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

Wen Nuan happened to bring some tea and snacks to the day laborers in the field together with Da Hui and Xiao Hei.

She heard everyone's shouting from a distance, and frowned: If you want to add sin, why not worry!

She knew that the ancients were superstitious, and she believed very much that if this was not done properly, if there was an extra snowflake this winter, or an extra drop of rain next year, these ignorant ancients would be lazy in their homes!

Is it really not?

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

She believes that all problems have solutions.

Warm didn't come forward, she was also trying to find a way.

Seeing Nuan standing still in the field, Xiao Hei thought that the destination had arrived, and it flew down from the sky.

Nuan saw Xiao Hei suddenly thought of a way.

Since they are superstitious, then she will use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son!

Nuan waved to Xiao Hei.

The little black horse landed on her palm.

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

After listening, Xiao Hei slightly turned his eagle's head to the side, and after thinking for a while, he seemed to understand what he meant before nodding, and he warmed the copper pot in his mouth.

After the warmth took over, it soared into the sky, went straight to the sky, hovered in the sky for a while, and then flew towards the mountain.

Wen Nuan then lifted his foot and walked in the direction of Wen Jiarui.

With a food box hanging around his neck, Da Hui followed Wen Wen unhurriedly.

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

Everyone was still clamoring for Wen Jiarui not to continue planting. Those day laborers urged Wen Jiarui to settle the wages, and they dared not plant any more.

If you don't know, it's fine, since you already know, how dare you continue!

They even thought about going home and taking some offerings to pay their respects to Eunuch Land, asking that Eunuch Land is not to blame.

Wen Jiarui thought of a way in his heart, if he insisted on planting, it would not be impossible, but the people in the village would definitely release chickens and eat up all the wheat seeds in the field!

He believed that this wheat would definitely survive the winter.

Wen Jiarui said: "I have read in the book that this wheat can indeed survive the winter. That legend is just a coincidence, that man just happened to meet the sky. I must do it here! If God really will blame it, I will bear it with all my strength! "

Mr. Wen was about to die of anger: "Shut up! You take a fart!"

Zhu Shi sneered: "Fourth, you do it all? What do you do? Do you have gold and silver mountains or mines? I thought you were someone who has read the book of sages and sages, so you should know what filial piety is! What is righteousness! Where do you put your parents in this way? Where do you put the whole village’s elders and villagers? Where do you put the people of the entire county? You are pushing us into hell!”

"Yes, if God is to blame, the whole county will suffer, can you afford it?"

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

"What do you pay for it, say it!"

One by one, the villagers pressed him one by one.

Being pressed by everyone, Wen Jiarui's face turned cold: "This land has already been planted, and those who should be offended have already been offended. If there is a natural disaster, I will apologize with death! I will pay with my life! That legend is not about the county magistrate. After the death of that person, did the natural disaster disappear? If there is a natural disaster, I will immediately atone for the crime with death, and it will not harm everyone, okay!"

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

Wen Jiarui's face changed when he saw Sister Nuan coming over, it was enough for him to apologise to death! Sister Nuan, what sin is she thanking for her death!

Wen Jiarui can gamble with his own life, but it is absolutely impossible for his daughter's life!

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

People will die!

Old man Wen almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Sorry for you! It's not allowed to plant in this land! It's just beginning to plant, it doesn't matter, stop now, and don't plant any more!"

pissed him off! Fourth, this lunatic! Apologize with death! Is his life his?

His life was given to him by Lao Tzu!

How dare you make fun of your own life!

The village chief also said to Wen Jiarui: "Jiarui, just started planting, it doesn't matter, you can quickly recover the wheat from the field. What's the use of apologizing for death so serious!"

Warm knows they are for their own good, but this wheat can really be grown! She will not give in because of a fabled legend.

She still shook her head: "Uncle Village Chief, we didn't want to plant this land ourselves, but the Bodhisattva asked us to plant it! So we have to plant it!"

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

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhu sneered again, and said yin and yang strangely: "The Bodhisattva asked you to plant it? How did the Bodhisattva let you plant it? Let's hear it! I tell you, don't make fun of the Bodhisattva, it will be punished. Retribution!"

He gave her a warm and light look: "Retribution will only fall on those sinister villains."

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

Zhu Shi felt that something fell on her head, she wiped it with her hand, looked at it, and found that it was bird droppings, her stomach tumbling for a while.

Wen Nuan couldn't help laughing: "Tsk tsk, the retribution is coming! And it's a present-day newspaper!"

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

Zhu Shi was so angry that a mouthful of old blood almost didn't spit out with the food residue in her stomach, and she didn't care about arguing with Wen Nuan, she quickly turned around and ran home to wash her hair.

too disgusting!

The village chief ignored such trivial matters. Their village was close to the mountains, and every late autumn, many migratory birds from the north would fly back to the mountains here to spend the winter.

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

This is not unusual, just a coincidence.

In fact, he also felt that the man who planted wheat in the legend was just unlucky to encounter a natural disaster, and everything was just a coincidence.

"Sister Nuan, why do you say that this wheat was planted by Bodhisattva?"

Everyone looked at Wennuan, waiting for her to explain.

"I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, there was a beautiful Guanyin goddess who was wearing white clothes, with a glowing head, and said to me in the dream, let me plant a season of wheat after the autumn harvest to benefit the villagers, so that I can Your body will be better, and you will be healthy in the future.

I said that my family has no fields because of my illness, how can I plant it? She taught me a way to make money selling fried snails. The next day, I told my father about it, and our family really made money to buy land by selling fried snails. Planting winter wheat is what Bodhisattva taught us to do, and 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 how 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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