"Okay!" Liu Lihua was excited when she heard this, her eyes were shining brightly, and she was obviously very moved. She looked at Mu Zhengyang with a squint eyes and said confidently, "You Nanshan Wine Industry is a leather bag company. I will make it for you and take the old and young men in our Zhangshu Village to get rich together!"

Zhangshu Village is a big and popular village, but its population is smaller than that of ordinary villages, but they are basically related to each other. Before, Mr. Mu Qingfeng was there, and everyone got along very well.

Mu Zhengyang deserves the old man’s legacy and gives back to the big family.

Liu Lihua is definitely the best in the action faction. After getting off the bus, she didn't go home. She went to the village committee to discuss the establishment of a winery with Mu Dahai.

Mu Zhengyang carried the sack back to Nanshan Academy by himself, thinking that Sun Xiaosheng was hungry for a day, and he would probably scream "ohoh" when he saw him.

But after entering the door, the room was extremely quiet, and Sun Xiaosheng was not seen.

"Did you run out?" Mu Zhengyang thought in confusion.

Although Sun Xiaosheng was only twenty days old, he was growing bigger and faster day by day and his movements became more and more agile.

But I usually sleep in the academy's nest and never walk out of the academy's door.

"I guess I'm too hungry, so I'm going out to find something to eat!"

Mu Zhengyang suddenly thought of some possibility and had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he hurried to his vegetable field.

The vegetable field is on the side of the academy, and cucumbers, watermelons and tomatoes are planted.

Since the time of planting, Mu Zhengyang has been watering the nectar from Yujing Bottle with water, and over time, it has gradually changed.

Ordinary cucumber seedlings grow vines and put them on the shelf, but these cucumber seedlings grow straight, like emerald green bamboo, and the tips of the thin branches are covered with green cucumbers.

But the tomatoes look exactly the opposite, they look like vines.

Mu Zhengyang was too lazy to take care of them, but the tomato vines spread to the fir trees beside the vegetable field. They wrapped the long and straight trunks like vines, and had already produced bright red fruits the size of a baby's fist.

The watermelon is still vine-like, but the leaves are as big as lotus leaves, and the fruits are at the end of the petiole.

When Mu Zhengyang arrived in the field, Sun Xiaosheng was holding a huge modification, his whole head was buried in the watermelon and gnawing. The red juice flowed on the golden hair. There were cucumbers and tomato remains on the ground, and even a few tomato vines were torn and fell to the ground.

The scene is very messy, but it is full of the fragrance of fruits and melons.

After Sun Xiaosheng found that Mu Zhengyang had arrived, he held the remaining half of the broken watermelon and raised it to Mu Zhengyang.

"Whoa whoa……"

The dark and round eyes are bright and divine, seemingly without any impurities, and are full of spirituality.

The melons and fruits in this vegetable field have not yet fully grown and matured.

Mu Zhengyang hadn't eaten it yet, but was ruined by Sun Xiaosheng first. He was a little angry, but when he saw Sun Xiaosheng's eyes, he was not angry.

The watermelon brought by Sun Xiaosheng was the size of a basketball. Although the bag inside was still white and red, you could feel the cool air coming from afar.

Mu Zhengyang smiled helplessly and said, "You are really worthy of the name Sun Xiaosheng. The Monkey King made a big fuss in Pantao Garden. You, Sun Xiaosheng, have made my vegetable field a mess, but it is rare that you have the heart to do this!"

at the same time.

Mu Zhengyang also sighed in his heart that Sun Xiaosheng is indeed gifted, and his intelligence is probably similar to a one or two-year-old baby. After taking the watermelon handed over by Sun Xiaosheng, Mu Zheng did not eat it himself, but broke it apart and returned it to Sun Xiaosheng. He silently sorted out the vegetable field and took Sun Xiaosheng away.

On the banks of the Daxi River, in the willow pavilion.

The girl packed up her things and returned home, thinking about what happened after she met Mu Zhengyang, and her expression seemed a little dazed.

An old man at home was holding a kettle to water flowers. If Mu Zhengyang was present, he would definitely recognize the old man. It was Zhao Yushi who went to the mountains to look for him a few days ago.

When Zhao Yushi saw the girl looking depressed, she put down the kettle in her hand and smiled kindly at the girl: "Who made our Shi Ran angry? Tell grandpa, grandpa will help you!"

Zhao Shiran held his cheek and asked Zhao Yushi very seriously: "Grandpa, am I really a calligraphy prodigy?"

Zhao Yushi was stunned and said casually: "Of course, your attainments in calligraphy can be compared with many old men who have practiced calligraphy for many years. If you continue to study it, you will be able to become your own school. In the future, an extremely rare female calligrapher will appear in the calligraphy world!"

If he hadn't seen Mu Zhengyang's calligraphy, Zhao Yushi would even say that Zhao Shiran was the most talented person he had ever seen in calligraphy. In fact, before he had seen Mu Zhengyang, Zhao Yushi always thought so. Unfortunately, until that day, he saw those words in the wastebasket of Nanshan Academy in Wangriya...

Zhao Shiran took out the painting "Ode to Willow" he wrote in the pavilion and said to Zhao Yushi: "Grandpa, how do you think my writing is?"

Zhao Yushi was pleased when he saw Zhao Shiran's calligraphy, and praised: "It's very wonderful. The purpose of running script is to convey the spirit. You have gained something when you go to the Daxi River to watch the willow trees by the river to practice calligraphy. This calligraphy has a good taste of willow branches dancing as the wind, and it is considered a top-notch. It is even rare that you are at this age. Grandpa is far inferior to you!"

If it were the past, Zhao Shiran would be very happy to hear her grandfather praise her, but now she can't laugh. She took out the one Mu Zhengyang wrote two words from a pile of paper and asked, "Grandpa, look at these two words again!"

"These two words are written in a wonderful way, and they are fully reflected in the "Zhang Dian Sukuan". This is also written by your teacher Professor Fu. He is indeed a world-class calligrapher!" Zhao Yushi heard Zhao Shiran say several times. In Lu Mei, she was Fu Xinyi, who is known as "Guangdong Ghost Hand". She is younger than him, but he has heard of Fu Xinyi's name for a long time. But when he looked closely, he felt that it was not right. He asked in confusion, "Hey, from this ink trace, it seems to be written, and he did get the true meaning of "Zhang Dian Sukuan", but it is a bit different from Fu Xinyi's! Who wrote this?"
Chapter completed!