donkey was timid, so he didn't dare to enter casually.

I finally got the opportunity today, and I looked around with my eyes and was secretly shocked.

He was so envious.

Damn it, the director's house is so generous that it looks better than Xiao Jianren's house.

If he has the chance in the future, he must build an identical yard and enjoy it.

Hearing the movement, Wang Xianmei lifted the curtain and walked out.

"Da Na, who is here?"

"Ahem, it's Zuo Yang. I'll talk to him about something, you... make some tea."

Cao Dana paused slightly under his feet, his expression became a little unnatural, and he tried his best to pretend that nothing happened.

He seemed a little timid in the Fire King Xianmei, trying his best to make the same style as before.

"Oh... OK."

Seeing Zuo Yang, a hint of unnatural flashed in Wang Xianmei's eyes.

For some reason, every time she faced Zuo Yang's eyes, she felt her whole body thorn.

It feels like I've been seen through, very uncomfortable.

She didn't care about Cao Dana's instructions, so she went back to the house to make tea.

"Hehe, Uncle Cao, smoke, smoke."

The yelled donkey and laughed awkwardly, took out another cigarette, and handed one to Cao Dana.

Zuo Yang took the opportunity to look at the entire room.

I issued a certificate before going to college and came here once, but I was not qualified to enter the house.

At that time, he was in the yard, and he just thought the whole yard was very beautiful and secretly envied for a while.

Now that he finally got into the house, he found that the house was more delicate than outside.

There are many books on the bookshelf.

Some of them are already yellow, and the characters on them are still in ancient style, and they should be in ancient books.

On the Eight Immortals table, there is a central hall.

A hundred schools of thought contend to seek knowledge, and one branch stands out to make a fuss.

There is a painting in the middle, where the tiger roars in the mountains and forests.

The tiger's eyes are sharp, its fangs are shiny, and its lines are smooth.

Even every tiger whisker is very delicate and lifelike.

It seemed as if you could hear a fierce tiger roaring at the sky, shocking the mountains and forests.

Good painting!

Good couplet!

Zuo Yang couldn't help but praise him secretly.

It seems that the Cao family can stand in Xiandonggou for hundreds of years, and it is not without reason.

With this foundation, who can compare with it?

Wang Xianmei brought tea in.

The Cao family uses a small fine porcelain cup with blue prints on it, which is very exquisite.

Unlike other companies, they all use large, coarse porcelain bowls.

"Uncle Cao, they are all good things!"

Zuo Yang couldn't help but praise him.

He shouted that the donkey didn't understand these things, so he picked up the teacup and drank it.

I just feel that my mouth is fragrant and it tastes so delicious.

Hearing Zuo Yang's praise, Wang Xianmei couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth.

What is our Cao family’s identity? Can those mud legs compare?

After sitting down, Cao Dana smiled and got to the point again.

"Yangwa, that's what the village thinks..."

He told Zuoyang that the country is vigorously carrying out construction of returning farmland to forests.

Xianyun Mountain also belongs to the category of returning farmland to forests.

Although Xianyun Mountain has been contracted to Zuo Hong, it is not about making way for national policies.
To be continued...