Nuan Nuan happened to be bringing some tea and snacks to the day laborers in the fields together with Big Gray and Little Hei.
She heard everyone's shouting from a distance, and frowned: Why bother to accuse someone!
She knew that ancient people were superstitious, and she firmly believed that if this matter was not handled well, if there was an extra snowflake this winter, or an extra drop of rain next year, these ignorant ancient people would be lazy in their homes!
Is it really not possible
Of course not, there is no compromise in her life dictionary, only facing up to difficulties!
She believes that all problems have solutions.
Nuan Nuan did not step forward, she was also thinking of a way.
When Xiao Hei saw Wen Nuan standing still in the field, he thought he had arrived at his destination, so he flew down in the sky.
Nuan Nuan saw Xiao Hei and suddenly thought of a way.
Since they are superstitious, she will use her spear to attack her shield!
Nuan Nuan waved to Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei immediately fell on her palm.
Nuan Nuan whispered a few words to Xiao Hei.
After hearing this, Xiao Hei tilted his head slightly, thought for a while, seemed to understand what it meant, then nodded, and warmed the copper pot in his mouth.
After receiving the warmth, it flew into the sky, went straight into the sky, hovered in the sky for a while, and then flew towards the mountains.
Nuan Nuan then raised his feet and walked in the direction of Wen Jiarui.
Da Hui hung a food box around his neck and followed Nuan Nuan slowly.
Those wolf eyes with a faint light were thoughtful after hearing the warm words.
Everyone was still shouting at Wen Jiarui not to continue planting. The short-term workers urged Wen Jiarui to settle the wages, and they did not dare to continue planting.
It's okay if you don't know. Now that you already know, how dare you continue!
They even thought about going home and bringing some sacrifices to worship the father-in-law of the land, asking him not to blame him for anything he did not do.
Wen Jiarui thought about a way in his heart. If he insisted on planting it, it wouldn't be possible, but the people in the village would definitely let chickens out and eat up all the wheat seeds in the field!
He believed that this wheat could survive the winter.
Wen Jiarui said: "I have read in a book that this wheat can indeed survive the winter. That legend is just a coincidence, that person just happened to meet the sky. I must do this! If God really blames me, I will bear it! "
Mr. Wen was about to be pissed off: "Shut up! You are responsible for this!"
Mrs. Zhu sneered: "Fourth brother, do you bear all the burden? What do you bear with all your energy? Do you have gold and silver mountains or mines? I thought you were a person who had read the books of sages and you should know what filial piety is!" What is righteousness! Where do you put your parents? Where do you put the entire village? Where do you put the people of the entire county? You are pushing us into a hell that will never be restored!"
"Yes, if God is to blame and the whole county suffers, can you afford to pay for it?"
"Can you afford to compensate? What can you give to compensate?"
"What do you want to compensate for? Tell me!"
... ...
One by one, the villagers asked him questions.
When pressed by everyone, Wen Jiarui's face turned cold: "The land has been planted, and those who should be offended have been offended. If there is a natural disaster, I will die to apologize! I will pay with my life! Doesn't that legend mean that the county magistrate?" Did the natural disaster disappear after the death of that person? If there really is a natural disaster, I will immediately die to atone for my sins, so that it will not harm everyone, that’s it!”
Just then Nuan Nuan came over and said loudly: "Yes, I said I wanted to plant this winter wheat. If it is really because of planting wheat that natural disasters continue, I will die to apologize! I will use my life to pay!"
When Wen Jiarui saw Sister Nuan coming over, his expression changed. It would be enough for him to die as an apology! Sister Nuan, why should I die to apologize for this
Wen Jiarui can gamble with his own life, but that is absolutely not possible with his daughter's life!
The villagers were all shocked by the two men's apology, and no one said anything for a while.
People will plant it even if they die!
Mr. Wen nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood: "I'm sorry, you big-headed devil! No planting is allowed in this land! We have just started planting now, it doesn't matter, stop now, no more planting is allowed!"
He was so angry! Fourth, this madman! Apologize with death! Is his life his!
His life was given to him by me!
How dare you joke with your own life!
The village chief also said to Wen Jiarui: "Jiarui, it doesn't matter if we have just started planting. Just take back the wheat in the field now. There is no need to apologize for such a serious crime with death!"
Nuan Nuan knows they are doing it for their own good, but this wheat can really be grown! She won't give in because of a false legend.
She still shook her head: "Uncle Village Chief, we didn't want to plant this land ourselves. 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 going on?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Zhu sneered again and said angrily: "The Bodhisattva asked you to plant it? How did the Bodhisattva let you plant it? Tell me! I tell you, don't make fun of the Bodhisattva casually, that will lead to disaster. Retribution!”
Nuan Nuan glanced at her lightly: "Retribution will only fall on those insidious villains."
As Nuan Nuan finished speaking, a group of migratory birds flew across the blue sky above her head, and then a piece of bird droppings fell on Zhu's head.
Zhu felt something falling on her head. She wiped it with her hand and took a look. Then she found that it was bird droppings, and her stomach turned.
Wen Nuan couldn't help but laugh: "Tsk, tsk, look, retribution is coming! And it's retribution in this world!"
Some people couldn't help laughing: This Zhu family is so unlucky!
Zhu was so angry that she almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood along with the food residue in her stomach. She didn't care to argue 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. Every late autumn, many migratory birds from the north would fly back to spend the winter in the mountains here.
Villagers are harvesting in the fields, and sometimes some villagers often win the "jackpot".
This is not unusual, just a coincidence.
In fact, he also felt that the man who grew wheat in the legend was just unlucky enough to encounter a natural disaster, and everything was just a coincidence.
"Sister Nuan, why did you say that Bodhisattva asked you to grow this wheat?"
Everyone looked at Nuan Nuan, waiting for her explanation.
"I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, there was a beautiful Goddess Guanyin who was wearing white clothes and had a glowing head. She told me in the dream that she should plant a season of wheat after the autumn harvest to benefit the villagers. In this way, I Your body will get better and you will be healthy in the future.
I said that because of my illness, my family had no farmland. How could we plant? She then taught me a way to make money by selling fried snails. The next day, I told my father about this, and our family really made money to buy land by selling fried snails. Planting winter wheat is what Bodhisattva taught us to do. I have agreed, so we must plant it! "
The village chief was extremely surprised: "So the recipe for frying snails was actually taught to you by 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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