Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!

F{h*F5*-LjChapter 101 Hello, My Name is Zhao Daniu

Jiang Li walked over to the slope where the two had fallen down.

Below the small hill was nothing other than a large patch of sludge.@@novelbin@@

The two, originally bright and shiny, now lay facing the blue sky in the middle, completely one with the mud.

Jiang Li’s good-looking brows gently furrowed together.

At this moment, the air was extremely quiet, leaving only the sound of the calmed herd of cows munching on grass.

“So, when do you plan on getting up?”

Jiang Yan closed his eyes, eyes brimming with unshed tears, “Can you ask the camera PD to turn the lens away first?”

Jiang Li looked towards the camera man.

The camera PD shook his head with righteous indignation, not moving the lens away, and even zoomed in, allowing the live stream viewers to see Jiang Yan, the mud king, from a 360-degree, no-dead-angle perspective.

[Hahahaha, I’m rolling around on the bed laughing!]

[No more, no more, my face is about to cramp from laughing, how can Young Master Jiang be so miserable.]

[Sister Li, quick, read your brother’s fortune, is he incompatible with this program?]

[How could someone first be chased by cows, then fall into a mud pit?]

The man to the side got up first.

Compared to Jiang Yan, he wasn’t faring much better.

Only a pair of somewhat bright eyes were visible on his entire face.

Seeing him, Jiang Yan became annoyed and indignant again.

“Son of a bitch, it was you, you freak, who caused me to fall, wasn’t it?! I’m not finished with you!”

However, after several attempts, he couldn’t struggle to his feet, the mud clinging to him like glue, welding him tightly to the ground.

The man saw his plight, smiled, then extended his hand.

“Need help?”

[Ahhhhh, even though this young man looks like a mud monkey right now, his voice is really nice to listen to.]

[That guy’s eyes are so beautiful, I can’t see his face clearly, but I feel like he must be handsome!]

[I think so too! His presence is also so unique! Even just crawling out of the mud, he feels different from Young Master Jiang.]

[Sisters upstairs, be careful, you’re about to be personally attacked by Young Master Jiang.]

How could Jiang Yan possibly accept his help?

After sneering, he attempted to crawl out of the mud again.

But he fell even harder than the first time.

Jiang Li could not bear to watch any longer and silently turned away.

Having no choice, Jiang Yan had to grab the hand stretched out in front of him, leveraging the man’s strength to clamber out of the mud.

The moment he stood firm, he pushed away the man’s hand.

“Stay away from me, you freak!”

The man seemed a little helpless, “Young Master Jiang, you’ve misunderstood. I asked you to take off your clothes because the red you’re wearing excites the cattle. If you don’t take them off, they will only keep chasing you.”

Jiang Yan: “…”

So… that was the reason?!

Jiang Yan awkwardly touched his nose.

Jiang Li came over, looked at his watch, “It’s already five forty, are you sure you’ll have time to deal with your field later?”

Jiang Yan: “!”

“Hey, your brother has turned into this state, and you’re still concerned about your field? Do you have any sympathy at all?!”

“Yes, I do,” Jiang Li nodded seriously, then turned to the man beside him, “Thank you for pulling me up just now. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can come to me. My name is—”

“You’re Jiang Li, right?” The man smiled, the few teeth that showed appeared extra white against the mud, “I know you. I didn’t expect our first official meeting to be like this. Let’s just say… you can call me Zhao Daniu.”

Jiang Li: ?

Jiang Yan: ?

Seeing the two of them happily chatting away, ignoring him, Jiang Yan immediately, feeling left out, stepped forward between them, then looked unkindly at the self-proclaimed “Zhao Daniu”.

“Hey, although I misunderstood you just now, you can’t just blatantly hit on my sister like that? Even knowing what she’s called so clearly, lad, you’re practically writing ‘ulterior motives’ across your face!”

First, use a special method to capture a girl’s attention, then accurately state her name that you’ve inquired in advance, and give yourself a nickname based on the surrounding environment, thus further cementing your impression in her mind.

It had to be said, the man really knew how to play the game.

Too bad, he just met this little prince of the love scene.

The man raised an eyebrow lightly, his expression unchanged, “Young Master Jiang, you’ve misunderstood again. I am not harboring any ulterior motives. Your production team has made such a spectacle in our village, your names have been spread around every household. Moreover—”

He looked at Jiang Li, his clear, water-like eyes filled with a hint more of mirth, “Moreover, you’ve been staying at my house for so long, if I didn’t know who you are, wouldn’t it be too unreasonable?”

Jiang Yan: !

“Wait, wait, wait.” Jiang Yan pinched his hips with both hands, “When did we stay at your house, don’t make things up.”

“He’s Uncle Zhao’s son,” Jiang Li’s voice sounded from behind.

Jiang Yan’s eyes widened, “What?! You’re Uncle Zhao’s son?!”

The man nodded lightly.

[My god, how coincidental? Turns out this young man is the son of Uncle Zhao who took them in.]

[I was wondering why his voice sounded familiar! Young Master Jiang really needs to thank their family. The father took him in, and now the son has saved his life under such odd circumstances.]

[By the way… is his real name Zhao Daniu? That name is a bit hasty, right…]

[I feel that this young man doesn’t speak like a villager at all, probably just came back for the summer holiday.]

Jiang Yan’s shock was not an exaggeration for show, but a very real surprise.

He knew Uncle Zhao had a son who had been recovering in the loft of the cabin after suffering an injury a while ago.

But in his imagination, Uncle Zhao’s son was either the kind of down-to-earth boy who’d be too nervous to speak if glanced at by others, dressed in plain clothes, pure and unsophisticated, or the type who dyed his hair blond, idled all day, and only knew how to dawdle from one end of the village to the other with a cheap cigarette in his mouth.

Otherwise, why would Uncle Zhao, at his age, still work so hard from dawn to dusk, the household barely scraping by, without even a decent piece of furniture.

But this man in front of him…

Although others couldn’t see his true appearance, before he fell into the mud, he had seen him clearly.

Handsome to the max, put him on TV and he could play a male vixen straightaway.

His height wasn’t much different from his own, and when they rolled down together, he had accidentally touched his abs.

That feeling… tsk.

So how did Uncle Zhao conceive such a son?

Could it be… he was cuckolded?