The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked down at the book in his hand and didn't even lift his head: “The day after tomorrow will come. ”

“Yao Yao, tell me what kind of place it is.” Joe Tianjin has been wondering for days what kind of place Tombo Ramadan's home camp is, is it the same as Baishan Village?

But whatever he thinks is wrong, he can only ask Ning Mengyao.

“Don't you know the day after tomorrow?” Ning Mengyao didn't intend to tell Qiaotian what he wanted to say, and he really couldn't say it clearly for a while and a half.

Joe Tian looked at Ning Mengyao. If he wanted to complain, he would complain as much as he wanted. The frost on the side of his eyes kept rubbing his arms. This look is too much. Do you want to complain so much? Miss doesn't seem to be doing much about him.

Ning Mengyao reached out and pushed away the grieving face in front of him and continued reading calmly.

While watching this scene, the frosty eyelid jumped, then turned a silent white eye. After all, the young lady was amazing. Uncle, this seemed rare, she could ignore it directly.

“Yao Yao, why don't you tell me what Tombo Sai really looks like?” Joe Tianjin is really curious.

Ning Mengyao was given by Qiao Tianchang so much that he couldn't read the book, he helplessly put down his book opening: “Actually, it's a little like Tombo Jade, but it's different. There are all kinds of workshops and lots of people in there. The place is far from the hustle and bustle, and I really want to be there for Uncle Jen, but it's more popular than there. ”

By saying this, Joe Tian had the space to imagine: “No wonder. ”

He knew something about Tombao Ramadan's sale, but no one had ever seen them except the workshop in Baishan Village. Turns out their workshop was in one place, and no one could get in.

“You're right, the outsiders can't get in, and even if you do, no one can take you in.” That's where the old guys worked together.

Qiao Tianjing looked at Ning Mengyao unexpectedly, and wanted to make him think more.

“Don't ask. You'll find out the day after tomorrow.” Tell her to be specific, that's impossible, or save it.

Joe Tian saw her so clearly that he probably really didn't want to talk about it, so he had to shut up and let her continue reading.

Two days later, Joe Tianyan and they came to an empty place. In Joe Tianyan's confusion, Qingxuan went to a place and didn't know what he had done. Then, Ning Mengyao walked over with two children, but the person disappeared for a moment.

“Sir, what are you doing standing there? Don't you want to go in?” Qingxuan looked at Joe Tianjin, shocked and asked.

Joe Tian glanced at them silently and then calmly stood up and followed them in.

It was empty, but it was all kinds of tall buildings, and there were a couple of sights that were dozens of meters high, and if you look at the window, you can see that there are at least 10 floors.

“Is the house that tall?” Joe Tian opened his eyes and asked in surprise.

“Of course, it's not the highest, the highest is elsewhere, the lady can do anything.” Green bamboo said with admiration.

I thought the young lady said they could build a house like this, but nobody believed it, not all of them now?

Joe Tian unconsciously remembered what Ning Mengyao had told him. Is this house also owned by her predecessor in that place?

“This is the real Tombo Ramadan.” Everyone else knows that Tombo Ramadan is just a shop, or a name, and this is different. This is the root of everyone in Tombo Ramadan. As long as it's the master cabinet in the store outside, the house is in this place, and every once in a while they come back to see it, or stay for a while, and then go back.

Joe Tian looked around and was amazed: "This place is great. ”

“Naturally, it took me three years to build it, and, by the way, Ryan, they're here.” Ning Mengyao said suddenly.

Joe Tian nodded his head and said, “Do these houses belong to that place? ”