Yun Zhao took the notice of going to the countryside three times and walked into a cow dung wonderland called Xiyuan Village.
She felt she had been cheated.
On the first day after entering the village, I met an old man blowing a dry pipe. Both of them despised each other.
Yun Zhao used a model that they couldn't understand to calculate the price of raw goods: "The processing premium is 35%, and the profit is doubled! Is it more valuable than picking manure?"
The old man frowned at her and glared: "The solar terms settle accounts! The blood of porcelain dolls doesn't even taste good when fed to mosquitoes!"
I held this breath till night.
Yun Zhao accidentally walked to a field and saw the light of a kerosene lamp flowing out of a window.
The old man held a short pencil crookedly and wrote the word "Tao".
The rustle in the night cut through the silence like a bamboo knife, and also cut into pieces all her anger and sense of superiority.
Until the sound stops.
Under the moonlight, the silent Xiao He was hidden in the shadows, and the sound of the bamboo sword paused slightly.
He turned his head and looked through the darkness at her tear-stained face with eyes like ancient wells.
Yun Zhao seemed to hear the question in his heart:
"Temperature is the root..."
"Can your algorithm pave the way?"
The story of a delicate girl who went to the countryside to reform and met a handsome young man from the countryside
Intention: will will