Song Hongju looked at Zhao Zhenhua's face and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether a farmer is studying or not. Sometimes, it is not good to study too much, and he can't work and endure hardships."

Damn, this is despising scholars!

Zhao Zhenhua was even more unhappy. Knowing that the girl had never studied, she deliberately asked: "Where did you study before?"

Song Hongju was not embarrassed at all and said directly: "I have never studied."

"Oh." Zhao Zhenhua answered expressionlessly.

Song Hongju was a little unhappy, and her eyelids sank slightly: "But I will settle the score."

"Is that so? What does one-half plus one-third equal?" Zhenhua blurted out.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Zhenhua had no intention of insulting people, nor did he deliberately make fun of Song Hongju's heart. He just said this without any speculation and said without thinking!

Song Hongju never expected that the other party would set questions to test him. She looked stunned and said, "Two plus three, that's not...5, one-fifth?"

Of course Zhao Zhenhua wanted to laugh, but he tried to hold it back and nodded, "Well, you're pretty good..."

Song Hongju glared at Zhao Zhenhua, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How many high school students are there in your Dongwan Village?"

"Three." Zhao Zhenhua said.

"Then what's your name?" Song Hongju asked hesitantly.

"My name is Zhao Zhenhua."

"What? You are... Zhao Zhenhua?" Song Hongju was very surprised and stood up suddenly.

"Why, do you know me?" Zhao Zhenhua was confused.

"You are Zhao Zhenhua who blocked a wedding car in Dongwan Village... and wanted cigarettes and fought with the matchmaker?" Song Hongju stared at Zhenhua's face.

Zhao Zhenhua's face became hot, so he stood up and said word by word: "Yes, I am that Zhao Zhenhua!"

Anyway, this blind date was riled, so Zhao Zhenhua simply took the initiative. He could still maintain a little dignity. He explained with a humble explanation, which would only make him even more embarrassing!

"It turns out that he is a lunatic! This damn Wang Xiang, I didn't make it clear in advance!" Song Hongju glared at Zhao Zhenhua, opened the door and left!

Zhao Zhenhua also glared at Song Hongju, walked out of the room lazily, and said to his mother and Xiuzhen: "Mom, aunt, let's go back!"

Seeing the expressions of the two young men, Xiuzhen knew that they had already failed, so she and Song Chuang were polite and said a few words, pulled Cuihong away.

Zhenhua strode ahead, and was cursing in his heart.

Why didn’t this damn Wang Xiang explain clearly to the other party in advance? If someone had known that he was a lunatic Zhao Zhenhua, wouldn’t he have avoided today’s blind date? He made me go for nothing and was despised by Song Hongju!

Also, I didn’t expect that my name would spread so far!

Song Cultivation Hall is five or six miles away from Dongwan Village. Song Hongju actually knows his glorious history?

...

Zhao Chenghai was very depressed, so depressed that he wanted to go crazy!

Only after his son failed his first blind date did he realize the power of Hao Guolan's broken mouth!

Moreover, it has only been three days since Zhao Zhenhua's first blind date. There are new versions and sequels about his mental illness and specific stories, including three villages and five miles, which have become the topic of conversation for people after dinner.

The most widely circulated version is like this:

Zhao Zhenhua went on a blind date and asked the girl about the question, asking how many stars there were in the sky, how many hairs there were on the big bull, how many feces could a load of manure be divided into, and how many grains of rice there were in a bowl of rice?! The girls who were going on a blind date were crazy!

Zhao Chenghai naturally knew that his son was not a lunatic and would not ask such a question. This story was obviously done by Hao Guolan's superb artistic processing.

But good things don’t go out and bad things spread thousands of miles away. Such interesting stories naturally spread quickly. Zhao Chenghai was covered in his mouth and could not explain it!

What made Zhao Chenghai even more depressed was that this stubborn son Zhenhua didn’t explain a word. Someone asked him in person if this was the case, but he actually nodded and said yes!

The days were just as Zhao Chenghai and his wife sighed, and they were moving forward day by day.

In a blink of an eye, it is winter moon.

That afternoon, Zhao Chenghai carried a pot of ten kilograms of sesame oil and a hundred eggs, and went to the town like a thief.

When Zhenhua saw his father sneaking out of the door, he came to ask his mother: "Mom, where is my father going? Why are you doing with sesame oil and eggs?"

"Go to the town and find the donor director of the credit union to get a loan." said the mother.

“Isn’t it enough to build a house?”

"Well, after all, I'm still missing two thousand yuan. I can't afford the high interest rate, so I'll ask about the loan first." Mother Cuihong said.

Zhao Zhenhua was silent. He couldn't help with such things.

In the evening, Zhao Chenghai came back, bringing all the sesame oil and eggs back.

Cuihong took the egg from her husband's hand and asked carefully: "What, will the donor not give a loan?"

