Chapter 1412: Yang Zhengxin's Gift

Huo Xueying's shocking statement seemed to open the chapter of drunkenness tonight.

Of course, she didn't think she was drunk.

She just felt that this wine was actually quite good to drink, smooth to enter, not so stimulating, and after drinking it, people wouldn't get drunk, but their cheeks would be hot, a little floating...

But, she felt it was useless.

Because Zheng Qu quickly helped her sit on the sofa on the side: "Xueying, why don't you sleep for a while."

With this little alcohol tolerance, she still boasted that she must taste it tonight. When she was tearing herself away from Song Tan just now, she pulled very tightly, which made him sweat profusely.

However, Huo Xueying didn't mean to sleep at all. She just opened her watery big eyes, as if her consciousness was exceptionally clear: "Zheng Qu, I'm not sleepy right now. You drink, I'll make an appointment for a designated driver after you finish."

Zheng Qu:???

No? Are you drunk or not? If you were drunk, I would take what you said just now as nonsense. If you weren't drunk, what did you mean by what you said just now?

He reflected on himself briefly: As a boyfriend, he wasn't that bad, right? Where was he still not up to par?

And the classmates in the class all had a little redness on their cheeks. At this moment, they also pointed at him sitting by the sofa and laughed loudly: "Class monitor, you're drunk too!"

"Nonsense!" Zheng Qu stood up immediately: "I only drank a small cup, how could I be drunk?"

Listen to this, even if Song Tan didn't have much contact time with him, she could now know that this wasn't something her slick class monitor could say.

The wine re-prepared by Boss Chang had something!

Lu Chuan turned his head and said: "Don't worry, it's okay. Two taels of wine won't make them drunk, at most it's just maintaining this slightly tipsy, somewhat happy feeling."

"Those with good metabolism can wake up in less than half an hour."

"Those who are worse will take an hour or two."

Don't say, Huo Xueying, who was leaning on the sofa, had even taken out her phone and was brushing it happily. And the female classmates who were still at the dining table were also flushed and smiling like flowers, but none of them really went crazy from alcohol.

Song Tan was silent for a moment and could only sigh again: "Boss Chang is truly not living up to his name when it comes to treating good things!"

They were having a happy class reunion here. At home, Yang Zhengxin also felt happy and didn't want to return. At this moment, he was playing games with Qiaoqiao late at night, and in the middle, he returned a call to his mom:

"Mom, why didn't you answer my video call yesterday!"

The mom said "Oh my": "Don't you have those old things every day? Either eating and drinking or not having enough money... I'm in France! Your cousin said she was admitted to a university here. It just so happened that I brought her to see it when I went abroad."

"Oh." Yang Zhengxin didn't mind his mom's complaining at all. At this moment, he was also curious: "What university? Is the environment good? Are there castles?"

Speaking of this, the mom's eyes went black.

"I just said that children shouldn't be sent abroad to study. Look at the foreign suffering they've endured! What kind of broken university is this, opened in the countryside? It's deep in the mountains and old forests. We came over to see it and caught up with a power outage—it's pitch black, not even as bright as our family's farmland at night!"

"The internet isn't good either. Accommodation has to be in the suburbs far away. They don't popularize electric vehicles here. It's said that domestic students bought them from across the ocean before, and they were stolen as soon as they rode them—my son, don't learn from them and come abroad. Yellow mud dirt roads! You can only ride a bicycle, and it has to be a second-hand one!"

"If this were in our area, the poverty alleviation cadres could arrange it from top to bottom!"

"This university is still a proper university. How can there be a university that can't revitalize the local economy?"

Facing his mom's complaining, Yang Zhengxin listened in a daze. Qiaoqiao, who was cooking in the game, also stopped his hand. At this moment, he listened earnestly and couldn't help but be a bit confused:

"In 'Tom and Jerry', their households live in the same buildings as ours."

"That's not the same building!" The mom heard someone talking and didn't care if it was her son, so she took it immediately: "There's only one household far away. Every household is even prepared with guns. I picked an apartment for your cousin. It looks like there are more people... The domestic students inside said that someone almost broke in and robbed them at night in the first half of the year!"

Troublesome! Truly troublesome!

Yang Zhengxin's family, as a company engaged in agricultural machinery, went abroad a lot, but most of them were exporting to India and farm countries. His mom also had a booming business before and didn't love the set of buying bags in Paris and watching shows in France.

