Chapter 11:
As soon as Boss Hou left, everyone immediately started to slack off.
They all cursed and walked out of the field, then sat on the ground.
President Xu said, "My waist, my waist is about to break.
This is not a life for humans.
Head, what should we do? Let's run!" Big Brother Da immediately stopped him, "You can't run, I've tried it.
This village is like a maze, we can't get out at all." Everyone sighed and rested until noon, when an old man brought a plate of steamed buns and placed a big porcelain bowl next to it, filled with clear water.
Before I could speak, Big Brother Da rushed over first, grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, while complaining: "Can we get some meat? If not, pickled vegetables will do!" The old man sneered, "Eat quickly and get to work! Anyone who slacks off will be thrown into the water tank!"
Everyone immediately became obedient.
Jiang Haoyan stood up and wanted to go get a steamed bun, but I quickly grabbed his hand.
"Don't eat yet, I need to talk to you." While speaking, I pulled him towards the direction of the nearby woods.
The old man guarding us became nervous instantly.
"What are you two doing?!" "A man and a woman sneaking into the woods, what else could we be doing?" I rolled my eyes, held onto Jiang Haoyan's arm, and he blushed immediately.
The elderly members of the group burst into laughter.
"Hehe, Qiao Master, didn't expect this from you." President Xu nodded repeatedly, "Little Jiang seems good, with those eyebrows and eyes, those abs, he's on par with me when I was young." The old man looked in the direction we left, hesitated, glanced at the others, couldn't make up his mind, and hurried back to talk to Boss Hou.
In the woods, I pulled Jiang Haoyan to hide behind a big tree and cautiously looked around.
"Take off your clothes." "Huh?" Jiang Haoyan widened his eyes, his face turning almost purple.
"Qiao Moyu, me, you, you, it's not appropriate here." "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" Losing patience, I directly started pulling off his clothes.
However, as soon as my hand reached the hem of his clothes, Jiang Haoyan grabbed it.
He swallowed his saliva, furrowed his brows, and looked at me as if prepared to face death.
"Qiao Moyu, I promise you, but afterward, you have to accept me as your disciple." I shook my head.
"No, your talent is a bit lacking.
I can't ruin the reputation of our Qiao family." After finishing speaking, I forcefully pulled up his clothes, then freed one hand and took out a piece of talisman paper, chewed it up, and smeared it on Jiang Haoyan's chest.