d office furniture.Seeing the red armband, the villagers started whispering among themselves.Tang Zhenzhen looked at all those things, a sneer in her heart. What a thief!A helpless expression crossed..."Rong Zhaonan picked out a fishbone while calmly saying, 'After the autumn harvest celebration ended last night, Hong Xiuzhang sent over some wine and steamed buns, saying it was to share in the collective honor, watching me eat.'"

Ning Yuan was taken aback.

Those red armbands were responsible for checking the ideological transformation and learning progress of those sent down.

So, Rong Zhaonan didn't refuse...

"What if they send something with rat poison, would you eat it too" Ningyuan felt complicated.

Róng Zhāonán's lips curled into a cold arc: "They wouldn't dare."

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

Dare you Some people even dare to send wine and steamed buns laced with aphrodisiacs for cattle and horses...

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

For some reason, she instinctively felt that Rong Zhaonan definitely wouldn't let the person who dared to scheme against him off the hook.

Forget it, eat the fish and don't talk, lest you get a thorn in your throat!

Some things shouldn't be known by someone as ordinary as her.

......

After a hearty dinner, Ning Yuan was satisfied and put down her lunchbox.

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

Rong Zhaonan watched her turn to leave, raising an eyebrow: "Wait a minute, you're not going to wash the bowls, chopsticks, and pots here"

Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and smiled, "I'll cook, you wash the dishes and pots. This is just a different division of labor in the revolution, Rong Zhaonan agrees. Here it is, entrusted to you."

Saying that, she waved her hand directly and turned to head back to the small shed by the cowpen.

She did want to buy Elder Rong's favor, but not to be his personal caretaker. No successful person would appreciate having a domestic worker they were beholden to.

In her previous life, she almost lived as a second wife to her husband. She served him in every way possible, but what was the result

Which man would want to sleep with his own mother or a waitress

When a bride becomes an old lady, men are naturally less interested in their wives sexually. They can't help but go out to prostitutes or sleep with other women.

This life, she had to change her way of living, starting with Rong Lao Da, the once mighty tiger now fallen.

They may not be a real couple, but they are working together now. Everyone is pitching in to build their "little family" - the barn!

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

Well, she's not exactly the most diligent spy, is she Shouldn't she be showing some concern, trying to get closer and gather information

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

Ning Yuan was busy rummaging through the scraps she had collected from the yard.

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

I was able to put together a few usable items.

Ning Yuan was sweating profusely, but she looked at the few pieces of "new" furniture in the room with satisfaction.

Now at least we have two tables in our house, so we can separate eating, studying, and putting things away.

It's not just an extra desk for things, there are also two modified cabinets that can hold a lot of stuff. The bed has also been widened, made larger, and reinforced.

Rong ZhaoNan looked at her own wide "new bed" with an unfathomable gaze, and said to her, "You really want to sleep with me..."

Ning Yuan blushed instantly and raised her voice, "Don't talk nonsense! Who wants to sleep with you It's just that there was no other way at the time!"

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

She lived a lifetime longer than him, could she possibly be interested in such a young man

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

His bed, a rickety contraption held together by sheer force of will, would come apart with the slightest movement.

Does he know any kind of小龍女的 sleeping rope skills He slept for so long, making her waste a lot of reinforced bed materials.

Rong Zhaonan watched her coldly as she tidied the room. In a short while, she had made the room neat and comfortable.

She was so tired she could barely stand, she carried the bucket to go for a bath.

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

After dinner, Ning Yuan boiled some water and took a bath in the outdoor toilet, washing her body and hair.

The cowshed doesn't have a toilet, so Rong Zhaonan built himself a simple one.

Only he used it, making it cleaner than the common toilets for sent-down youth, like a simple washroom.

She let down her hair and sat by the window, humming a tune as she combed it. The candles in the main hall cast a warm glow, illuminating everything around them.

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

A tall figure entered, carrying a bucket of water. He was bare-chested with a towel draped over his shoulder.

The candlelight seemed to coat his well-defined, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and fair body with a layer of flowing gold.

The man washed his hair too. Ning Yuan watched the water beads slide down from the nape of his neck, along his collarbone, chest, towards his narrow waist and abdominal muscles, and couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.

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

He just glanced at her lightly, casually pushing the damp fringe that had fallen over his brow back behind his ear, as he had done yesterday. His face was revealed, a profile so delicate and sharp it seemed almost dangerous.

Seeing this face in its entirety, along with the physique that appeared thin in clothes but had curves when undressed, was a significant visual impact for Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan's face flushed instantly, a little flustered: "You...how...you're not wearing clothes..."

This person clearly looks malnourished, even when they are wearing clothes. Their clothes hang loosely on them.

How come as soon as they take off their clothes, it's like they become delicious and intoxicating, with their every muscle and bone outlined with explosive power

The man let out a light scoff. "Who wears clothes to take a bath You"

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

She frowned delicately: "I'm saying how come you didn't put on your clothes after showering."

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

His tail and temples were also damp, his whole body seeming shrouded in an alluring mist.

Ningyuan was backed into a corner by his all-white outfit: "You're too inconsiderate! There are lesbians in the room now!"

Although the wind blows and the sun shines, he works hard in the fields. He does all the heavy work, such as cleaning the cow shed, shoveling manure, and composting.

How can this person be so white, not even a bit tanned

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

Róng Zhāonán raised an eyebrow, as if mocking her words for being absurd: "You, a lesbian, are going to sleep in the same bed with me, a bad person What influence are you worried about"

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

This person's speaking is really unpleasant, no wonder they get reprimanded!

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

When Ning Yuan had thoroughly dried her hair outside the door and returned to the house, she saw that Rong Zhaonan was already asleep, facing away from her, quietly covered by a thin blanket.

He wore an old white thin tank top on his upper body, revealing his long and strong arms and back.

Ning Yuan was now completely relaxed, picking up her books and muttering to herself, "What nonsense, I've never had the habit of sleeping naked."

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

The bed was widened a lot. Ning Yuan lay pressed against the edge of the bed, and slept facing away from Rong Zhao Nan.

She pulled her blanket tighter, but could still feel the warmth of the unfamiliar male pressing against her side. She couldn't help but shrink back in.

This is also why she insisted on sleeping on the outer edge of the bed—so she could get up at any time.

Although she truly believed that Rong Zhaonan's character and cautious, calm personality would absolutely never touch her.

But, I'm still quite uncomfortable.

In my past life, I would never have been so bold.

Ning Yuan's mind was racing with countless thoughts.

I ran around all day, things kept popping up one after another. My nerves were on edge all day, and fatigue surged over me like a tide.

She drifted off to sleep slowly, her breathing becoming soft and shallow.

Behind him, a tall and slender figure turned around. The man opened his eyes, remarkably clear and bright, not the slightest trace of sleepiness.

He gazed at the graceful curves undulating beneath the blanket nearby, his eyes involuntarily narrowing.

It seems this little spy is still very patient. They intend to play the long game, slowly enticing him deeper and extracting information.

Rong Zhaonan lay flat on his back, hands supporting the back of his head, gazing at the faint stars peeking through the unrepaired roof.

Her hair and the scent of cleanliness, a blend of soap, lingered around her nose.

He closed his eyes without any expression.

The little agent always makes things so delicious. What is he doing Sugar-coated bullets don't work on him.ds to provide evidence. Besides your fellow educated youths in the same dormitory, what written evidence do you have to prove that these cookies, sugar, and jade chilies belong to you"Tang Zanzhen bit...