In the south of Taoli Mountain Villa, there is an apple forest, with dense branches growing through the ground. From a distance, it looks like a lush green cloud. Looking at the forest, you can tell the hills and valleys on the ground.

It was midsummer, and the fruit had just sucked a rain that had come but was dripping with joy. It was originally a bit wilted and moist at this time.

At this time of year, it is the time when the residents of the manor are busy. Because of this season of rainwater, not only apples will ripen, but even peaches with beautiful local flavors in the manor are on the verge of harvest. After some time of understanding, Huo Jie also has some understanding of this strange but indeed worthy of envy and admiration. The manor mainly produces various fruit tree planting industries. Some of the picked fruits are sold to other places, while the other is processed by the manor.

The wine produced into various desserts to maintain the daily needs of the huge manor. The reason why the manor was named Taoli is to mention that the entire manor was proud of and they cultivated a new variety of peaches. The wine made from peaches and dried peach blossoms as raw materials and the wine made from exclusive secrets is rich and fragrant. It is a long and lasting taste. You can taste the taste of human accidents from it. Therefore, the owner of the manor has been greatly amazed since the advent of peach wine, which has changed the name of the entire manor.

Once a scholar once traveled here, drinking peach wine and drunk to the bottom of his heart, rolling his sleeves and writing, writing: A bottle of water, a drifting day after day, I entered the mortal world and wandered from the stream, so I dreamed of thousands of words, like an antelope hanging on the horns. After the past, I passed away, and the old things that passed away, and the truest self, I would all put them into this little bit of nectar.

This experience and words of this literati are also recorded in Zhuang Zhi.

Therefore, when Huo Jie heard the man's evaluation and feelings about the wine, he was also quite yearning for the peach liquor.

People who are busy and dressed in simple clothes are busy in dense apple forests. They each perform their own duties, consciously forming an orderly process for picking fruits, transportation and unloading, and operation management.

"How do you feel? Still adapting to this job?" The girl's face was filled with youthful vitality, and she casually used a ribbon to form a bunch on her back. She was sitting on a branch, with her back against the trunk, and her long, swaying snow-white legs, hanging in front of Huo Jie's eyes, were dazzling white flowers.

Looking at the feet wearing exquisitely high-waisted boots, Huo Jie grinned: "Besides it's good, can you say anything else?"

"Oh, if you think it's not good, I'll let my father change it for you. You don't have to be polite to me."

"Then I'll thank Miss Yun Xiaochan for first, but I'm really not that interesting. This job is quite suitable for me." Huo Jie smiled faintly.

Suddenly, he felt a little quiet above his head. He looked up strangely and saw Yun Xiaochan's innocent big eyes looking at him with interest.

Huo Jie made an expression of ignorance, curled his lips, and then buried his head in doing his own duties.

"I didn't expect that your hand holding the pen could do rough work." The girl supported her pointed chin, and her agile eyes keenly captured the fine sweat on Huo Jie's neck.

"Are you laughing at me? Oh, it turns out that you have always looked down on me. Have you always regarded me as a person who talks loudly on paper?" Huo Jie straightened his waist, half-joking and half-seriously with a smile on his eyes.

Yun Xiaochan was speechless and hesitated a little embarrassedly: "How can I look down on you?"

Huo Jie waved his hand gently: "Scholars ruin the country. Literatures who have no practice and life are just staying at the spiritual level. Even if they decorate the castles in the sky, they do not belong to this world after all. After all, true art always comes from real life. Such a villain, although there is a thousand words in his writing, he has no plan in his heart. He is perplexed and obsessed with words and sentences, which is of no use to the world. At the same time, he will be disliked by others because of his nagging. Is it more than you who despise such a sour scholar?"

He glanced at Huo Jie's strands that were scattered and straying away from the belt, which seemed a little elegance. Under the influence of his unique feeling under the brief contact, Yun Xiaochan suddenly felt that Huo Jie's face was so handsome. He looked as if he had a deep eyes of Western ancestry. He was upright but not exaggerated to cover a small piece of charming shadow on his face, and the entire Zhang Chi's moderate face shape. It was a perfect combination. Even though he was only wearing a frugal coarse cloth at this time, it was still clean and palpitations.

The girl was a little distracted. But soon, her blank head returned to her consciousness, and she couldn't help but be upset about herself. This anger came from childhood education, but the environment and childhood education she lived in was not strictly strict. It can only be said that she was bound by the rules and regulations that have gradually evolved by her growth years. But this cannot be blamed. No one can control or predict her own values, especially the young man's age of thin consciousness. She defined her psychology as frivolity, and she felt a little ashamed of this, even if everything she had just wandered in her heart and had not yet taken into actual action.

Two moving sanxias climbed beside Yun Xiaochan's lovely face, and she made a metaphor for everything she had just born in her heart that she could think of at this moment - a beautiful and charming girl wearing a snow-white gauze dress waiting for the return of the Dragon Slayer who saved the entire empire. At this moment, she was conceiving various scenes of meeting and preparing to give her passionate kiss and chastity for this.

This metaphor made her feel ashamed of herself. The reason why this simple and lively little girl could do such an analogy was really poisoned by the novel in her hand, at least she thought so.

She spread the luxuriously decorated gilded edge "Ancient Western Anecdotes and Unofficial History" the largest, lifting her arms flat, hiding her face behind the book as much as possible, because the weight of this thick book in hardcover was really not light, and the girl's slender arms trembled slightly.

Looking at Yun Xiaochan's strange movements, Huo Jie raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

Yun Xiaochan was indifferent.

Looking at Yun Xiaochan who only gave her eyes to her, and her arm that was trying hard to maintain her desperately, Huo Jie secretly felt funny. He pulled the book off like a cat and rat. Yun Xiaochan was shocked and quickly rubbed her cheeks with both hands, pretending to be calm and ignorant, looking around and pulling this and that, and the innocent weather was praised by her again.

Although he didn't understand what he had given birth, Huo Jie looked at Yun Xiaochan's simple and cute appearance in a hurry, but he was consciously good at acting skills, and a warm curve was picked on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!