At first, she only heard his dad say he was going to India, and he couldn't touch a drop of water, and he could only drink mineral water brought from home. She felt that this man was pretentious when going abroad—how could a big city with an airport be so smelly?

She felt it this time.

Really smelly.

This wasn't even India!

Anyway, now the mom was lying on the big hotel bed applying a mask, and only then did she remember her son whom she hadn't seen yet, so she hurriedly complained about it fiercely.

Actually, Yang Zhengxin wasn't without any knowledge. He had also gone abroad to compete with a group, but he was strictly protected by his teacher at that time, and he never expected that there was such knowledge.

He believed his mom too much. At this moment, he promised: "Don't worry, Mom, I won't go abroad. By the way, what did you eat tonight?"

As the saying goes, not the same family, not entering the same door. Yang Zhengxin's talkativeness was also completely inherited from his parents. At this moment, without waiting for his mom to answer, he immediately showed off triumphantly.

"Do you know what I ate last night? Lotus root tips! Mom, it's not popular to eat this in our area. Yesterday afternoon, Qiaoqiao and I went to the lotus pond to touch them ourselves. We also caught several loaches, but Qiaoqiao said they were too small and needed to be raised, so we didn't eat them. Those lotus root tips were white and slippery. Last night, Qiaoqiao's Seventh Uncle stir-fried them with pickled peppers. It was so delicious, Mom! So delicious!"

He leaned close to the camera: "Look, I ate a big plate by myself. They all let me. It was too delicious, I couldn't help it, and blisters appeared on my mouth!"

The old mother who only ate a sandwich at night:...

"Stir-fried with pickled peppers..." She murmured: "You ate a big plate, that must be so delicious!"

Isn't it delicious? Otherwise, how could blisters grow on Yang Zhengxin's mouth?

You have to know that the quality of the peppers in Song Tan's family was first-class. Although spicy, it wasn't stimulating. The reason he was like this was firstly because young people had strong fire, and secondly because he really ate too much.

He even drank water and chewed the pickled peppers on the plate while hissing.

If it weren't for the beef stew served at noon the day before, he would have really thought he was being mistreated!

Anyway, that stimulating, refreshing, and spicy taste made Yang Zhengxin drool just talking about it now.

The mom on the other side of the screen was no less.

"Really ate so well..." She was also instantly moved: Where isn't staying, staying?

She remembered the message her son sent her when he booked the private room yesterday, saying that a film crew had booked it before and he couldn't check in until next month, so she had to hold back.

Instead, she asked: "What did you eat today? Look, your blisters aren't that obvious."

Yang Zhengxin:...

"Stir-fried bitter melon with eggs, pumpkin whisker soup, stir-fried lettuce... Mom, a big table of dishes, I can only eat this half. So greedy!"

But this sigh was only for a moment. Soon he gestured with hands and feet again: "Mom, do you know that stir-fried bitter melon with eggs? That bitter melon was the first batch planted in early spring. Now there are only those two, and they were all picked and stir-fried for me. The eggs are tender, smooth, and fragrant. The bitter melon was blanched in advance, and there is only a little bitterness. Stir-fried together like that, it's both fragrant and moisturizing..."

It just wasn't very appetizing.

"Pumpkin whiskers were rarely made in our family before. Qiaoqiao's family has them planted everywhere on the mountain, saying that if people don't eat them, they can feed the pigs—Mom! Qiaoqiao can make dried pumpkin. Let's wrap up all the pumpkins when the time comes. It's really a pity to feed the pigs, because this pumpkin whisker soup is also so fresh, fresh enough to make your eyebrows fall off!"

"And lettuce, lettuce has a strange smell that I've never liked to eat. Who knew that Seventh Uncle would stir-fry it so casually after shredding it today... Qiaoqiao ate stir-fried minced meat with lettuce leaves! He shared some with me, it was so fragrant!"

Qiaoqiao explained earnestly on the side: "Yang Zhengxin, we have Boss Chang and Boss Zhao in our family. It won't work if you sell all the pumpkins to you."

And at this moment, Yang Mom, who was so greedy that she was ready to take out the hotel phone to order food, was stunned, and then looked at Qiaoqiao who entered the frame:

"Good boy, you look even better than in the live broadcast!"

"How suitable it is to be friends with our little sheep!"

"Do you like the gift Yang Zhengxin brought? Auntie will send you something else when I return to China."

Her own son was greedy and got angry, but others specially made a few dishes to clear the fire. This intention was both delicate and considerate. Not to mention that Yang Zhengxin had been disturbing them for so long, it was only right for her to prepare more things.