Zhao Zhenhua took the sesame oil from his father's hand and didn't ask a word. He confiscated the gift, so there was definitely no hope.

Zhao Chenghai stared at his son and frowned:

"Director... didn't say he wouldn't give a loan either. He asked me if I had any adult children. I said there was... He asked me to go to him with my son tomorrow morning with his ID card and household registration book... I really don't understand. He was afraid that I would die of illness and would not pay the loan, so he asked his son to guarantee it?"

Cuihong was happy when she heard this and said, "It seems that you are not worth much. People don't believe in you, they only believe in young people! Then let Zhenhua go with you tomorrow. Zhenhua, wear that new suit tomorrow and dress up more energetic!"

Zhao Zhenhua has never worn the suit for blind dates and has not come in handy.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Zhao Chenghai and his son had breakfast and rushed to the town.

Zhao Zhenhua wore a suit and leather shoes, and he looked like a man with a look of a handsome and elegant look.

But when I walked on the road, the villagers I met always stared at Zhenhua's new clothes and asked, "Zhenhua, are you going to go on a blind date again today?"

Zhao Zhenhua was depressed and looked up at the sky: "Yes, yes, blind date, blind date!"

Some of the kind-hearted villagers who talk a lot and said with concern: "To date this day, stop asking those stupid questions..."

Zhao Chenghai was so angry that he stared at the ox: "My son has never asked that before. It was all Hao Guolan's words and nonsense!"

At half past eight, Zhao Chenghai brought his son to the office of Shi Jie, the director of the credit union.

The office is just a room and a bedroom.

As soon as Zhao Zhenhua entered the door, he saw the Duke sitting by the table. He was immediately stunned and blurted out: "Why, is it...you?"

This donor director is Zhao Zhenhua’s chess friend, the person who used to play chess in the shack!

Shi Jie looked up and smiled: "It's me, why, can't it be?"

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect... you are... Director Donald." Zhao Zhenhua stuttered.

Zhao Chenghai was also stunned, bent over, smiled, stepped forward and respected the smoke, and asked carefully: "Director Shi, do you know my son?"

"Well, Zhao Zhenhua and I are old friends!"

Shi Jie took the cigarette, pointed to the water bottle in the corner, and said to Zhao Zhenhua: "There is boiling water there, the tea cup is here, Zhao Zhenhua, you can make tea by yourself. I'll take a break today and I'll kill you a few games!"

"Play chess?" Zhao Zhenhua was a little dazed.

"If you don't play chess, why would I ask you to do?" Shi Jie had already opened the drawer and took out the chess box.

Zhao Chenghai was left aside, and he tampered with the bullet and asked, "Director, that loan matter..."

Shi Jie turned his head and looked at Zhao Chenghai, slowly set up a chess, and said, "Old Zhao, I cannot approve your loan. Our credit union is rich now, but it is a special loan fund for spring farming production, which supports farmers to purchase production materials. This loan cannot be built for you."

"This..." Zhao Chenghai's heart sank, and his hope was extinguished in an instant.

Zhao Zhenhua was also stunned and his face became dim.

Since the donor did not make a loan, why did the donor call his father and father here? What were he playing with a monkey?

Shi Jie continued to play the chess and said, "But, I can have a bet with Zhao Zhenhua. I will take a back door and prepare a loan of 5,000 yuan for you, but Zhao Zhenhua must beat me!"

Zhao Zhenhua was energetic and said, "It's not a big problem to win you, right? Why are you betting, Director Donald, please tell me!"

Shi Jie set up the chess and said, "We will play five games today. If you lose, you will not count. Every time you win one game, you will be considered a loan of one thousand yuan. If you win three games, you will be awarded three thousand yuan. If you win all five games, I will be awarded five thousand yuan for you!"

"Okay, a gentleman's word is as good as hell!"

Zhao Zhenhua took off his suit and jacket, put it on the back of the chair, and sat opposite Shi Jie like a cockfight!

My father only needs a loan of 2,000 yuan, which means that he can solve the problem by winning two games in five games!

"It is better to take a look at the scenery for a long time. Take your time, don't worry." Shi Jie slowly took a break, took a cigarette, threw one for Zhao Chenghai: "Old Zhao just rest on the side, smoke and drink tea, don't be polite. If you are in a hurry, go to the town and come again."

Zhao Chenghai was flattered and hurriedly bent over to take the cigarette: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, I'm just waiting here..."

Zhao Zhenhua had already put on the craftsmanship and started fighting on the chessboard.

Shi Jie lit a cigarette, responded calmly, and was calm.

Zhao Chenghai looked at the scene in front of him, feeling very happy and a little disappointed.

Fortunately, my son is actually a friend of the bank director and is so familiar with him. This can make him brag about in front of the villagers for three or five years!

What I lost is that in this occasion, I was not as good as my son, and I stood aside like a fool...
Chapter completed!