You must never be merciful to your enemies, otherwise you will be the one begging for mercy from your enemies in the future.

The life lessons gained after suffering losses, being fooled, and being slapped in the face are wealth, wealth that is more important than money.

Gu Qing and Feng Aweng discussed it, and the two determined the route and interval of the villagers' daily patrols. Then they could only wait for the person who spied on the porcelain kiln to fall into a trap.

After finishing his business, Gu Qing sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree to rest. He closed his eyes and smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, feeling as if he was in another world.

One year in his previous life, the class organized an autumn outing. It was also under the osmanthus tree in the golden autumn. A beautiful woman told him shyly that she happened to spray osmanthus perfume today, and said that her mouth also tasted of osmanthus.

Ask him if he believes it.

How could Gu Qing believe it, so he gave her a serious education, telling her that human saliva contains proteins, organic acids, biological enzymes and varying amounts of germs, and none of these substances could taste like osmanthus.

Finally, he told her earnestly that she should read more and read the right books...

Now that Gu Qing thinks back, he seems to have overlooked something...

What was overlooked?

Yes, I forgot to tell her that the secretion of saliva is controlled by sympathetic nerves and parasympathetic nerves. When different nerves are excited, they can cause different salivary gland secretions. This is a very important knowledge point. I actually forgot to popularize the science. I don’t know that.

It's really worrying whether this beautiful woman has passed the final biology exam.

If there is an opportunity to popularize science in this life, the knowledge points must be comprehensive.

After regaining consciousness, Gu Qing raised his head, glanced casually, and then pushed Song Gensheng next to him with his arm: "What kind of tree is that with golden and green fruits?"

Song Gensheng took a look and said, "The orange tree is almost ripe at this time of year. Do you want to eat it?"

Gu Qing shook his head: "I don't want to eat it, but I still want to eat meat, all kinds of meat..."

Song Gensheng swallowed secretly and seemed eager to try.

Gu Qing stood up and held his shoulders to prevent him from getting up: "I'll do it."

"You stay here, don't move around, I'll pick some oranges."

After speaking, Gu Qing gave him a kind look and stepped forward to climb the tree. His climbing movements were very clumsy, showing that he was trying very hard.

The wild oranges were not as sweet as expected, and had a bit of sourness. Gu Qing ate one piece and then stopped eating, but Song Gensheng ate them with juice splashing out, looking like he was enjoying it.

"You have to worry about building the village school. The village school is built, and the gentleman invited by the county is coming." Gu Qing's hands were covered with yellow orange peel juice, and he wiped it on Song Gensheng's clothes in disgust.

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Song Gensheng's mouth was stuffed with oranges, and he grunted like a pig.

After swallowing the orange in his mouth, Song Gensheng looked at the nearby terrain, and his eyes suddenly focused on a certain place, with a strange look in his eyes.

Gu Qing didn't pay attention to his eyes, and was still thinking about the villagers' patrol in his mind.

He did have the idea of ​​running Shiqiao Village. Since that Mid-Autumn Festival night, he found that he had a sense of belonging to this mountain village, so it was also his responsibility to make this village rich because of his arrival.

The porcelain kiln is his current foundation for making money, and there is no room for failure in this. So in terms of safety precautions, there must be comprehensive coordination. The patrol team organized by the villagers has a hammer in the east and a stick in the west. There are so many loopholes that Gu Qing can even think in an instant.

Come up with ten ways to sneak into the porcelain kiln without anyone noticing, and see all the secrets that need to be seen.

It seems like something must be done...

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Gu Qing returned home and started busy without saying a word.

I found someone to dig half a load of sand and dry soil from the river beach, and then I found a villager who could do carpentry work in the village to make a large-sized table. Finally, I sat on the threshold alone, peeling the wooden branches with a kitchen knife one by one.

Cut the branches into lengths about the size of your index finger.

Zhang Huaiyu had been watching him busy and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing again?"

"Make something good-looking but not very interesting..." Gu Qing replied without raising his head, and then added: "This thing is not edible. I told you in advance, don't bite it while I'm not paying attention and it will collapse."

Don’t blame me, tooth.”

Zhang Huaiyu said dissatisfied: "In your eyes, am I that greedy?"

Gu Qing thought about it seriously and said seriously: "Yes."

Before Zhang Huaiyu could get angry, Gu Qing said again: "Greeting is nothing to be ashamed of. If you are your age, more than a thousand years later, you are still a girl in middle school and growing in body, if you eat more, no one will laugh at you.

Yes. Look at me, I am also growing, and every meal is full of meat and pleasure. Am I ashamed? I am not."

Zhang Huaiyu snorted and sat down next to him angrily, pouting in a rare childlike manner.

"It's getting dark, why don't you cook? I'm hungry!"

Gu Qing was shocked. It was getting dark before he knew it. When did he start working and he became so selfless?

Putting down what he was doing, Gu Qing said, "I'm going to cook."

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Qing turned around and said, "You have eaten so many of my meals. If my life is in danger in the future, you will definitely draw your sword to help me, right?"

There was a smile in Zhang Huaiyu's eyes: "Not necessarily, it depends on whether the person who kills you is a good person or a bad person. If he is a good person, I will take the initiative to hand him the knife."

Gu Qing sighed and decided to talk to Song Gensheng's father tomorrow and ask him if he had any medicine like "I love a piece of firewood", which he could put into the food, and then watch a arrogant and lewd pole dance.

After dinner, Gu Qing came to Song Gensheng's house.

He had been living in the Song family these days, and it was an unchangeable fact that Zhang Huaiyu occupied his bed. Gu Qing had no choice but to compromise. Fortunately, Song Gensheng's bed was also very soft, but Song Gensheng was not willing to sleep on the floor every time. It didn't matter.

Sometimes you don’t need to pay too much attention to the feelings of scholars, as long as the pretentiousness is over.

Song Gensheng was not at home tonight. Gu Qing was surprised for a long time. He was a well-known good boy. He would definitely go home before dark. He didn't know what he was doing tonight.

Gu Qing lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

At midnight, a gong suddenly sounded from the direction of the porcelain kiln on the mountain. The clanging sound echoed over the mountain village. The sleepy villagers were awakened and rushed out one after another. The whole village was lit with torches.

Gu Qing also woke up, standing at the door with his clothes on, looking towards the direction of the porcelain kiln in astonishment.

The sound of the gong was still loud and rapid, and Gu Qing ran towards the mountain quickly without any time to think.

He had just climbed halfway up the hillside when a figure came flying towards him. Gu Qing was just about to kick him away when he heard the figure shout: "Don't do anything, it's me!"

Gu Qing took a closer look and saw that it was Song Gensheng.

Why did he run down the mountain in the middle of the night?

"You..." Before Gu Qing had time to ask, Song Gensheng dragged him down the mountain with a panic expression.

Gu Qing was confused and couldn't help being dragged away by him. After running for a while, Gu Qing finally couldn't help it anymore.

"What's going on? You're as panic-stricken as a lost dog. Are you poking a hornet's nest?"
Chapter completed!