The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

  Chapter 92 What will you pay for?

  Warm and Da Hui and Xiao Hei brought some tea and snacks to the day laborers in the field.

  She heard everyone's yelling from a distance, and her brows wrinkled: There is nothing wrong with committing crimes!

  She knows ancient people’s superstitions, and she believes very much that if this matter is not dealt with, if there is one more snowflake this winter, or another drop of rain in the coming year, these ignorant ancients will be lazy in their homes!

  Is it really not planted?

  Of course not, there is no compromise in her life dictionary, only facing difficulties!

  She believes that all problems have solutions.

   Warmth did not step forward, she was also thinking of a way.

  Xiao Hei saw that Warmth stood still in the field, thinking that the destination had arrived, and it flew down in the sky.

  Warmth saw Xiao Hei suddenly thought of a way.

  Since they are superstitious, she attacked the shield of the son with the spear of the son!

  Warmth beckoned to Xiao Hei.

  Xiao Hei immediately landed on the palm of her hand.

   warmly said a few words to Xiao Hei in a low voice.

  After listening, Xiao Hei tilted his eagle's head slightly, thinking for a while, and nodded as if he understood what it meant. He warmed the copper pot with his mouth in his mouth.

  After receiving the warmth, it soared into the sky, went straight to the sky, hovered in the sky, and then flew towards the mountains.

  Warmth Then he raised his foot and walked in the direction of Wen Jiarui.

  Hanging a food container around Dahui's neck, he followed Warm behind him unhurriedly.

  The gloomy wolf eyes are thoughtful because of the warm words.

  Everyone was still clamoring Wen Jiarui not to continue to plant. Those day-time workers urged Wen Jiarui to settle their wages, and they dared not plant any more.

  It’s okay if you don’t know, since you already know, how dare you continue!

  They even thought about going home and taking some sacrifices to worship the father-in-law of the land, begging the father-in-law to be strange, don't blame it.

  Wen Jiarui thought of a solution in his heart. If he insists on planting, it is not impossible, but the people in the village will really release the chickens and eat up all the wheat seeds in the field!

  He believes that this wheat will definitely survive the winter.

Wen Jiarui said: "I have seen in the book that this wheat can indeed survive the winter. The legend is just a coincidence, that man just met the sky. I must do it here! If God really will blame it, I will bear it! "

  Old man Wen was almost mad: "Shut up! You bear a fart!"

Zhu sneered: "Fourth, do you bear it? What do you bear? Do you have a gold mountain or a mine? I thought you were a person who had read a book of sages, and you should know what filial piety is! What is righteousness! Where do you put your parents in this way? Where do you put the fathers and elders of the whole village? Where do you put the people of the whole county? You are pushing us into the **** that cannot be recovered!"

   "Yes, if God blames it and the entire county suffers, can you afford it?"

   "Can you afford to pay? What do you pay for?"

   "What are you going to pay for, you say!"

  Villagers one by one, pressed him out loudly.

When everyone asked, Wen Jiarui's face became cold: "The land has been planted, and the offender has already been offended. If there is a natural disaster, I will apologize with death! I will take my life to pay! The legend does not mean that the county magistrate. Did the natural disaster disappear after granting that person to death? If there is a natural disaster, I will atone for it with death immediately. It won't harm everyone, right?"

At this moment, warm came over, and she said loudly: "Yes, this winter wheat is what I said I want to plant. If it is really because of planting wheat and natural disasters continue, I will apologize with death! I will use my life. pay!"

  Wen Jiarui saw Sister Nuan approaching, his face changed, and it was enough for him to apologize with death! Sister Nuan, what crime is she thanking her for death!

  Wen Jiarui can bet on his own fate, but that of his own daughter’s fate is absolutely impossible!

  The villagers were all shocked by the two people's apology, and no one said anything for a while.

  People have to plant it to death!

  Old man Wen almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood: "I'll pay you a big-headed ghost! No planting is allowed here! I just started planting now, it doesn't matter, stop quickly, no more planting!"

  I'm so mad at him! The fourth lunatic! Apologize with death! Is his life his!

  His life was given to him by Lao Tzu!

  Dare to make a joke about his life!

  The village chief also said to Wen Jiarui: “Jiarui, it’s okay to just start planting, you can quickly take back the wheat in the field now. Why is there such a serious apology for death!”

   Warmth knows that they are for their good, but this wheat can really be planted! She will not give in because of a fictional legend.

  She still shook her head: "Uncle village chief, this land is not what we wanted to plant, but the Bodhisattva asked us to plant it! So we must plant it!"

  The village chief was surprised when he heard this: "The Bodhisattva asked you to plant it? What's the matter?"

After hearing this, Zhu sneered again, and said in a weird manner: "The Bodhisattva asked you to plant it? How did the Bodhisattva let you plant it? Let me tell you! I'll tell you, don't just use the Bodhisattva to make jokes, it will suffer. Retribution!"

   gave her a warm and faint look: "The retribution will only fall on those insidious villains."

   Warm words fell, just as a group of migratory birds flew over the blue sky above, and then a tuft of bird droppings fell on Zhu's head.

  Zhu felt something falling on her head. She wiped it with her hand and looked at it. Then she found it was bird droppings, and her stomach rolled over.

   Warmth couldn’t help but smile: "Tsk, see the retribution! And it’s the present report!"

  Some people couldn't help but laugh: This Zhu's is too unlucky!

   Zhu's anger was so angry that she almost didn't vomit out with the food residue in her stomach. Regardless of arguing with warmth, she quickly turned around and ran home to wash her hair.

too disgusting!

  The village chief ignored these trivial matters. Their village is near the mountains. In late autumn, many migratory birds fly back to the mountains here to spend the winter.

  Villagers harvest in the fields, and sometimes villagers often win the "first prize".

  This is not unusual, it is just a coincidence.

  In fact, he also thinks that the person who grows wheat in the legend is only unlucky enough to encounter a natural disaster, and everything is just a coincidence.

   "Sister Nuan, why do you say that the Bodhisattva asked you to plant this wheat?"

  Everyone looked at Warmth, waiting for her to explain.

"I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, there was a Goddess of Mercy who was wearing white clothes and looked very beautiful, with a glowing head, said to me in the dream, let me plant a season of wheat after the autumn harvest to benefit the folks, so that I Your body will be healed and will be healthy and healthy in the future.

  I said that my family has no fields because of my illness. How do I plant them? She taught me a way to make money by selling fried snails. The next day, I told my father about this, and our family really earned money to buy land by selling fried snails. Planting winter wheat is what the Bodhisattva taught us to do. I have already agreed, so we must plant it! "

  The village chief was very surprised: "So the recipe for fried snails was actually taught by the Bodhisattva?"

   "Of course, otherwise, why would our family think of selling fried snails!"

  "Who knows if you deliberately made up a dream to deceive us?" Aunt Yongfu couldn't help but question.

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