Chapter 282: Field Mouse's Rations

Until the two staff members drove away, Song Tan shook her head:

"Why don't big men have any family status?"

Spending money to buy something and having to apply to the wife, the saliva was chattered for half an hour, 2 people didn't even make up 5 digits—

This wave of marketing was not very successful.

If it weren't for the capable little secretary, this meal today would have been bleak.

Zhang Yanping also walked out of the house, imagining the future at this moment: "Married men are really humble... If I were married, the money at home would have to be managed by me!"

Xin Jun just happened to come out to pour water, as the only one in the room full of single dogs who had talked about love, he was very calm:

"Then what about your girlfriend?"

Zhang Yanping:... Okay, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

Turning around, Xin Jun said again: "Actually, there's no need to rush at all, take the things back, but as long as the family eats them, those who have spare money will definitely not miss them."

"If there is really no money, there is no way, doing business is also about fate in many cases."

"Yes." Song Tan also looked open: "I just think there is a hot potato on the back mountain, a bit depressed."

Just as she was speaking, she saw Qiaoqiao sneak down from the back mountain again, holding a cotton swab in his hand, with a lump of crystal-clear thing on it.

Looking through the cotton swab, it was faintly orange-yellow.

"Qiaoqiao, you stole honey again!" Song Tan looked at him.

Qiaoqiao hurriedly put his hand behind his back: "I didn't, this was just accidentally rubbed on."

Good heavens, this child knows how to lie now!

Song Tan raised her eyebrows: "You opened the beehive, and accidentally stretched the cotton swab in, and then accidentally rubbed it on?"

Qiaoqiao nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Song Tan:...

She waved her hand: "It's your own thing, you feed it if you want, why are you sneaking around? A man should be generous."

Qiaoqiao didn't hear too clearly and stood there blankly. Until Xin Jun looked at him with a smile:

"Your sister means, if you want to feed the mouse, have any ideas, say them out, don't sneak around—why don't you go feed your mouse yet?"

"It's a field mouse!" Qiaoqiao emphasized, thought for a moment, and then held the cotton swab openly and entered the room.

When the little field mouse was brought back, it was pink all over, with only a layer of shallow fluff, and its eyes hadn't opened, so it could eat very little.

Besides secretly feeding the expired milk powder at home, Qiaoqiao would occasionally open a small stove for it.

For example, this lump of honey was for the little field mouse.

He took the cotton swab, returned to his room, and looked at the sedge grass cage woven by Grandpa—green and tender stems, woven into a beautiful and exquisite small box.

Opening the door, he saw several layers of toilet paper underneath, giving the little field mouse a soft home.

Its eyes had opened, black and bright, and at this moment, hearing the movement, it eagerly made a "squeak" sound. The body with gradually flourishing fluff also crawled anxiously, and then familiarly climbed along Qiaoqiao's wrist to the finger side, and finally tightly hugged the cotton swab in the air.

The little mouth sucked on the cotton swab head, squeaking, so satisfied.

Qiaoqiao stared at it, and couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

He let go of the cotton swab and put the little mouse into the box:

"That, Big Field you eat, I'm going to watch Ultraman."

That's right.

This field mouse, Qiaoqiao named it Big Field, the same as Big King, Big White, Big Bear, and Big Treasure.

Here, the Song family returned to their usual life, but over at the old house, the person in charge circled the cherry tree covered with green netting, pondering endlessly.

Because the excavator guy's food wasn't up to standard, he hadn't had as much passion and tireless energy as before in the last few days.

Seeing the foreman's expression at this moment, he asked again: "Is the food discussed?"

Discuss what food!

The person in charge was annoyed: "Come and see, are there fewer cherries?"

The excavator guy took a look—green leaves mixed with orange-red and yellow cherries, clusters and clusters, clusters and clusters, as if cute little lanterns were hidden among them.

Where is this less? It's clearly lush to death.

However, the person in charge didn't think so.

"Look, under this leaf, yesterday there was clearly a cherry that was almost ripe, orange-red and bright, and the flesh could be seen through."

"Look again today—is it? Only an empty stem is left here, the cherry is gone!"

The excavator guy looked at him in shock: "Brother, why are your eyes so good? This cherry could also have fallen to the ground."

"Impossible!"

The person in charge looked at the cherry tree with deep eyes: "I looked in the morning, there wasn't a trace on the ground!"

"Then it's also possible that ants carried it away..."

The person in charge was silent.

But his sixth sense still felt it wasn't like this; this cherry grew so well, how could it fall to the ground just after ripening?

It was just one night's work.

He was embarrassed to say that he had been eyeing it for a long time, just waiting for the morning to sneak and pick it.

But he found it gone in the morning.

Now after observing for a long time, he didn't find any clues, let alone how depressed he was.

The excavator guy didn't take this to heart; after all, he hadn't eaten cherries either, and didn't know what it was like for the person in charge to hold the fruit pit for half the night.

At this moment, he said carelessly: "Brother, you wait, anyway, this cherry will be ripe, it's just a matter of these two days, it's not worth it to be missing one or two."

The reason is this reason, but the person in charge still felt heartache!

Although he got Song Sancheng's word that he could buy a few jin of this cherry, with just this one tree and so many people in the Song family, how many jin could he sell to him?

Now thinking about the right time and place, he would sneak and eat one or two before people came...

Just as he was about to get it, it suddenly disappeared!

How to describe this emotion?

It's like an old farmer who guards the fields every day, suddenly discovering his wheat has been cut!

He turned back depressed, and not long after, took something from the room and secretly set it up on another shelf.

After tossing and turning for half a day, the progress of the construction site was still within the plan, and it was almost time for dinner again in the evening. The excavator guy ate with his rice bowl, which was very reluctant. The person in charge looked at him and got angry—

You say this, a young man, thinking about making money all day, just thinking about eating, no promise!

Turning his head, he secretly clicked on his phone and opened the monitor.

That's right.

What he secretly set up on the pole beside him was a monitor, originally used to shine on the construction site, but there were two others, so he adjusted them temporarily.

Looked at the playback—well, there's no problem.

Stared at the lens again, and there's no problem.

Just thought of this, but saw the tree shadow move in the picture!

His heart was shocked, and then he decisively enlarged the video!