Chapter 471

Mu qiange didn't answer his question. For these children, the temptation of money may be great, but she didn't want these simple children to fantasize about money so early.

"You tell me, what do you want to do when you grow up to make money?" Mu qiange asked.

Utoshan, udoji's child, said, "if I have a lot of money, I will build a road to the outside."

Utoshan's eyes were filled with longing and expectation.

Another child praised Bajie and said, "I want to buy a TV."

With that, Kua let Bajie shake his head with a lost face and said, "no, it's not OK to buy a TV. You shouldn't watch it."

Mu qiange understands why they are so lost, because even electricity is unstable here, let alone watching TV.

But mu qiange still said with a firm face, "as long as you work hard, what you want will be realized one day, right?"

Next, the children answered in a loud voice, "yes!"

Jane Zheng sat on the wooden bench at the door with a bucket of water beside her legs. She watched her teach the children not far away. She had to admit that the children she taught were not bad.

I have to admit that this woman has a high Eq.

Just when it was noon break, the children rushed out of the classroom and went home for dinner. When they saw Jane sitting at the door, they said hello: "Hello, teacher Jane."

Jane's administration was also serious to the children, so the children were afraid of him, asked him well and ran away.

Mu qiange came out of the classroom and saw Jian Zheng sitting in the sun. Who was filled in the bucket beside his leg and asked, "have you gone to the back mountain to fetch water?"

"HMM." Jian Zheng said coolly.

"I think you've been pumping water back and forth for many times. Do you have a big meal at noon? You need so much water." I know there can't be a big meal here, so I deliberately asked.

Jian Zheng picked his eyebrow and said, "you are so careless in class. I know it after several trips."

Mu qiange smiled, approached him and said in his ear, "as long as it's you, I'm very concerned."

Then he took a step back, tilted his head and asked with a smile, "are you moved?"

"It's time for the children to see what their teacher's virtue is." Jian Zheng got up, picked up the bucket and went back to the house.

"What to eat at noon?" Mu qiange didn't care about his words. She had already trained to be invulnerable.

"Sweet potato, dried vegetables," Jian Zheng replied.

Mu thousand pigeons wailed when they heard the speech: "ah! Sweet potatoes and dried vegetables again?"

"I want to eat instant noodles." Mu qiange went back to the room to look for instant noodles in the cabinet.

But when I opened the cabinet, I found that there was no bag of instant noodles.

"Instant noodles?" Mu thousand pigeons turned and asked.

"The next day you never eat, three meals a day are instant noodles. Don't you count how many you bring." Jian Zheng taught him impolitely.

He doesn't agree with her about eating instant noodles three meals a day. Instant noodles are not good for her health. This woman also eats instant noodles three meals a day.

He has acne on his face and complains.

Muqian pigeon sat in front of the table and looked at the sweet potatoes and black dried vegetables on the old wooden table. He complained: "I'll terminate the contract when I go back! I'm going to sign Li Xi's company."

Li Xi will not let her suffer.

"Go through this disaster first." Jane Zheng interrupted her thoughtlessly.

"You are so disappointed!" Mu qiange pouted unhappily.

Seeing that she really didn't like sweet potatoes, Jane Zheng pulled out two packets of pickled mustard from the cabinet, and she brought the rest.

But seeing mustard, mu qiange was not interested: "Mustard should be delicious with instant noodles. I knew I would bring more instant noodles."

"Still bring? Your suitcase is full. I thought you brought clothes and cosmetics. Your feelings are all food. Forget instant noodles. What do you bring hot pot seasoning for? You think you're on vacation?" Jane Zheng couldn't help criticizing her.

When she first arrived, the moment she opened the box, he was really willing to bow down.

I never thought that most of the heavy boxes were food.

What's more, she ate all the instant noodles in just a few days.

However, Jian Zheng felt pitiful when he saw her holding sweet potato Ken and looking at the greasy light on her head.

"After dinner, you wash your hair and then take a bath," Jian Zheng said.

Mu thousand pigeons looked up at him: "there is no water."

The chickenpox they cook and drink water every day has to go to Houshan. It's a long way and difficult to walk, so she hasn't washed her hair or bathed for several days.

Take a bath, wash your hair?

I can't even think about it.

Jane Zheng threw the last mouthful of sweet potato into his mouth and lit the window with his chin.

Mu qiange's eyes followed him, and then he found that a whole row of buckets were lined by the window, filled with water, and her eyes were shining.

"It's all from you?" Mu qiange's surprised eyes.

Jane nodded with a casual attitude: "it's really boring in the morning, so I beat a few more barrels."

"How many buckets?" Mu qiange touched him with his elbow, endured the joy in his heart and said, "don't load it. We only have one bucket. You borrowed these buckets."

Jane glanced at her awkwardly: "borrowed it from udoji."

"Specially for washing my hair and bathing?" the smile on mu qiange's face made Jian Zheng feel more embarrassed.

Jane Zheng stood up and walked out: "your hair is too ugly. I can't stand it."

Mu thousand pigeons gnawed their teeth, pulled their hair and smelled: "it stinks. It smells good."

Although it doesn't smell good, it doesn't smell bad

Thinking so, she smelled it again. It really didn't smell good.

"There's no way. There's no water in this place. I can't waste the hard-earned water resources." Mu qiange shouted at the top of his voice.

Jane closed the door and said, "wash quickly. I'll keep the wind at the door."

At noon, everyone was eating, but Jian Zheng was afraid that he would leave and someone suddenly went in.

"I didn't find you so careful at ordinary times." Mu qiange was very happy. This was the first time he took the initiative to think of her.

And she knew how troublesome it was to fetch water, so she didn't ask for a shampoo. He found that she should wash her hair.

Isn't that a concern?

Even if it's not concern, it's concern.

Whether it is concern or concern, it is a good sign for Muqian pigeon.

Mu thousand pigeons untied their tied hair and said, "there is no shampoo and shower gel."

When she came, she only brought food and clothes. She didn't expect to bring shampoo.

"I asked kuarang Bajie's mother for some shampoo. If there is no shower gel, you can wash it with soap."

Jane Zheng said to her through the door: "it's good to wash. Don't pick."

Muqian pigeon is not a choice, but she has never taken a bath with soap.

But the current conditions are difficult, and it is really not a time to be picky. She picked up the bottle of shampoo she had never seen before, wet her hair, and shouted to the people outside the door while washing: "do you want to peek?"

"Don't want to grow needle eyes." Jian Zheng's voice was as cold as a man without needs.