But what to prepare?

Besides agricultural machinery, it seemed there was nothing else at home.

The mother and son hung up the phone, but Qiaoqiao sighed again: "Auntie is so pitiful, she's not doing well outside. Is sister also doing poorly like this?"

Yang Zhengxin was speechless: "Where is it bad! Our sister is stronger than you, and her boyfriend is rich and considerate. It's super cool for the two of them to go out on a date, right? It feels like we are skipping class at school, it must be exciting and fun."

Qiaoqiao was also surprised: "Yang Zhengxin! You actually skipped class!"

"I didn't!" Yang Zhengxin took back his full face of longing: "I just watched others skip it!"

If it weren't exciting and fun, why would they skip it? Unlike him, even if he said he wanted to go out halfway through class, it was fine to just find an excuse to go to the bathroom. The teacher not only agreed with a smile but also told him not to be too stubborn when solving problems...

How can this be skipped? There is no atmosphere of skipping at all.

The two people who had never skipped class looked at each other, obviously unable to understand this kind of fun.

In the next moment, Yang Zhengxin's phone rang again—

"Son!" It was Yang Dad who called.

"Your mom just called me and said it's inappropriate for you to disturb people over there, and asked me to prepare the small agricultural machinery at home, load a truck, and send it over—look, I said let you bring an excavator, but you insisted on not doing it."

Yang Zhengxin was speechless: "Dad, be realistic. Who would bring an excavator when visiting as a guest? Your excavator is so big, there are so few occasions where it can be used here."

There were only one or two occasions a year that required an excavator. If it were really brought over, that effort wouldn't be enough for maintenance.

Yang Dad didn't feel embarrassed at all: "I didn't know the terrain and landforms. You've been living there for several days now, so you should know a little bit, right? Wait a moment, Dad will send the product brochure of our family over. You check the ones you think can be used, and I'll arrange for a truck to send them tomorrow."

This conversation was still too niche for Qiaoqiao. In his consumption concept, he had never heard of sending an excavator as a gift. Therefore, he calmly continued to play games until Yang Zhengxin opened the product brochure and leaned over:

"Qiaoqiao, come and choose what's suitable for our family's land?"

The product brochure was made delicately and realistically, and it also described the functions and what kind of terrain it was suitable for, as well as simple videos and pictures. Qiaoqiao didn't realize this was a real machine at all. Instead, he felt it was like the kind of building block model game Yang Zhengxin brought him, and it was also like the game they were playing, building houses and farms.

"What game is it?" He was full of interest. Yang Zhengxin thought for a while: "That... you understand the simulation farm game, right? We are simulating this farm of yours. Now we need to choose machines to further reduce the workload of planting."

So Qiaoqiao also became interested: "I can do this! I've done it all!"

He pointed to a small excavator in 【Small Terrain Flexible Steering Zone】, very excited:

"This! Can have ten!"

They had to plant many, many vegetables in the vegetable plots on the mountain. These vegetables were seasonal. Once they got old, they had to be pulled out, and the soil had to be turned, killed, and sterilized before planting others.

Before, there were uncles and aunts in the village who helped with this work, but sister said that sooner or later, they would have to start planting vegetables independently.

Qiaoqiao didn't understand their long-term plan, only knowing that if this continued, would there be no one willing to do this tiring farm work?

Digging the ground is really tiring!

"And this rice and wheat harvester—this is so good! This also needs three!" They planted many glutinous rice, millet, wheat, rice, etc. this year. Bending over with a sickle and relying on manpower was really too hard. He envied the flat fields like those on TV, and then the machine car could drive through once and finish the work.

He was very proud. At this moment, he also explained to Yang Zhengxin: "Although I bought many of these two machines, the work they replace is also the most tiring."

"Now it's very hard to recruit people for such tiring work—I've picked them! Now it's your turn!"

Yang Zhengxin smiled proudly: "Three aren't enough. In order to facilitate farmers to make the most of them, these small agricultural machines only need to change different accessories to achieve multi-category harvesting. Your family's soybeans, mung beans, red beans, and sesame can all use this!"

He waved his hand: "Add two more!"

After all, these crops didn't mature at the same time. It was enough to have 5 small ones staggered in time for daily use. ===== CHAPTER 1413 =====

After all, these crops do not mature at the same time, so having these 5 small ones to stagger the timing for daily use is enough.