Dressed as a farmer's little blessing, the road to escape the deserted

The matter had been discussed before, and everyone saw this and dispersed.

When they left, they still didn’t forget to tell each other, “From now on, I’ll still be called Wang Yuanwai, be careful not to blurt out, it will ruin the big event.”

Li Zhensheng thanked everyone, and when he walked out of the courtyard, he became a businessman Wang Yuanwai again.

Mr. Wen and Liu Zhiheng were going back to the city, so there were too many things to arrange and plan.

Mrs. Cui stayed behind, and took Jiayin to the valley to find the old lady.

It happened that the old lady was walking back with the food box, and when she saw them, she smiled and said, "Jin Rou, the sun is so bright, why did you come out? Let's go, let's go home! I asked Hongying to make your favorite stuffed meat Tofu!"

Mrs. Cui couldn't help but get red eyes when she thought of the previous incident. The old lady didn't know that her favorite eldest son was murdered in this way. If she found out, she would be in great pain...

Fortunately, everyone kept the matter secret first. Although there will always be a day when it will be revealed, it will be as long as it can be delayed.

Jiayin was afraid that Mrs. Cui's behavior would be spotted by grandma, so she hurriedly hugged grandma's neck, "Grandma, Fu Niu's belly is also hungry."

"Understood, little greedy cat, your mother steamed egg custard for you!" The old lady put down the food box and hugged her granddaughter, so she couldn't care less about seeing Mrs. Cui.

Mrs. Cui hurriedly picked up the food box, and walked back with her grandfather and grandson...

In the courtyard of the Wang family in the south of the city, Wang E finally saw that her husband had not returned home drunk. She couldn't help but happily greet her and asked, "Master went out to do errands today?"

"Successful!" Wang Yuanwai smiled and raised the roast chicken in his hand, "I went to Luo'an, rented the yard, and bought you a roast chicken along the way, don't you like this most, we will eat it tonight How many drinks do the couple have?"

Wang E blushed with embarrassment, and said angrily, "The children are all here, I'm talking when I go back to the room."

Brother Li led Brother Mao to circle Dad, "Dad, take us to play in the street tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Wang Yuanwai picked up the youngest son and rubbed the head of the eldest son, "I'm going to give my brother a gift to go to college in the future. Let's go to the street tomorrow to buy some things."

"So fast?" Wang E was a little surprised and asked, "Can't we wait ten days and a half?"

"No," Wang Yuanwai didn't look at her, and lowered his head to help his youngest son cover the ripped skirt, "I have already rented the yard today, and I have all the supplies. I just need to bring the bedding and luggage. It’s been half a month since the school children’s class started, it was easy for Brother Li to keep up, otherwise it would be difficult for Brother Li to go to school after a long delay.”

Brother Li has a quiet personality and also likes to read, so he also said at this time: "Mom, I'm going to study, I'm not lazy."

Wang E couldn't say anything more, so she could only respond: "Okay, let's go the next day."

Soon, the dinner table was set and the family ate.

After the meal, the children went to bed early, and the couple really had a pot of wine, and sat together to drink and eat roast chicken.

Wang Yuanwai took a glass to the left and a glass to the right, and soon became half drunk.

He tore a chicken leg to Wang E, and said with a smile: "I was very sick back then, you tore the chicken leg for me to eat like this, and said that eating the chicken leg would make me better soon, I still remember it now."

Wang E's face froze, she forced the corners of her mouth to smile and said, "How many years ago, you still remember."

Wang Yuanwai smiled wryly, "I've had a severe headache recently, and I'm afraid that one day I won't remember anything. Telling you more will make me feel more at ease."

Wang E was a little distressed, and after thinking about it, she said, "Why don't you find a doctor and prescribe a decoction for a few days."

Wang Yuanwai shook his head, "I have been suffering from this disease for more than ten years. Since all the doctors I have consulted have said that it cannot be cured, then forget it. I will die until the day I live..."

Wang E clenched the chicken leg in her hand, bit her lip subconsciously, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Don't say that, master, it will be fine in a few days, and a man as good as master, will be fine."

"Forget it, this matter is uncertain, God is blind. Look at how many evildoers in the world, full of children and grandchildren, and how many good people do not end well."

Wang Yuanwai said it casually, but Wang E felt extremely guilty when he heard it.

She ate the chicken drumsticks slowly, but it was difficult to swallow.

Recently, I always feel that something is wrong. Is it because she has grown older and her heart has softened?

Thinking about her deceased father and Wang's family business, Wang E took a deep breath to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

It's good to go to Luo'an for a while, maybe when I come back, everything will be fine...

Wang Yuanwai lowered his head to pour the wine, he saw his wife's expression clearly out of the corner of his eyes, and his heart was completely chilled.

Husband and wife for one day, one hundred days of grace, at this moment, everything is wiped out!

He raised his hand to drink the wine in his glass. Tomorrow, everything should start...

The autumn wind is extremely diligent, blowing over the millet fields on the hillside thousands of times every day.

And the sun is also conscientious, coming out to work without sunset.

Under their joint care, the autumn harvest finally came smoothly.

There are more than 1000 fruit trees planted on the left and right hills of the hot spring valley, but this year there are not many flowers and fruits, and next year will be the time when the flowers are in full bloom and the fruits are harvested.

This year's protagonist is still the golden millet field among the fruit trees. Each ear of grain bends modestly, shaking from time to time with the autumn wind.

On this day, except for the errands in the valley who couldn't leave, everyone in the village gathered on the top of the mountain.

There were hundreds of people, men, women and children, some carrying sickles, some carrying poles, and some carrying baskets. Looking at the golden rice, their hearts were heavy for a moment, and they couldn't help crying.

At this time last year, they were in their hometown, hurriedly collected sorghum from the Li family, and embarked on the road to escape.

At that time, all they wanted was to survive.

I don't want to die by the side of the road, I don't want to die under the butcher's knife of the barbarians, I don't want to die in the deep mountains and old forests...

No one dared to think that there would be a time like this, when they had a home again, took root, and were busy harvesting again.

Not only did they survive, they lived so well!

The millet in front of them is no longer all they rely on for survival. They have hot springs and valleys that are making a lot of money every day, and melon fields that can be sold for sky-high prices, and there are large tracts of peanuts and sweet potatoes confiscated in the river beach.

But this does not prevent them from being in awe and grateful to the millet that is full of eyes.

Food is always the greatest source of confidence for survival.

A good harvest is always the deepest hope of the people.

The village chief wiped away his tears and said: "Everyone remember, how hard it was before, how happy life is now! Remember it firmly, whoever dares to ruin all this, the whole village will not Will let him go!"

"Yes, village chief!" Everyone responded loudly.

Only then did the village chief call Li Laoer to come forward, and the two held up their sickles and shouted in unison, "It's a good harvest, let's open the sickle!"

The villagers also raised the things in their hands and shouted, "The harvest is good, and the sickle is on!"

Pieces of millet were cut down, quickly tied up, put on a load and sent back to the threshing ground in the village.

The elderly and children carried baskets and picked up the fallen ears of grain.

No one is lazy, and no one is tired. The whole village is like a high-speed machine, each performing its duties.

Mrs. Li carried her granddaughter on her back, climbed up the mountain to deliver herbal tea, and then carried her granddaughter to pick ears of grain.

Jiayin was reluctant to let her grandmother be tired, so she struggled to get off the ground.

The old lady spread the apron under the fruit tree and asked her granddaughter to sit on it and look at the kettle.

Xu was afraid that her granddaughter would make trouble, so she gave her a piece of snack.