Dressed As a Farm Boy, He Cheated on His Way Out of the Desert.

Chapter 245 All arrangements should begin!

　　The matter had been discussed previously, and when everyone saw this, they dispersed.

When leaving, they did not forget to tell each other, "From now on, please call the king a foreigner, be careful if you blurt it out, it will cause serious trouble."

Li Zhensheng thanked everyone and walked out of the door, becoming businessman Wang Yuanwai again.

 Mr. Wen and Liu Zhiheng are going back to the city, and there are too many things that need to be arranged and planned.

Mrs. Cui stayed, took the good news and went to the valley to find the old lady.

Just as the old lady was walking back with the food box, she smiled when she saw them: "Jinrou, the sun is so bright, why did you come out? Come on, let's go home! I asked Hongying to make your favorite stuffed meat Tofu!"

Mrs. Cui couldn't help but blushing when she thought of the previous incident. The old lady didn't know that her favorite eldest son had been murdered in this way. If she found out, she would be in agony...

 Fortunately, everyone concealed the matter first. Although it will be revealed one day, it can be delayed as long as possible.

Jiayin was afraid that her grandma would notice Mrs. Cui's behavior, so she quickly struggled and hugged her neck, "Grandma, Fu Niu is also hungry."

“I know, little greedy cat, your mother has steamed egg custard for you!” The old lady put down the food box and hugged her granddaughter, and didn’t care to see what happened to Mrs. Cui.

Mrs. Cui quickly picked up the food box and walked back with her grandparents...

In the courtyard of the Wang family in the south of the city, Wang E finally saw that her husband had not come home drunk. She couldn't help but happily went up to him and asked, "Is it going well for you to do errands today?"

"Good luck!" Wang Yuanwai smiled and raised the roasted chicken in his hand, "I went to Luo'an, rented a yard, and bought you a roasted chicken on the way. Isn't this your favorite food? Tonight we How many drinks will the couple have?”

Wang E blushed with embarrassment and said angrily: "The children are all here, let's go back to the house and talk."

 Brother Li led the cat brother around his father, "Dad, take us to play on the street tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," Wang Yuanwai picked up his younger son and rubbed his older son's head, "I'm going to send gifts to my brother to go to the academy the day after tomorrow. Let's go out to buy some things tomorrow."

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

"No," Wang Yuanwai did not look at her. He lowered his head to help his youngest son cover his torn clothes. "I have rented the yard today and all the supplies are complete. I only need to bring the bedding and luggage. There is one at the college. A class for children has been in session for half a month. It was easy for Brother Li to keep up in the past, otherwise it would have been difficult for Brother Li to study again if it had been delayed for a long time. "

 Brother Li has a quiet temperament and also likes to read. At this time, he also said: "Mom, I want to go to school, I am not lazy."

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

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

 After the meal, the children went to bed early. The couple drank a pot of wine and sat down to drink and eat roast chicken.

Wang Yuanwai had a glass of wine on his left and a glass on his right, and he soon became half drunk.

He tore a chicken drumstick to Wang E and said with a smile: "When I was very ill, you pulled the chicken drumstick for me to eat. You also said that you would get better quickly after eating the drumstick. I still remember it now."

Wang E's face was stiff, she forced a smile and said, "How many years ago, you still remember."

 Wang Yuanwai smiled bitterly, "I've been having a severe headache recently, and I'm afraid that one day I won't remember anything. If I talk to you more, I'll feel more at ease."

Wang E felt a little distressed. After thinking about it, she said, "How about we find a doctor and prescribe decoction for a few more days."

Wang Yuanwai shook his head, "I've been suffering from this disease for more than ten years. Since all the doctors I've gone to said it can't be cured, forget it. It's my life as long as I live..."

Wang E clenched the chicken drumstick in her hand, bit her lip subconsciously, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Don't say that, sir. It may be fine in a few days. I am such a good man, and nothing will happen to me."

“Well, it’s impossible to say for sure, God is blind. Look at how many evil people in the world have children and grandchildren, and how many good people have no good end.”

Wang Yuanwai said it casually, but Wang E felt extremely guilty after hearing it.

 She ate the chicken legs slowly, but it was a little hard to swallow.

 Lately, I feel like something is wrong. Has her heart become softer as she gets older? Thinking about his deceased father and the Wang family's fortune, Wang E took a deep breath to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

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

Wang Yuanwai lowered his head to pour the wine, and saw his wife's expression clearly from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt completely cold.

　　One day's love for a husband and a hundred days, but at this moment, it all vanished into ashes!

He raised his hand and drank the wine in his glass. Tomorrow, everything should begin...

 The autumn wind is so diligent that it blows through the millet fields on the hillside thousands of times every day.

 And the sun is also very diligent and never sets for a day to go out to work.

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

There are more than a thousand fruit trees planted on the left and right hills of the Hot Spring Valley. However, there are not many flowers and fruits this year. Next year will be the time when the flowers are in full bloom and the fruits are harvested.

 The main character this year is still the golden field of millet among the fruit trees, with each ear of grain humbly bent over, swaying from time to time as the autumn wind blows.

On this day, except for those who were on errands in the valley and could not leave, all the people in the village gathered at the top of the mountain.

Hundreds of men, women and children, some carrying sickles, some carrying poles, and some carrying baskets, looked at the golden rice in their eyes. Their hearts were heavy for a moment and they couldn't help but shed tears.

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

At that time, all they could think about was surviving.

I don’t want to die on the roadside, under the knife of barbarians, or in the deep mountains and old forests...

No one dared to imagine that there would be a time like this. They had a home again, put down roots, and were busy harvesting again.

 Not only did they survive, they also lived so well!

The millet in front of them is actually no longer what they rely on to survive. They have hot spring valleys where they can make a lot of money every day, and melon fields that can be sold for sky-high prices. Even in the riverbanks, there are still large areas of peanuts and sweet potatoes that have been confiscated.

But this does not prevent them from being in awe and gratitude for the grain in their eyes.

 Food is always the greatest source of confidence for survival.

 A good harvest is always the people’s deepest hope.

The village chief wiped away his tears and said: "Everyone remember, how miserable we were before, and how happy we are now! I have firmly remembered them all. Whoever dares to ruin all this will be punished by the whole village." I'll let him go!"

 “Yes, village chief!” Everyone responded loudly.

The village chief then called Li Laoer to come forward. The two raised their sickles high and shouted in unison, "It's a good harvest, the sickles are on!"

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

The pieces of millet were cut down, quickly tied up, put on burdens and sent back to the threshing floor in the village.

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

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

Mrs. Li carried her granddaughter on her back and climbed up the mountain to deliver herbal tea. Then she carried her granddaughter on her back to pick grains.

Jiayin couldn’t bear to leave. Grandma was tired, so she struggled to get to the ground.

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

Perhaps she was afraid that her granddaughter would cause trouble, so she gave her a snack.

 (End of this chapter)