Chapter 1803

The heavy rain today just wouldn't stop, yet the temperature only dropped from 40°C to thirty-six or thirty-seven degrees; it was truly uncomfortable.

After being busy for half a day, the family finally put down their farm work completely and went home to wash up and turn on the air conditioning.

Song Tan was still rummaging through the freezer, finding the watermelon popsicles Lu Chuan had made earlier, and the two sat on the sofa, whispering to each other while eating.

When Wu Lan saw this, she couldn't help but say: "Eat quickly, if the juice melts in a moment, it will drip onto the sofa."

Their sofa was arranged by Zhao Zhao Fangyuan at the time; it wasn't cheap, and the color was very pleasing to Song Tan—it was that kind of warm white!

Of course, a few days after the warm white, Wu Lan arranged a rainbow-striped old coarse cloth sofa cover for it—

Her reasoning was also very sound:

"Doing farm work every day, you still have to be careful not to get the sofa dirty when you come back to rest. Isn't it tiring? It's much better to spread a sofa cover, and it's easy to wash."

The logic is sound, but there are so many beautiful sofa covers now, did she really have to use this old coarse cloth one?

However, Song Tan's aesthetic is just like that, so in the end, she just let her be.

But this year is different.

This year, when Lu Chuan came to the house, he was polite for a while at first, but later he gradually started doing things himself.

The first thing he changed were the throw pillows.

The original brown throw pillows that came with the sofa were replaced one by one with Xiangyun silk patchwork pillows, green linen interwoven with oracle bone script...

According to Wu Lan:

It's gaudy. Especially that patchwork one, isn't that just scraps of cloth sewn together?

Then it was the vases.

The gray-blue glass bottles were replaced with high-porcelain sweet-white narrow-necked bottles, antique-style pottery large-bellied bottles, cinnabar glazed bottles...

Now, even the sofa cover spread on the sofa was chosen by Lu Chuan; in fact, it's not very dirt-resistant, nor is it as sturdy as the old coarse cloth.

But—Little Lu is a diligent person who, when idle, can even assist Aunt Lianhua in taking down the curtains to wash them; he is completely different from Tan Tan.

Now that he wants to decorate the house, well, that is indeed better-looking than the old coarse cloth, so she just endured it!

Just like right now.

Hearing her words, the two of them obediently held their popsicles further away.

But they didn't move from their spot, still holding their phones and whispering about something.

Wu Lan saw this and finally just took two popsicles herself, one for her and one for Song Song Sancheng.

Aunt Lianhua came into the house to work, and seeing the few people sitting on the crescent-shaped sofa, she couldn't help but laugh:

"I wouldn't say it if you weren't a family; look how alike you all are."

It was raining outside, and water inevitably splashed under the corridor; going back and forth, the floor couldn't stay clean. Wu Lan simply said:

"Lianhua, you've been busy for a long time, and there's nothing to do today because of the rain. Why don't you take a day off and go back to accompany your mother-in-law."

Aunt Lianhua didn't stand on ceremony: "Sure, she's been helping Liu Liu take care of the child recently, and she's very energetic every day."

"It's raining heavily, so the child's mother probably doesn't need her help; it's just right for us mother and daughter to chat."

Although she said that, she still efficiently tidied up the debris on the floor upstairs and downstairs before opening her umbrella and walking slowly into the dark sky.

At this moment, Song Tan and Lu Chuan had already picked up the game controllers, the little characters on the screen jumping up and down, and the two were exclaiming and scrambling, making Wu Lan's eyes dizzy.

Being a workaholic and unable to stay idle, she simply went to the kitchen to fetch a basket of old cowpeas and sat under the corridor with Song Song Sancheng to snap the beans.

While snapping, they chatted:

"This rain is heavy; it's a good thing the corn was harvested, otherwise the roots wouldn't hold—what are we planting on that slope next year?"

Song Song Sancheng mumbled: "It's not up to us to decide what to plant; why don't you ask Xiao Yan and the others."

