ack, and she fell backward with a cry: "Ah——!!!"Rong Zhaonan watched the girl, whose nerves were frayed and she fainted, so he caught her body.With such little skill, you still want to track himHe's n..."Rong Zhaonan picked at a fishbone while calmly saying, 'After the Autumn Harvest Celebration ended last night, Hongxiu sent over some wine and steamed buns. She said it was to share in the collective honor and that she watched me eat.'"

Ning Yuan was taken aback.

Those red armbands were responsible for checking the ideological transformation and learning situation of these transferred personnel.

So, Rong Zhaonan didn't refuse...

"If they sent something with rat poison, would you eat it too" Ning Yuan's mood was complicated.

Rong Zhaonan's lips curled into a cold arc: "They wouldn't dare."

His dark eyes behind the lens made Ningyuan involuntarily tremble: "…"

Dare you There are still people who dare to send wine and buns laced with aphrodisiacs for livestock...

She opened her eyes but didn't ask any more questions. She continued to eat her grilled shrimp, fish, and red rice porridge.

She instinctively felt that Rong Zhaonan would definitely not let anyone who dared to scheme against him get away with it.

Alright, eat your fish and keep quiet so you don't get a fish bone stuck in your throat!

Some things she shouldn't know about.

......

After dinner, her stomach was about eight to nine points full. Ning Yuan put down the lunch box contentedly.

Now there is a food shortage. Back at the educated youth point, Tang Zhenzhen always ate more than her share, and the other female educated youths could only eat until they were seven points full if they were lucky.

Róng Zhāonán watched her turn to leave, raising an eyebrow: "Wait a minute, you're not going to wash the dishes and cookware here"

Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and smiled, "I'll cook, you wash the dishes and pots. That's just how the division of labor is different in revolution. Rong Zhaonan agrees, this is yours to handle."

As she spoke, she waved her hand and turned directly back to the small cottage by the barn.

She did want to buy Elder Rong's favor, but not to be his personal caregiver. You don't see successful people grateful for their domestic help, do you

In her past life, she almost became her husband's second mother. She catered to him in every way imaginable, but what was the outcome

Which man wants to sleep with his own mother or a waitress

The bride grew old, and the man naturally became cold towards his wife. He couldn't just go out to prostitute himself and sleep with someone else, could he

This lifetime, she has to change her way of living, starting with Rong Dalu, the once-powerful figure who is now down on his luck.

They are not a real couple, but they are currently working together to build their "little home" in the cattle shed. Everyone needs to contribute!

Rong Zhaonan looked at her, a cunning smile in his eyes. He patted his butt and walked away, letting out a sneer.

Well, this little spy isn't doing a very good job. She should be showing some concern and making an effort to get closer to him to gather information.

Although he thought so, Rong Zhaonan stood up and went to clear the dishes.

Ning Yuan then went to look for usable scraps in the yard.

Rong Zhaonan washed the dishes and then came over to help. The two of them worked together, dismantling and sorting through the broken furniture—tables, chairs, and door panels that they had dragged in.

Several usable items were assembled.

Ning Yuan was sweating profusely, but she looked satisfied at the few pieces of "new" furniture in the house.

"Well, at least we have two tables in our house now. We can separate eating, studying and putting things."

Not only is there a desk for putting things out, but also two modified cabinets that can hold a lot of stuff. The bed has also been widened and lengthened and reinforced.

Róng Zhāonán looked at her own wide "new bed" with an unfathomable gaze, and said to her: “You insist on sleeping with me...”

Ning Yuan immediately blushed, raising her voice: “Don’t talk nonsense! Who wants to sleep with you That’s just because there was no other way!”

She originally wanted to make another bed, but she found that the door panels weren't enough to use as bed slats. She could only widen and enlarge the existing bed.

She lived a whole lifetime longer than him, could she possibly be interested in someone so young

"I don't care about sleeping in your bed anyway. In a few days, I'll figure out a way to get some planks and make a new bed!" Ning Yuan muttered angrily.

His bed, which was made of a rickety frame that would fall apart with the slightest movement,

Does he know any sleeping beauty magic or something He slept for so long, making her waste a lot of reinforced bed materials.

Rong Zhaonan coldly watched her tidy the room. In a short while, she had made the room much tidier and more comfortable.

She was so tired she could barely stand, carrying a bucket to go take a bath.

Southeastern rural areas are not too cold in late autumn and have ample water resources.

After dinner, Ning Yuan boiled water and took a bath in the outhouse toilet. She also washed her hair.

The cowshed has no toilet, Rong Zhaonan built a simple toilet for himself.

