Hua'an Agricultural Reclamation Group
Qiao Wenyu gazed at the distant mountains and nudged the person beside him with his arm. "Xuewen, my mouth has been so bland these past few days. How about we take tomorrow off, go up the mountain, and get some meat to satisfy our cravings?"
Zheng Xuewen didn't look at him, swinging the hoe in his hand. "Aren't you afraid your little uncle will punish you?"
Qiao Wenyu said carelessly, "As long as he doesn't find out, we'll be fine. Just give me a straight answer, are you going or not?"
Zheng Xuewen thrust his hoe into the ground. "Go, go, go, alright then."
Qiao Wenyu glanced not too far away. "When the time comes, we'll also call Zijia. If we really catch some game, we can just roast it on the mountain and eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ye Wenjuan push Wei Zijia, causing Wei Zijia to lose her balance and fall right into the potato field.
