Chapter 91

Warm just and big gray and small black sent some tea and snacks to the short-time workers in the field.

She heard everyone's cry from a distance and frowned: if you want to add sin, you have no reason!

She knew that ancient people were superstitious, and she believed very much that if this thing could not be done well, if there were an extra snowflake this winter or an extra drop of rain next year, these ignorant ancients would be lazy in their home!

Isn't it true?

Of course not, there is no agreement in her life dictionary, only to meet difficulties!

She believes that there are solutions to all problems.

Warm did not come forward, she was also trying to find a way.

Seeing warmth standing in the field, Xiao Hei thought his destination had arrived, and it flew down in the sky.

Warm saw Xiaohei and suddenly thought of a way.

Since they are superstitious, she will attack the son's shield with the son's spear!

Warm waved to Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei immediately fell on the palm of her hand.

He said a few words to Xiao Hei in a warm and low voice.

After hearing this, Xiao Hei slightly sideways the eagle's head and thought for a while. He seemed to understand what he meant before nodding. He warmed the copper pot in his mouth.

After the warmth, it soared to the sky, circled in the sky, and then flew to the mountains.

Warm, then he raised his feet and walked in the direction of Wen Jiarui.

Big gray hung a food box around his neck and followed the warmth slowly.

Those wolf eyes with faint light were thoughtful after listening to the warm words.

Everyone is still yelling that Wen Jiarui should not continue planting. The short-time workers urge Wen Jiarui to settle his salary. They dare not plant any more.

If you don't know, it's OK. Since you already know, how dare you continue!

They even want to go home, take some sacrifices to worship the land father-in-law, and ask the land father-in-law not to blame, don't blame.

Wen Jiarui thought of a way. If he insisted on planting, it wouldn't work, but the people in the village would really let the chicken out and eat up all the wheat in the field!

He believed that the wheat would survive the winter.

Wen Jiarui said, "I once saw in a book that this wheat can indeed survive the winter. The legend is just a coincidence. The man happened to meet heaven. I must do it here! If God really blames me, I will bear it!"

Old man Wen was so angry that he said, "shut up! You take a fart!"

Zhu sneered: "Fourth, do you do it alone? Do you have a gold mountain, a silver mountain or a mine? I thought you are also a person who has read the sages' books. You should know what filial piety is! What righteousness is! Where do you put your parents? Where do you put the whole villagers in the whole village? Where do you put the people in the whole county? You are pushing us into an irreparable place Prison! "

"Yes, if God blames, the whole county will suffer. Can you afford it?"

"Can you afford it? What will you pay for it?"

"What do you take to compensate, you say!"

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One by one, the villagers pressed him.

When pressed by the people, Wen Jiarui's face was cold: "the land has been planted, and those who should offend have offended. If there is a natural disaster, I will apologize with death! I will compensate with my life! The legend says that the county magistrate killed the man, and the natural disaster disappeared? If there is a natural disaster, I will make atonement with death immediately, and it will not harm the people. OK!"

At this time, warm came over, and she said in a loud voice, "yes, I said I wanted to plant this winter wheat. If it was really because of planting wheat and continuous natural disasters, I would also thank my death! I will pay with my life!"

When Wen Jiarui saw sister Wen coming, his face changed. It was enough for him to die to apologize! What's the crime of warm sister's death!

Wen Jiarui can bet his own life, but his daughter's life is absolutely not!

The villagers were frightened by the two people's sentence of thanking for death. For a moment, no one said anything.

People have to plant it when they die!

Old man Wen almost spewed out his old blood: "I'll compensate you, big head! You can't plant in this land! It doesn't matter that you just started planting now. Stop quickly and don't plant any more!"

I'm so angry with him! Old four, this madman! Thank you for your death! Is his life his!

I gave him his life!

How dare you joke about your life!

The village head also said to Wen Jiarui, "Jiarui, it doesn't matter if you just start planting. Now just get back the wheat in the field. There's no need to apologize for death!"

Warm know they are for their good, but this wheat can really grow! She won't give in because of a false legend.

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

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

After hearing this, Zhu laughed again and said in a strange way: "the Bodhisattva asked you to plant it? How did the Bodhisattva let you plant it? Tell me! I tell you, don't joke about the Bodhisattva casually, it will be punished!"

A warm faint look at her: "retribution will only fall on those sinister villains."

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

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

Warmth couldn't help laughing: "tut Tut, it's time to read the newspaper! And it's the earthly newspaper!"

Some people couldn't help laughing: Zhu is too unlucky!

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

It's disgusting!

The village head ignored such trifles. Their village is near the mountain. Every late autumn, many migratory birds in the north will fly back to the mountains here for the winter.

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

It's not unusual, it's just a coincidence.

In fact, he also felt that the legendary wheat man was just unlucky to meet the natural disaster, and everything was just a coincidence.

"Warm sister, why do you say this wheat is planted by Bodhisattva?"

Everyone looked at the warmth and waited for her to explain.

"I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, there was a beautiful goddess Guanyin wearing white clothes and shining on her head. In the dream, she said to me, let me plant a season of wheat after the autumn harvest to benefit the villagers, so that my body will be well and healthy in the future.

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

The village head was surprised: "so the recipe for frying snails was taught by the Bodhisattva?"

"Of course, otherwise, how could our family think of selling fried snails!"

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