Chapter 950 Nimacha He Nailong
In the early morning, the alarm on Mr. Long's cell phone woke him up, and he was on the lake in Taiqinggou before dawn.
Now that his temporary backer He Naiko has acquiesced, he still has to continue working on his small project.
Since it is a career, Mr. Long is very serious and his attitude must be correct.
Getting up early, enduring hardship, and being cold are all trivial matters.
Although Dijiazi didn't let his cousin and Long Er live in the house, he called them all over when he was working.
Master Long didn't mention a word about He Naizi.
Afraid of scaring them all away, they just vaguely passed by without going into details.
Drill holes and release fish, everything is done step by step. All that remains is to celebrate the New Year and hold a grand winter fishing festival.
With Naiko's involvement, Master Long left many things to Long Er.
Anyway, Mr. Long has already laid the groundwork some time ago, and he just wants to talk about the specific matters.
What kind of Yangko team, what kind of etiquette company, what kind of fish-buying shill.
Long Shao wrote two pieces of paper and asked Long Er and his cousin to implement them one by one.
After finishing the work, Mr. Long went to his uncle and grandpa's house to get a lot of hard food. Today is the Chinese New Year, so He Naizi must be well served.
At dawn, Long Shao returned to Dixiangzi.
At this time, He Naizi had also woken up and was tightening the restraints on Huang Ping and the others. Who knew when they would wake up and they would not be in trouble again.
After Mr. Long entered the house, he started cooking. The ingredients were very hard, frozen and hard, and they needed to be cooked.
While working, Mr. Long always felt that He Naizi was looking at him, that kind of direct, unabashed look.
What does this mean?
Did you really fall in love with yourself after having a drink?
Just receiving such attention made Young Master Long feel fuzzy in his heart, as if he was prey.
In order to relieve the uneasiness in my heart, I can only find something to say when I have nothing to say.
"Well, your Lady Queen, these people on the ground will not starve to death, right?
Do you want to wake me up and have something to eat? If you starve to death, how about exchanging hostages? ”
He Naizi looked at Young Master Long with good eyes, but she couldn't understand why this person who looked like a little ruffian had such a noble bloodline?
In my own lineage, the Nimacha family is considered a third-rate, semi-quasi-second-rate family in the shamanism system, and it is also considered prominent.
But compared with Nala's, it just doesn't show up. It's definitely several levels lower.
At least in terms of inheritance, it's not even a little bit different.
I think that in the beginning, I went into exile overseas because my bloodline was not good enough and I couldn't make it in the local area, so I looked for another way out.
It happened that he made a fortune in that island country, and a foreign monk who knew how to chant sutras was reused, and then he came to the forefront.
However, I did not dare to use the name of shamanism, so I could only cover my face with another Shinto religion.
After so many years of cheating and abduction, and all these years, before my grandfather died, he always had one thought, that is, to come back.
No matter what method I use, I just want to come back and stand out.
However, the cycle of heaven brings unsatisfactory retribution, and in my own generation, I am considered dead.
There was only one girl, and the Nimacha family was broken. Grandpa didn't even close his eyes when he died.
Yesterday, I knew that Young Master Long was of Nala's bloodline, and I didn't close my eyes all night.
I have thought a lot about my family, its current situation, and its precarious future.
What I don’t understand the most is that, although he is a direct descendant of the Nala family, why did Mr. Long live in such a miserable state?
No, he was not miserable, he just left shamanism and joined the officialdom.
It seems that he is not lying when he says he is a young talent.
So does he really like himself?
Thinking of this, He Naizi's thoughts were interrupted by Young Master Long, and his attitude towards Young Master Long also changed a lot.
"Long Sang, don't worry. The technique I gave them is similar to hibernation. They won't die for ten days and a half.
By the way, are you cooking New Year's Eve dinner?
Ever since I was a child, I have heard from the elders in my family that we have to eat New Year’s Eve dinner during the Chinese New Year and stay up late and eat dumplings.
It's just that many elders never came back until they died. It's a pity that they didn't get to eat this dumpling. ”
This is a lot of information. Mr. Long is not an idiot, and he can easily discern the deeper meaning of these words.
It turns out that He Naizi’s ancestors also left this land?
"Well, Your Lady Queen, it's midnight to eat dumplings. Let's have New Year's Eve dinner first in the afternoon.
Don't worry, I will definitely let you eat this dumpling. ”
He Naizi walked up to Mr. Long, put on high heels, and turned out to be taller than Mr. Long.
"Long Sang, don't call me Queen, call me He Naizi.
Let me help you cook the New Year's Eve dinner. I always watch you working alone. I am also idle when I am free, and feel the atmosphere of labor. ”
This is the biggest show of affection, right?
Young Master Long felt that happiness came a bit suddenly and he was a bit uncomfortable with it.
Instinctively, I wanted to refuse, but I was afraid that the other party would be angry, so I had to guide He Naizi to cook together.
After actually doing a good job, Mr. Long regretted it a little.
He Naiko is indeed the Queen. She has no practical value other than sitting on the table and pretending to be beautiful.
That means he can't do anything. Master Long could have cooked a table of delicious dishes in three or four hours.
As a result, with He Naizi's assist, the sky turned dark and everything was completed.
He Naizi was more excited. Looking at a table of dishes, she felt very accomplished.
After all, I participated. Does it matter whether it is a positive energy or a disservice?
Both of them were in a good mood, or pretended to be in a good mood, deliberately creating a festive atmosphere for the New Year. Mr. Long also set off a firecracker at the door of the farmhouse.
After pouring the wine, He Naizi had his own plan.
Every time Young Master Long raised his glass to toast, it was He Naizi who toasted him in the end, as if he didn't want him to drink more, or was afraid that he would drink too much.
"Long Sang, I would like to toast you with this glass of wine. Thank you for your meticulous care during this time. I am very grateful."
"Long Sang, I toast you this glass of wine. Thank you for betraying the organization for me. Thank you for liking me."
"Long Sang, I would like to toast you with this glass of wine. Thank you for being the person I entrust to my life. God loves me so much."
"Longsang, this glass of wine."
After drinking seven or eight glasses of wine, He Naizi appeared drunk, and Young Master Long was sober that he didn't drink a glass.
Drunk He Naizi began to speak messily.
"Did your son create it?
Long Sang, you have been the only one who has been kind to me since I was a child.
Everyone in my family favors boys over girls, and they all dislike me because I am a female and cannot inherit my bloodline.
Bah, those old immortals are blind.
I, Nimacha. Why do I care about bloodline?
Long Sang, we must give birth to a child of the noblest blood.
Let’s call him Nimacha He Nailong.
Long Sang, do you agree?
Can you answer me?"
Before Mr. Long could answer, He Naizi was already drunk.
Only this time, instead of sticking his head on the dining table, he collapsed in Master Long's arms.
What kind of request is this?
Who does He Naizi think of herself?
Mr. Long was a little caught off guard.
He carefully locked the door of the cellar and took a sheet to cover the four people on the ground.
Finally, he looked up to the sky and sighed, turned off the light, and climbed onto the kang.
(End of chapter)