I open a farm in the doomsday: I take in a female coach at the beginning

Jiang Chuan's face was calm, but his eyes were always fixed on the old mayor's expression.

"So that's why you came here, young man."

The old mayor stood up slowly.

"Please follow me..."

I followed the old mayor to the kitchen and took a heavy bag of rice from him.

"These grains are from my family's reserves. Please help me deliver them to Miss Sugimoto."

Seeing the old mayor's reaction, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but frown.

"Why don't you send it yourself?"

"My son has already had a rift with Miss Sugimoto. If I visit her again, I'm afraid it will make Miss Sugimoto uncomfortable."

"So what you mean is that if we give this bag of food to Miss Sugimoto, the matter will be over?"

"..."

The old mayor's already hunched back became even more hunched.

"Please, young man, apologize to Miss Sugimoto for me. I feel so sorry for her."

"Apologise?"

Jiang Chuan scratched his chin, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"I think I understand what you mean."

He replenished the food shortage to the Sugimoto family and expressed his apologies, but he did not say a word about his son's bullying. The meaning of this attitude was very clear, that the mayor could no longer control his crazy son.

The old mayor kept his head down, as if he was ashamed.

"If it was in the past, I could still discipline him, but now..."

The old mayor's voice gradually became hoarse, and two lines of tears flowed from his turbid eyes.

Now is the end of the world, and the two frameworks of law and morality that constrain human nature have disappeared. What can an old man do when faced with such a reckless son?

Jiang Chuan looked at the old mayor's painful expression and sighed helplessly.

"Mr. Mayor, I don't want to get involved in these matters, but this matter has caused trouble for the people I care about."

"I am a lazy person. I will not do these troublesome things unless it is necessary. But now that I have started, I will definitely make this matter come to an end."

"If your son is really beyond discipline, then I will take over."

After hearing what Jiang Chuan said, the old mayor wiped the tears from his face and looked at Jiang Chuan in surprise.

"Young man...what are you going to do? Don't be impulsive..."

Jiang Chuan smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm just one person, what can I do?"

"It's just that for many things, it's better to believe they exist than not to believe they don't exist."

"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished, and evildoers will be punished by evildoers. Don't you think this is the truth?"

Chapter 119 Milky Smell

After leaving the mayor's house, Jiang Chuan put the bag of rice into his pocket and continued walking in the direction the mayor told him.

The old mayor did not respond to Jiang Chuan's last words. He even kept advising Jiang Chuan not to do anything stupid before he left.

But the interesting thing was that even though he had clearly shown hostility towards his own son, the old mayor was still worried about his own safety.

Judging from his previous words and deeds, the old mayor is indeed a kind-hearted old man.

It’s a pity that kindness is a quality that cannot be inherited.

……

The Sugimoto family lived in the south of the town, not far from the Ando family, probably less than 500 meters away.

No wonder Ando's parents passed by while out for a walk the day before.

Coincidentally, as soon as Jiang Chuan arrived at Sugimoto's house, he saw the owner of the house from the second-floor window.

A woman who looked to be around 30 years old, with a plump figure and soft features, was standing by the window holding a child, lowering her head and whispering softly to the baby in her arms.

However, the woman soon noticed something strange. She looked up at Jiang Chuan who was standing outside the yard, and a hint of vigilance appeared in her eyes.

Jiang Chuan nodded to the woman and then rang the doorbell.

……

The door opened, and the woman that Jiang Chuan had just seen through the window stood at the door, looking at Jiang Chuan warily.

I guess this must be Mrs. Sugimoto.

Perhaps because of the window just now, Jiang Chuan did not see clearly, but now that they were face to face at close range, Jiang Chuan's eyes were immediately attracted by something about Mrs. Sugimoto.

big……

This is really huge.

Today, Jiang Chuan can be considered a well-informed person, whether it is the roundness and fullness of Ando Haruyuki or the plumpness and strength of Mrs. Hayakawa.

But even those two, judging from size alone, are no match for the man in front of him.

No, it can even be said that the gap is obvious!

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. How should he describe the size... If it were any bigger, it would be really disproportionate and would destroy the sense of coordination, but it was just stuck on the boundary of this feeling.

It can be said to be just the right size.

Mrs. Sugimoto was not short, about 1.65 meters tall, with a standard wife's hairstyle, her hair tied into a knot at the back of her neck. She had no makeup on her face, her facial features were soft, her skin was unusually white, and her complexion did not look very healthy.

According to Jiang Chuan's scoring standards, Mrs. Sugimoto's appearance can be scored around 85 points, slightly inferior to Minami Chinatsu, and on par with Hayakawa Moeka.

But this is the score given without considering her body that is like a human bomb tank. If it is judged based on Jiang Chuan's preferences, this subjective score will have to be added with a few additional points, which is barely close to that of the tyrannical Mrs. Hayakawa.

At this moment, Mrs. Sugimoto looked at Jiang Chuan who was standing outside the door and spoke with a unfriendly expression.

"Who are you??"

Seeing Mrs. Sugimoto's nervous expression, Jiang Chuan understood her very well. After all, she had just been harassed, and now a strange man came to her house. This reaction was understandable.

"My name is Jiang Chuan, and I'm a new resident in town."

"What do you want from me?"

"I was asked by the mayor to come and give you the relief food you received yesterday."

"..."

As Jiang Chuan spoke, he took out the bag of rice from his pocket.

However, the next moment, Mrs. Sugimoto, who was standing inside the door, pointed at Jiang Chuan's nose and shouted angrily.

"So you're in cahoots with that bastard too?!"

"Eh??"

Jiang Chuan was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly explained: "Mrs. Sugimoto, you misunderstood. I am indeed here to hand over this bag of food to you, and I will not do anything else."

"Stop lying! That bastard said the same thing yesterday. If I hadn't hidden a knife on me beforehand, that bastard would have succeeded!"

Mrs. Sugimoto said this as she pulled out a sharp fruit knife from her waist.

"I'm telling you, even though I'm a widow, I'm not someone who can be bullied by anyone! And I won't give myself to a lowly person like you just for a bite of food!"

She pointed a fruit knife at Jiang Chuan's nose and scolded him with tears in her eyes.

"..."

It’s true that Jiang Chuan can’t do anything about it.

But he was not a man who would hesitate. Since others did not believe him, he did not want to continue to endure such groundless accusations, so he said with a sullen face: "Since you don't believe me, I will leave this bag of rice here."

After saying that, he placed the bag of rice in his hand next to the fence outside the yard.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Sugimoto. Goodbye."

After saying that, Jiang Chuan turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Jiang Chuan had just taken two steps when Mrs. Sugimoto called him.

Looking back, I saw that the vigilance on Mrs. Sugimoto's face had mostly disappeared, and she looked at Jiang Chuan hesitantly.

"You...are you really here to deliver food?"

Jiang Chuan nodded.

Watching this scene, Mrs. Sugimoto's doubts gradually disappeared.

Looking at this person's behavior, it seems that he really has no ill intentions, and his eyes are clear and calm, without that unpleasant sense of aggression.

"...Okay, I'm really sorry, sir. I misunderstood you."

Mrs. Sugimoto's doubts gradually disappeared, and instead she felt a little apologetic. While apologizing, she leaned over and bowed to Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan waved his hand.

"It's okay, just get the things in in time, and I'll leave first."

"Wait! This gentleman."

Mrs. Sugimoto called Jiang Chuan again.

"If you don't mind, please come in and have a cup of tea."

……

Five minutes later, Jiang Chuan sat on the sofa in someone else's living room again.

Jiang Chuan took the hot tea from Mrs. Sugimoto and took a sip. The unexpected aroma made Jiang Chuan raise his eyebrows.

"Mrs. Sugimoto, this tea should be very valuable nowadays, right? Can you give it to me to drink like this?"

According to Jiang Chuan's observation, the agriculture in the town is basically based on rice fields, with some scattered fruit fields and wheat fields.

So now in this town, people really drink less tea.

"It doesn't matter. These are all left by my husband. I don't like to drink them. If they are kept for too long, they will be bad..."

Mrs. Sugimoto said this as she came over and sat down next to Jiang Chuan and made herself a cup of hot water.

Turning his head slightly to look over there, Jiang Chuan saw the exaggerated yet exciting curve.

Jiang Chuan didn't have the ability to tell the model at a glance, but when they were chatting before, he knew that Ando Haruyuki was D and Mrs. Hayakawa was E. By comparison, Mrs. Sugimoto was at least G...

The two of them were about two body lengths apart on the sofa, but Jiang Chuan could vaguely smell the fragrance of Mrs. Sugimoto.

The smell was not strong nor elegant, it was just a very ordinary soap scent, but it was blended with a unique yet soft fragrance.

Jiang Chuan couldn't guess what the smell was until he heard a baby crying from the next room, then he suddenly realized what it was.

That's the smell of milk.

……

After hurriedly greeting Jiang Chuan, Mrs. Sugimoto quickly walked towards the next room.

Then I stayed inside for quite a while.

Jiang Chuan leaned on the sofa in Sugimoto's house, drinking tea lazily and pricking up his ears.

From the next room, I could faintly hear Mrs. Sugimoto soothing her child, the sound of a toddler crying, and...

Go, go, go.

Listening to the sound, not knowing whether it was real or an illusion, Jiang Chuan felt that the milky aroma in the air became stronger.

To be honest, although what the mayor's son did was rather shameless, Jiang Chuan could understand his thoughts...

After a while, Mrs. Sugimoto came out of the room, returned to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, the child is still young. I made you laugh."

"Ma'am, don't say that. I am the one who disturbed you."