Only he used it, keeping it cleaner than a shared toilet for the educated youth. It was like a simple washroom.

She let her hair down and sat by the window humming a song, while brushing her hair. The candlelight in the hall was warm and cozy, bathing everything around it in a soft glow.

"Creak!" the door to the room swung open.

A tall figure came in carrying a bucket, bare-chested with a towel draped over his shoulder.

The candlelight seemed to coat his chiseled, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, pale body with a layer of flowing gold.

The man washed his hair, and Ning Yuan watched the water beads slide down from his hairline, then along his collarbone, chest, towards his narrow waist and abs. She couldn't help but stare blankly.

Rong Zhaonan noticed her gaze, but this time, he didn't frown like he had last night.

He merely glanced at her lightly, casually brushing the damp fringe that covered his brow behind his ear, just like yesterday. His face, with its sharp and delicate features, was now fully exposed.

Seeing the full face again, along with that figure that looked thin in clothes but had curves when undressed, was a huge visual shock for Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan suddenly flushed, a bit flustered: "You... how... why aren't you wearing clothes..."

This person's clothes were clearly loose when they wore them, and they looked malnourished.

How does taking off clothes make it seem like you've been eating and drinking well, with your physique suddenly full of explosive energy

"Who bathes and then gets dressed" the man scoffed. "You"

Seeing him walk towards the bed with his sexy bare upper body, Ning Yuan felt a little nervous for a moment.

She furrowed her pretty brows: “I’m saying how come you didn’t put your clothes on after washing”

Rong Zhaonan casually sat down beside her: "I'm used to sleeping without clothes on at night in the summer."

His hair and temples were also damp, and a beguiling mist seemed to surround him.

Ning Yuan was forced to shrink to the side by his all-white attire: "You're too inconsiderate! There are lesbians in the house now!"

He did all kinds of hard work: exposed to the sun and wind, working the fields, cleaning the stables, shoveling manure, and composting.

This person is so white, not even a little bit tanned.

But he seemed to have many old scars on his body...... Ning Yuan blushed and didn't dare to look closely.

Rongshenan raised an eyebrow, seeming to mock her words as absurd: "You, a lesbian, are going to sleep in the same bed with me, this bad guy, and you're still worried about the consequences"

Ning Yuan gave him a withering look and simply got up, walking towards the table. "We're not really married anyway, you sleep inside, I'll sleep outside. You go to sleep first, I'll wash my hair!"

This person's speech is truly unpleasant, no wonder they get reprimanded!

Rong Zhaonan idly brushed his hair, watching her fleeing figure with a deep gaze, lost in thought.

By the time Ning Yuan thoroughly dried her hair outside and returned to the room, Rong Zhaonan was already asleep, his back to her, quietly covered by a thin blanket.

He wore an old, white sleeveless vest on his upper body, revealing his long and muscular arms and back.

Ning Yuan finally relaxed, putting away the books and muttering, "What's wrong with me I don't even have a habit of sleeping in the nude."

She rubbed her wrists, rinsed her mouth briefly, and then climbed into bed to sleep.

The bed was widened a lot, Ning Yuan lay beside the edge of the bed, and slept with her back to Rong Zhaonan.

She pulled her blanket tighter, but still felt the warmth of a stranger's presence pressing against her. She couldn't help but shrink back in.

This is also why she asked to sleep on the outside - so she could get out of bed at any time.

Although she truly believed Rong Zhaonan's character and his cautious and composed personality would never betray her.

But, I'm still quite uncomfortable.

The me from my past life would never have dared to do something this bold.

Ning Yuan's mind was racing with countless thoughts.

After running around all day, with all sorts of things popping up one after another, my nerves have been on edge. Fatigue is washing over me like a tide.

She gradually drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming slow and shallow.

The tall figure behind turned, the man opened his eyes, clear and bright, not a hint of sleepiness.

He gazed at the graceful curves rising and falling beneath the blanket beside him, his eyes involuntarily narrowing.

It seems like this little spy is still very patient. He's planning to take a long game, slowly luring him in and extracting information.

Rong Zhaonan lay flat with both hands behind his head, looking at the faint stars peeking through the unfixed roof.

The tip of his nose was filled with the scent of the girl's hair and her unique clean aroma, a blend of freshness from soap.

He closed his eyes without any expression.

The little agent always makes things so fragrant. What's he doing Sugar-coated bullets don't work on him.ent, Ning Yuan couldn't believe it. This was the simple and honest 1970s and 1980s; if someone shouted "catch a thief," everyone would come to help....because, as soon as she puts on the name of her h...