At this time, on the highway.
Tang Jian's car was whizzing around.
He turned a blind eye to the speed limit numbers on the road signs, and turned a deaf ear to the voice prompts "You are speeding" on the map navigation.
He regarded himself as a racer and he just drove the car out of the realm of a sports car.
The wheel is like a galloping hot wheel, and the violent friction with the ground reaches the extreme, and it is almost to the extent of sparks.
The originally planned two-hour drive, plus the delay on the road, Tang Jian froze to reach his destination in less than one and a half hours.
Fuyin Village, Songhe Town, Annan City.
Tang Jian, who had just got out of the car, saw an ancient village.
Dilapidated red diamond tiled houses, endless farmland, nowhere to stay.
He stood under the camphor tree at the entrance of the village with a black line on his face.
I occasionally saw villagers in the farmland in the distance, but there was only a big black dog nearby, staring at him and rolling his eyes.
Is this the place where Dongfang Rumeng lives
Tang Jian doubted his life.
He glanced at the specific martial art address saved in the phone: No.5 Fuyin Village.
They come, the security!
How can you win if you don't enter the tiger's den
Tang Jian said to himself and walked into the village.
"Wang-Wang-Wang"!
Unexpectedly, the big black dog that hadn't been on a leash blocked it head on!
"A good dog doesn't stand in the way."
Tang Jian was arrogant and glanced at the dog with human eyes.
"Wow-Wow-Wow-Wow!"
The big black dog seemed to understand people's words, and was so angry that he called again.
Tang Jian ignored the dog's body and walked in. A genius remembers Chinese in one second 8/1/z/o/m/
"Ah!"
The calf tightened for a while, followed by severe pain.
He was actually bitten by a dog!
"Help! Help! Help!"
Tang Jian shouted, while making a battle with the big black dog.
To no avail.
The more he moved, the tighter the big black dog's white teeth.
Fortunately, it was late autumn, Tang Jian's trousers were thicker, and they weren't bitten too deeply.
It's just that these high-priced trousers, I'm afraid they will be scrapped!
Just as Tang Jian collapsed, an old farmer carrying a burden came towards him.
"Black soil! Hey ha, let go!"
He yelled and lost a big stick.
The big black dog immediately gave up Tang Jian's calf, turned his head and focused on chewing on his bones.
The old farmer looked at Tang Jian carefully, and with his trembling legs and the torn trousers, there was a question mark on his face:
"Man, what are you doing in our village?"
Tang Jian could not take care of the injury on his leg, nor did he thank the savior, only the consultant said:
"This is Fuyin Village, Songhe Town, right?"
"Yes." ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
"Then how to get to No.5?"
"Huh?" The old farmer didn't seem to hear clearly.
"I, ask, you, A, No. 5, how do you get to this household?" Tang Jian came out verbatim, trying to put Mandarin into a dialect accent.
"Man, I am the head of household number A. What are you doing with our house?" A cloud of suspiciousness hung over the old farmer's dark face.
"Ah!" Tang Jian was so excited, he jumped up on one leg and rushed to the old peasant man, desperately approaching, "Hello, hello! I'm looking for Dongfang Rumeng."
"The East is like a dream?" The old farmer's face was covered with dark clouds, and it was about to rain.
"Well. Does he live in your house? Or is he a relative of yours?"
The old farmer's brows were squeezed into a ball, and he squeezed out tears in a hurry!
"Man, there is no such person in our village. You have come to the wrong place. Go back soon." The old farmer reminded him kindly.
He looked at Tang Jian's car parked at the entrance of the village, waved his hand, carried a load and moved away.
"Hold on!" Tang Jian, like the big black dog blocking the road, also stopped the old farmer from going, "I obviously sent the express to this address before, and someone got it!"
"What kind of express delivery? I'm all year round. No one has ever sent it to me except my daughter-in-law."
"Your daughter-in-law?" Tang Jian looked at the old farmer's wrinkled and tanned face, and he could not help but take a seat, taking a breath.
He has a thousand fortunes, but he hasn't even figured out that the female netizen who makes his dreams is a peasant woman
"Yes." The old peasant came to his wife with happiness and joy. "Our daughter-in-law has something to do. She works in the next q city and earns several thousand yuan a month. He also sends a lot of good things to our family. …"
"Wait," Tang Jian grasped the point, "Your wife works in Q City, how old is she this year? Also, who else lives in your family?"
Tang Jian is like a police officer handling the case, checking his household registration.
When he arrived at his wife, the old peasant's chatter box opened, "Of course our daughter-in-law is about the same age as us, but she looks young. There is a girl in our family who will take the college entrance examination next year!"
Tang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at what Dongfang Rumeng did in the game, coupled with the charming voice, it didn't look like an old peasant woman.
Could it be that she is the girl of this family
Thinking that Dongfang Rumeng might be the 17 or 18-year-old girl, Tang Jian suddenly became interested, holding the hand of the old farmer, and looking at Lao Zhangrao's eyes with his son-in-law, in a tone full of desire to survive:
"Uncle, I'm from Q city too. You see I was bitten by a dog and my leg is still aching. Can you take me to your house and take a break before going back?"
Hearing Q City, the old peasant's eyes brightened, as if he saw his wife who hadn't seen him for a long time, and his smile showed his yellow teeth.
"Okay, okay." The old farmer put down his burden and turned around to lead Tang Jian. "Man, come with me."
Tang Jian was moved by this simple folk customs, and strange thoughts inevitably emerged in his heart-
It would be great if his future father-in-law was the old peasant who had no defense against him, instead of Jia Ming who cheated him to sign the overlord contract.
After walking on the rough village road for a few minutes, the old farmer took Tang Jian to a standard red brick house.
Tang Jian rushed into the door without being polite, shouting: "The East is like a dream! The East is like a dream!"
The light in the room is dim, and the neatly arranged furniture can be vaguely seen.
At first glance, under a bright yellow table lamp in the back room, a girl with a ponytail, about seventeen or eighteen years old, raised her head.
Seeing Tang Jian, the girl panicked a bit, but soon showed a polite and simple smile.
"Brother, who are you looking for?"
"I'm Jianxin! I'm from the fantasy mobile game! You are like a dream in the East!!"
Tang Jian was almost at the girl's desk, almost roaring.
The girl looked innocent, her big eyes were full of confusion, and she didn't know where a strange man appeared.
The old farmer came over with a bowl of water, handed it to Tang Jian, and said to his daughter: