I went on a blind date with the wrong person and got married to a pig farmer.

Chapter 125 The atmosphere before the event

"I'm busy, what the fuck."

Yang Cheng took the hand that kept moving around her stomach away.

Where did you just see that?

Oh, here, how are adolescent chickens supposed to maintain their mental health?

"For chickens in adolescence, you need to pay attention to their mood changes. Don't intervene too much in their abnormal behavior. Observe them first and keep them in mind. Many of their behaviors are unique to adolescence and cannot be changed. As a chicken farmer, don't be overly anxious..."

"Snapped!"

Qin Che closed her book and put it under her pillow.

"What do you mean by puberty of chickens? This book is made up, chickens don't go through puberty, don't read these pirated books, come and do some exercise."

Qin Che lifted Yang Cheng's hands, twisted them behind her head, and prepared to take off her clothes.

"No, no, no."

With his hands clamped by Qin Che, Yang Cheng had no choice but to twist his body constantly and rub his feet on the bed.

"No, I won't do it with you. This house has poor sound insulation, we can't be here..."

"What do you mean? You mean as long as we live here, we can't do radio gymnastics." Qin Che stopped moving his hands and looked at Yang Cheng in disbelief.

It’s all Wu Zheng’s fault. How did he design this house? Didn’t he consider taking sound insulation measures?

It affects his sexual desire, so punishing him by making him carry manure is a light punishment.

But now the arrow is on the string and it has to be shot.

There was a place in Qin Che's body that was screaming, and it was about to explode if he didn't use up his energy.

"First, finish the radio gymnastics. We'll talk about the rest later."

After saying that, Qin Che started to take off her clothes again.

Now Yang Cheng's hands were free. She grabbed her collar tightly and rolled around on the bed like a loach.

Qin Che grabbed her arm with his big hand, but she quickly broke free. Qin Che grabbed again, and Yang Cheng broke free again, and the two rolled around on the bed.

A few rounds down.

It finally worked.

Qin Che’s string can no longer be played.

The string has softened, like a cooked noodle.

Qin Che, who had lost interest, collapsed on the bed, feeling extremely melancholy.

"Honey, after we finish this competition, shall we go on a honeymoon?"

"Why are you suddenly saying this?" Yang Cheng asked him while sorting his clothes.

It's because you refuse to exercise here.

Going out on your honeymoon allows you to exercise every day.

This shabby place doesn't even have a decent hotel.

If I had known earlier, I would have taken over Zhu Yaotian’s house and let him live here, it would have been easier for me and Yang Cheng to do things.

Qin Che didn't realize that his thoughts were perverted.

Zhu Yaotian has now become immune to the torture of Mihua and is extremely calm towards the rumors.

He felt that although Mihua was a nice person, she was a little, no, very self-willed and didn't consider his feelings at all.

She repeatedly took a shower without closing the door, exposing her round butt and scrubbing herself against the door.

Now Qin Che also has the idea of ​​moving in, although his purpose is different from Mihua’s.

If Zhu Yaotian were given a choice, between these two perverted investment tycoons, he would probably choose Qin Che, at least he wouldn't have to look at his butt every day.

"We've been married for so long, and we haven't had a good time going out. Every day we're either dealing with pigs or chickens. I feel so bad for not taking you on a good vacation."

When he said the last sentence, Qin Che's tone sounded very self-blaming.

Yang Cheng looked at Qin Che's expression and felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.

She felt that the purpose of this honeymoon was not very pure.

But no matter what Qin Che's purpose for her honeymoon was, she didn't have time now.

"I don't have time. The 'Chicken King Contest' will be held in two months. I need to prepare well."

Qin Che's eyes dimmed and he hung his head, looking disappointed.

Yang Cheng felt a little reluctant, "How about... we spend our honeymoon in Zhuzhu Village? We can all take a few days off and let the employees work..."

Qin Che looked at Yang Cheng as if he were a fool.

It is better not to make this suggestion.

"Haven't you had enough of Zhuzhu Village? What's so fun about this place? Go hunt pheasants in the mountains?"

"Yes, yes, yes. We can hunt pheasants. We can bring Li Qiang and the others with us. They are very good at catching pheasants, and the roasted pheasants are delicious..."

Qin Che: "...Go to sleep, baby, we'll go on our honeymoon after you finish the game."

Yang Cheng: "Oh? Oh!"

Silent all night.

One of them slept soundly.

One of them slept silently.

Days pass by.

The entertainment show is getting closer.

All the farm employees in Zhuzhu Village had expressions of nervousness, anticipation, and mystery.

Every farm has rehearsed almost all the performances. As long as there are no accidents on the day of the performance, such as heavy rain, beautiful women, handsome men, spicy hot pot, etc.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, the show will be completed perfectly.

They are very confident about their show, and their expressions are confident, joyful and enthusiastic.

However, this reflects a problem.

For example, as employees of a pig farm, when they see that the employees of a fish farm have confident expressions, they will feel a little uneasy and a little bit insecure: Are their programs a little better than their own?

So everyone is confident on the surface, but suspicious in their hearts...

Some individual employees would inquire about competitors' programs like Yang Cheng did, but they were not as lucky as Yang Cheng and could not find out either.

The farm employees all kept their mouths shut and refused to reveal a single word about the program.

Even the people closest to me cannot be asked a single question.

One day, Uncle Yimao’s wife asked him at night, what kind of show is performed at the chicken farm?

Uncle Yimao laughed and replied: "We just do it casually, the important thing is to participate."

Yimao's wife: "What on earth is that?"

Uncle Yimao: "Just do it casually."

Yimao’s wife: “…If you don’t want to tell me, get out.”

A few minutes later.

Uncle Yimao: "What's going on? You won't even let me touch you? Ah...ah...ah...my butt hurts so much, why did you kick me under the bed?!"

a few days later.

The tense and anxious days are finally over.

The Zhuzhu Village themed cultural evening party "Singing to Promote Harmony, Working Together for Development" officially began.

Workers had been setting up the stage at the Zhuzhu Village Entertainment Plaza since the morning, and little kids in diapers and paper diapers from the village came out to watch.

They would gather around the workers and watch them tinker with their work, then run up to the display board and stomp on it, then stick their butts out and look at the red banners on the ground.

Or, he would yell into the newly installed speaker:

"Lulala, lulala, lulala, I love taking a bath, the turtle fell down, yaoiyaoyao, be careful of fleas, there are so many bubbles, yaoiyao..."

The little brat's roar spread to every corner of Zhuzhu Village.

Everyone knows that the stage is being set up and the event is about to begin.

The actors at the farm are practicing their final performance.