The matter had been discussed before, and when everyone saw this, they dispersed.
When they left, they didn't forget to tell each other, "From now on, please call me Wang Yuanwai. Be careful if you blurt it out, it will cause serious trouble."
Li Zhensheng thanked everyone and walked out of the door, becoming the 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 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 blush 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 probably be in agony...
Fortunately, everyone settled the matter first. It has been hidden, and although it will be revealed one day, it can be delayed as long as it takes.
Jiayin was afraid that Mrs. Cui would be like this and her grandma would notice, so she quickly struggled and hugged her grandma's 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 what happened to Mrs. Cui.
Mrs. Cui quickly picked up the food box and walked back with her grandfather and grandson...
In the Wang's courtyard 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, "Master, it went well today when I went out to do errands." ?"
"Good luck!" Wang Yuanwai smiled and raised the roast chicken in his hand, "I went to Luo'an, rented a yard, and bought you a roast chicken on the way. Isn't this your favorite food? How many drinks will we and my husband have tonight?"
Wang E blushed with embarrassment and said angrily: "The children are here, let's talk when we go back to the house."
Brother Li led the cat brother around his father, "Dad, I will take care of you tomorrow. Let's go play on the street, okay?"
"Okay," Wang Yuanwai picked up his younger son and rubbed his elder son's head, "The day after tomorrow I will send gifts to my brother to go to college. Let's go out to the streets tomorrow and buy some things. ."
"So soon?" 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 and lowered his head to help his youngest son cover his torn clothes, "I have already done it today. The yard has been rented, and all the supplies are complete. All you need to do is bring your bedding and luggage. There happens to be a children's class at the college, which has been in session for half a month. It used to be easy for Brother Li to keep up, otherwise it would have been delayed. After a long time, Brother Li will find it difficult to study."
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 . I 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, and the couple drank a pot of wine and sat down to drink and eat roast chicken.
Wang Yuanwai drank one glass from left to right and soon became half drunk.
He tore a chicken drumstick to Wang E and said with a smile: "I was very ill back then, so you pulled the drumstick and gave it to 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, and she forced a smile and said, "How many years ago, you still remember."
Wang Yuanwai smiled bitterly, "I've had a severe headache recently, and I'm afraid that one day I won't remember anything. With you, If you talk more, I will feel more at ease."
Wang E felt a little distressed, and after thinking about it, she said: "How about finding a doctor and prescribing decoction for a few more days."
Wang Yuanwai shook his head, "I have been suffering from this disease for more than ten years. , since all the doctors I have gone to said it cannot be cured, then forget it, it is 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 : "Master, don't say that. Maybe you'll be fine in a few days. I'm such a good person, and nothing will happen to me."
"Well, you can't say for sure, God is blind. Look at how many evil people there are in the world. There are many children and grandchildren, but many good people have not had a 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.
I've been feeling like something's wrong lately. Has her heart softened as she got 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 okay to go to Luo'an 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 and a hundred days of kindness between husband and wife, at this moment, everything was wiped out!
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.
Under their joint care, the autumn harvest finally came 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 protagonist 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, all the people in the village gathered on the top of the mountain except those who were on errands in the valley and couldn't leave.
There were hundreds of men, women, and children, some carrying sickles, some carrying poles, and some carrying baskets. They 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, hurriedly collected the Li family's sorghum, and embarked on the road to escape.
At that time, all they could think about was surviving.
They don't want to die on the roadside, they don't want to die under the butcher's knife of the barbarians, they don't want to die in the deep mountains and old forests...
No one dares to think that there will be a time like this, when they have a home again, they have taken root, and they are busy harvesting again.
Not only did they survive, they lived so well!
In fact, the millet in front of them is no longer what they rely on to survive. They have hot spring valleys where they can earn a lot of money every day, melon fields that can be sold for sky-high prices, and even large areas of peanuts and sweet potatoes in the riverbanks 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 deepest hope of the people.
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 will let him go!"
"Yes, village chief!" Everyone agreed loudly.
The village chief then called Li Laoer to come forward. The two raised their sickles and shouted in unison, "It's a good harvest, it's time to start the sickle!"
The villagers also raised their hands and shouted, "It's a good harvest!" The sickle is on!"
Pieces of grain were cut down, quickly tied up, put on burdens, and sent back to the threshing floor in the village.
The old people and children carried baskets and picked up the fallen ears of grain.
No one was lazy, and no one complained about being tired. The whole village was 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, and then carried her granddaughter on her back to pick grains.
Jiayin couldn't bear to let her grandma get 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.