Wu Lan:... Do you know what chatting is? Does she not know to ask an expert if there's something to ask?

She took a deep breath: "Then tell me, what kind of planning will the president of the large group invited by Secretary Zhu do for our village?"

"I saw on Douyin that other villages have long grape trellises built on the small paths, specifically for the flowers to climb up, just like the kind at the entrance of Little Lu's homestay."

"If our village builds them, can we just build them in front of our courtyard? I'll plant some bottle gourds on both sides. Those climb fast."

She paused and added: "If I plant anything else, I'm afraid someone in the village will go and pick them. Not many people like to eat bottle gourds, and the yield is high. If someone really takes a fancy to them, let them pick them; I won't feel bad."

Song Song Sancheng was speechless: "Then you don't even like to eat them yourself, why are you planting them?"

Wu Lan clicked her tongue: "Well, I also like to enjoy life and do nothing, but aren't I still snapping beans on a rainy day?"

Chatting, do you know what chatting is?

But she also knew that Song Song Sancheng was feeling sullen—he wanted to go fishing in the heavy rain, but Tan Tan said the riverside was too slippery and insisted he couldn't go.

He was stubborn but couldn't win, so he was fuming.

That's not right!

Wu Lan came back to her senses: It's not like I'm the one not letting you fish, why should I take this anger?

She looked at the old beans in the basin, snorted at this moment, and kicked the whole basket toward Song Song Sancheng:

"Snap them well! I'm going to find Lu Jing to talk."

She recently introduced a short drama that was very interesting; it just happened to be raining, and the homestay probably didn't have any guests, so the two of them could chat more!

Opening her large umbrella, her plastic slippers splashed into the rainwater, and Song Song Sancheng blew the damp wind under the corridor, staring at the full basket of beans, speechless.

Just as Wu Lan expected, in the rainy weather, there were hardly any people in the homestay, and those looking for Dr. Guo to see a doctor wouldn't choose such a day.

Except for long-term residents like the top-ranked fan, the whole homestay quieted down.

Lu Jing was also happy: "Come quickly, come quickly, I just picked a new drama, let's watch it together! Want some milk tea? Little Chuan bought me some good tea, come and try it!"

After Master Chai, who was specially invited to entertain friends, left, Lu Jing's induction cooker was finally hidden in the high cabinet in the kitchen.

To take it out, she not only had to step on a ladder but also had to clear out the things inside. She was too lazy to move, so she simply upgraded her equipment.

She didn't use the induction cooker's complimentary pot to boil milk tea anymore, but switched to a multi-functional health pot.

It also came with a small roasting bowl for stir-frying tea leaves.

At this moment, the scorched tea leaves were rolling, the milk was emitting a slight fragrance on the side, and the two huddled together, pointing at the tablet; isn't this more interesting than talking to stinky men?

Outside the door, the sky grew darker, the sound of rain didn't stop, and time passed unconsciously until there was a faint roar of a car outside the glass door.

Lu Jing then realized belatedly:

"Hey, Secretary Zhu asked me to prepare the room for the designer—are they here?"

When she first wanted to tell Little Chuan to take the civil service exam, looking at it now, being a village official is really not easy!

Being an ambitious village official is even harder.

Looking out again, Secretary Zhu had already opened a large umbrella to take out the suitcases first, and was waiting there for the designer to get out of the car.

Seeing Wu Lan was also there, her face, which was a bit too full, suddenly broke into a smile:

"Auntie, what are we eating tonight? Can I bring the designer to have a meal?"

It would also be good to let the other party see the strength of her small village.

Wu Lan also answered happily and brightly:

"Stewed old cowpeas! The cowpeas on the mountain ripen quickly, and I asked your uncle to clean up the ones that were too old; we'll stew them in a pot tonight, it's very fragrant!"

The rain curtain connected to the sky, and the surroundings were dark; Vice President Chen didn't see any scenery, and at this moment, he was only left with a growling stomach.

Hearing about dinner—

He knew it!

He had been exiled to the mountain village by Chairman Yang!