Chapter 70 He Wants to Go Home! (3/3)

The drying and threshing machine roared to life on one side.

The dry, pungent smell of wheat bran was unpleasant to the touch.

Every breath is torture.

Yan Yu's face was so cold it could freeze someone to death.

He chose Zhao Weiguo because he was a decent person.

But damn it, he forgot that character and brains are two different things!

"Valve, to the left." Yan Yu's voice was devoid of any warmth.

"Oh, oh, oh! Yan Zhiqing, I understand!"

Zhao Weiguo stretched out his large, fan-like hand and, with all his might, twisted it sharply to the right!

"Creak—!"

The metallic, distorting sound made Yan Yu's temples throb!

The vein on his forehead throbbed violently.

A surge of violent killing intent rushed into his heart, and he almost lost control, snapping the stupid hand in front of him on the spot.

That's enough!

This is not teaching.

This is murder!

This is a waste, a waste of his time after work to go home and hug his little girl!

This thought, like a drop of hot oil, sizzled and instantly ignited his last bit of patience.

Just then, the spiritual energy he had left on the little girl emitted a faint but clear fluctuation.

It was her longing.

Like a spring breeze, it gently caressed his tense nerves.

A crazy impulse instantly tore apart all reason.

He shouldn't be here!

For these paltry work points, for this worthless status, I'm wasting my life here!

It was the stupidest thing he had ever done in his two lives!

That's incredibly stupid!

Yan Yu suddenly turned around, his dark eyes fixed on the mountain road leading to Jixiang Brigade.

Zhao Weiguo was so frightened by his murderous gaze that he was completely at a loss for what to do, and his soul almost flew away.

The next second, he saw Yan Yu turn around.

The ferocity in those eyes had vanished, leaving only a chilling gloom.

"you."

Yan Yu pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, which he had written in the dark the night before, and tossed it aside without even looking at it.

The notebook seemed to have eyes, and it landed steadily in Zhao Weiguo's arms.

"Memorize it."

"I'll test you tomorrow."

Zhao Weiguo subconsciously started to nod.

But as soon as he made a move, Yan Yu changed his mind again.

He used his mental energy to compress the potential problems and repair methods of the drying and threshing machine into a memory seed.

A light flick of the fingertip.

The seed, following the force, silently burrowed into Zhao Weiguo's mind.

As long as a person can read, once they have read the manual, their memory will be activated, allowing them to unconsciously integrate and master this knowledge.

He didn't want to teach another idiot.

He wants to go home! (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)