Chapter: 90

"Well, let's take a photo." Zhang Han nodded.

"Thank you boss." The pockmarked man looked happy, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, stood under the Leiyang tree, and asked his men to take a photo at 360 degrees.

On the grass, in front of the flower area, they all took pictures, and even wanted to take a photo with the cute Mengmeng, but he was embarrassed to say this.

It wasn't just the pock-marked man, several of his subordinates also took a lot of photos here, and finally bid farewell to Zhang Han and Mengmeng enthusiastically, and then walked down the mountain step by step.

"Here...is really a paradise! This boss is really a god. Normally, I can't imagine that anyone can create such a wonderful place."

The pock-marked man stood on the edge of the jungle, took one last look at the beautiful scenery here, and left reluctantly.

On the Crescent Mountain, under the Leiyang Tree.

After playing with Mengmeng for a while, Zhang Han got up and said:

"Mengmeng, Dad is going to work, you and Xiaohei can play here!"

"Eh?" Mengmeng was taken aback, and asked in a milky voice, "Papa, where are you going to work?"

"It's there." Zhang Han pointed to the paddy field behind the mountain and said, "It's almost noon, and the sun is hotter. You can play in the shade here."

"Uh huh, no, I want to play next to Papa, uh... Mengmeng doesn't feel hot either." Mengmeng pouted and said.

"That's fine."

Zhang Han shook his head with a smile. It was approaching noon, and the temperature here in Xiangjiang was very high, and he would sweat profusely after walking outside for a while.

But in Crescent Mountain, the temperature will basically be maintained at around 23 degrees, and the relative humidity will be around 55%, which is the most comfortable temperature and climate for the human body.

Coupled with the fresh air and beautiful environment, this place can already be regarded as a holiday resort for ordinary people.

And all of this is of course due to the Thunder Yang Tree.

Zhang Han also knew that the temperature was good, but the sun was still very strong, and long-term exposure would also form a bronzed skin, so Zhang Han subconsciously wanted Mengmeng to play in the shade.

But since Mengmeng is so clingy and wants to follow, Zhang Han nodded in agreement. Now it is past eleven o'clock, and at Zhang Han's speed, it will take about two hours to transplant the 200-square-meter paddy field.

It usually takes three hours for ordinary people to transplant 200 square meters of rice seedlings. Of course, Zhang Han's current physique wants to be faster, and he can compress the speed to within an hour, but he doesn't want to do this. Enjoy the pastoral life.

"oops."

Walking to the front of the paddy field, Zhang Han patted his head and murmured: "I forgot to buy boots!"

There is still a little secret in the hundred secrets, but even with Zhang Han's complete preparations, he will still find some things that he didn't notice when he was about to work.

"Forget it, go barefoot." Zhang Han took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs and walked into the rice field with the seedlings.

"Papa, Papa, would you like Mengmeng to help you!" Mengmeng cried milkily on the side grass.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Han laughed a few times when he saw Mengmeng volunteering, and replied: "No, you can play with Xiaohei, and go out to eat when Dad plants the seedlings at the door!"

"oh."

Mengmeng nodded obediently, then turned to Xiao Hei who was lying on the ground.

The cute little palms are constantly scratching Xiao Hei's head and body, and Xiao Hei is twisting and turning, and sometimes it hurts, but Xiao Hei dare not move, he is afraid that if he exerts all his strength, he will tear the little princess away. dragged down.

It can only endure the occasional pain and play with Mengmeng who is about to become a little devil in its eyes. It glances at Mengmeng from time to time. I don't know when she will stop the cruel little palm!