A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Wang Dazhuang swung his arm around Shi Ahua, while Erzhuang and Sanzhuang, smelling the fragrance in the air, drooled down their lips.

Their family has already finished the wild boar meat that the brigade distributed.

Once the children tasted meat, they craved it every day.

Now, I can't control myself when I smell it anymore.

"Go away! Get out of here! I still want to eat meat, are you going to conjure it up for me?" Shi Ahua kicked her son in annoyance.

She then glared at her husband.

"I'm just unlucky to have a man like you. The second son of the Huo family sends 30 yuan home every month! Look at you."

"Comparing people will only lead to misery, and comparing goods will only result in them being thrown away."

Hearing this, Wang Lei got angry. "What are you talking about? If you were like Qiao An, good-looking and able to hunt wild boars in the mountains, maybe I could find a good job too."

"My mom was saying today that Qiao An has the face of someone who brings good fortune to her husband, which is why her husband is so successful. If I had married someone who brings good fortune to her husband, I would be a squad leader by now."

"You heartless bastard! I've been married to you for so many years, enduring so much hardship and suffering. I almost died giving birth to our third child, and you dare to talk to me like that!"

Shi Ahua let out a howl and pounced on Wang Lei, hitting and biting him.

"You bitch, you've lost your mind!"

The two got into a fight, but Old Mrs. Wang just peeked in and, seeing that her son wasn't at a disadvantage, stopped interfering.

The children were used to their parents fighting.

Wang Dazhuang went back into the house, pouting, and said, "Grandma, I want to eat meat."

"My dear grandson, wanting meat is easy enough!"

Grandma Wang pulled him into her arms and mumbled something under her breath.

The commotion in the backyard didn't disturb Qiao An's family's meal at all.

Before going to bed, as usual, Qiao An drank milk and then took her two children to bed on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Hearing the children's even breathing, Joan began to ponder the pile of things in the space.

These things are treasures, but if you don't convert them into money and just leave them there, they're completely useless.

Qiao An was thinking about how to make a move.

Deng Fang, who had never spoken in the group chat, actually contacted her.

Qiao An felt she couldn't be of any help to this person, so she didn't dare to start a conversation.

Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to approach Qiao An today.

He even proposed a deal with her.

The items traded were also bizarre.

The little red book, the red armband of the Youth Committee, or the portrait of the great man that every household has.

Only after asking did I learn that his cultivation required absorbing the power of faith. Although humans in the cultivation world are superstitious, they often go to temples to burn incense.

However, Deng Fang tried using the Buddha statues in the temple, and found that these believers prayed to the gods with selfish motives, and their faith was not pure at all.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to target Joan.

Upon seeing the message from Deng Fang, Qiao An was wide awake.

If Mo Yuxuan was her purchasing agent, then Deng Fang was probably more helpful to her.

That's a world of cultivation! Could I perhaps benefit from Deng Fang's influence and cultivate some immortality myself?

But she was soon disappointed. Deng Fang said that there was no spiritual energy in this world. Not to mention cultivating immortality, even magical artifacts and pills would be ineffective.

Joanne sighed.

It seems my cheat code isn't big enough.

However, Deng Fang raised a possibility: perhaps the talismans he drew could be used, but only some low-level talismans could be used, and it was uncertain how many could be used.

The saying goes well.

Whether there are dates or not, let's hit a target first and see.

Qiao An readily agreed to the deal with Deng Fang.

What he wanted was so easy to find.

After the chat ended, Qiao An turned over and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Jinshui Town, Dongjiawan.

Mouse led his brothers to the warehouse.

They've discussed a big deal, if it goes through.

At least until the end of the year, no one will need to go out and steal.

We can still have a good New Year.

They stood in front of the warehouse door and saw the fallen lock.

A chill shot up from the soles of my feet to the back of my head.

The mouse struggled to raise its hand and push open the warehouse door.

Before me... was nothing.

So clean that there wasn't a single hair on it.

The mouse couldn't believe its eyes and rubbed its eyelids hard.

When I opened my eyes again, the warehouse was still empty.

"My goods! Where are my goods?!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

The mouse rolled its eyes back and lay flat on its back.

"Brother Mouse! Brother Mouse!"

They grabbed the mouse and immediately panicked.

"What do we do? All our goods are gone. Should we call the police?"

"Idiot! What we did was illegal, and you still called the police? Don't you want to live?"

"What should we do? Boss Ren has already paid a deposit."

"How the hell would I know? Let's ask Brother Mouse when he wakes up."

As he spoke, the man stretched out his thumb and began pinching the rat's philtrum.

A moment later, the mouse slowly woke up.

"Brother Mouse, our goods are gone. How are we going to explain this to Boss Ren?"

The mouse stared blankly at the roof beam, as if its soul had been ripped out.

"It's all gone...everything is gone..."

At this moment, the culprit had just prepared breakfast and lunch for the two little ones.

Ordinary families eat two meals a day, but Qiao An is used to eating three meals a day.

Moreover, both the children and themselves need to nourish their bodies now.

Qiao An tiptoed and closed the gate, heading towards the village entrance.

There were clearly two bicycles in the space, but she didn't dare to ride them.

This thing is too conspicuous; there isn't a single one in the entire Lianchi Village.

She had to come up with a legitimate reason to own a bicycle.

You need a bicycle ticket to buy a bicycle, that's easy.

When Huo Jiyun sends another letter, just say it was him who gave you the tickets.

But we still need to figure out a way to get the money.

The bicycle in the space is a Yonghuang brand, which costs 200 yuan each, but everyone thinks she has 240 yuan.

I've been on a shopping spree these past few days, and I must have spent over a hundred yuan.

Even if Huo Jiyun gave her another 30 yuan, it wouldn't be enough to buy a bicycle.

So we need to come up with a way to suddenly have money.

This is really difficult...

and many more!

Qiao An suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Bicycles are indeed difficult to obtain, but perhaps that tricycle can be used directly.

They just needed to use the police station as a front.

Having figured out the key points, Joan walked a little faster.

Qin Feng arrived at the cafeteria early this morning, hoping to hear something interesting.

For example, He Hua was criticized yesterday, or Director Jiang was angry or something.

She learned from others that Qiao An had taken over as the chef yesterday and cooked for the county leaders.

And he was praised quite a bit.

Qin Feng was both anxious and angry.

This little girl has only been here for a day and she dares to challenge her. If we don't keep her in check, she'll be squatting on our heads and pooping on us in the future.

Joan walked into the cafeteria and put on the apron from the coat rack.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw Qin Feng's face, which was even blacker than the bottom of the pot.

Having lived two lives, Qiao An had long seen through Qin Feng's thoughts.

"Qiao An, I heard from everyone today that you cook better than the chefs at the state-run restaurants. I'm getting old and my health isn't good, so you can cook in this canteen from now on. That way, I can relax a bit."

Nobody would believe her.

The cafeteria was Qin Feng's only stronghold; she would rather destroy it than give it to Qiao An.

"Sister Qin, look at what you're saying. Anyone who made those dishes yesterday would have been praised, because the ingredients were fresh and delicious, it had nothing to do with my cooking skills."