MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses-Chapter 26 Whistle in the night wind

Chapter 26 Whistle in the night wind

"The south is full of buffaloes. I heard that buffaloes are very docile..." Lin Qing nodded in agreement, looked at Wei Lan and said seriously: "You try it first tomorrow, if it doesn't work I will switch with you!"

These words are simply the sound of nature!

Wei Lan was so moved that she wanted to cry.

Look, this is the heroine in the novel who is righteous, helpful, kind, and has a good foundation!

　　I was moved, but it is impossible for Wei Lan to switch with the heroine. She only needs to sit in the rice field to watch the grains, which is much easier than herding cows. If she really changed it, she would be afraid of God's will to kill her.

　　Don’t try to rob the heroine’s things, such as men, aura, jobs, etc.

 Wei Lan is very self-aware.

He immediately patted his chest and said righteously: "I went to the countryside for a purpose! The first thing is to help the farmer uncles with construction, and the second thing is to get an education! My father always said that I am a spoiled lazy person, so I will do this I’m so lazy that my bones will wear down!”

 After speaking, he did not forget to puff out his small chest, with a glorious face, as if he had done something extraordinary.

　　Instead of receiving the expected compliments, Wei Lan received a few big eye rolls. Wei Lan's arrogance suddenly disappeared. She shrank her neck and looked at everyone, "What are you doing? I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay, you're the best, aren't you?" Lin Qing rolled his eyes at her. He had never seen such a shameless person.

Lin Qing waved to the others, "I have to get up early tomorrow to see if there is anything left untied, and hurry up. Go to bed early!"

Beside the well in Gu's backyard, a little girl was standing there holding a kerosene lamp. In front of her, a man was sitting on a pony, and the carving knife in his hand was repeatedly moving on the bamboo. Soon, the man handed the bamboo to the little girl. , "Try?"

The bamboo is about the thickness of a finger and about five centimeters long. One end of the bamboo still has a bamboo joint, but there is an opening near the bamboo joint.

The little girl put the kerosene lamp beside the well, happily put the bamboo to her mouth, and blew lightly. Suddenly, a crisp sound of "woo woo" sounded in the backyard.

Youlan was overjoyed, "Brother is so awesome! It's done!"

In the afternoon, Tiedan made a tea whistle for her. She came back and told her brother about it. He said that he would make one for her. Youlan didn't believe it at first, but she didn't expect that his brother could actually make it.

 The bamboo whistle can also make a sound, and it sounds better than the iron whistle of the iron egg.

“Go find a rope.” Gu Chao took the bamboo whistle and carefully drilled holes on one side of the whistle with a carving knife. As long as the film on the bamboo joint was not broken, the whistle could keep blowing.

You Lan quickly found a thin hemp rope, and Gu Chao put the rope on the whistle and hung it around her neck, "Go to bed, don't disturb grandma."

There was a sound of frogs outside the window. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I vaguely seemed to hear the intermittent sound of the flute "woo, woo, woo, woo".

Wei Lan raised her upper body and looked out the window. The moonlight was beautiful and peaceful.

Yang Yan was not asleep yet, so she raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?" She didn't seem to notice the sound of the flute.

Wei Lan shook his head and listened, except for the sound of frogs and insects.

Illusion?

Wei Lan lay down again, holding the blanket and facing the wall, "No, maybe I slept too much during the day, and I can't sleep now."

The cold white moonlight shone on Wei Lan. Yang Yan looked at it for a while and thought she was homesick.

This was the first time she was so far away from home, and everything about the future was uncertain, which made Yang Yan feel a little hesitant.

A delicate young lady like Wei Lan would probably be even more uncomfortable with it than she is.

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 At noon when the dew recedes, the brigade will drive the cattle to thresh grain, so the cattle must be fed before then.

 (End of this chapter)