Yan Huaiwen was still the same. After drinking the medicine, she became drowsy and woke herself up from her sleep.

Seeing that the second child was cleaning the house lightly, he couldn't help but cough.

"Brother, you're awake!" Yan Laoer rushed over and asked him: "Do you want it to be convenient?"

Yan Huaiwen couldn't help but get angry and asked back and forth, "Do you have nothing to say about your elder brother?" For example, your gambling debt of twenty taels.

But he said nothing and shook his head calmly.

Asked him: "How is the wheat harvest in the field?"

Yan Laoer was a little embarrassed and did a little slow, but really, the couple had already tried their best.

"It will take some time." He said embarrassedly: "It should be able to enter the warehouse with others."

I collected so many days earlier than others and entered the warehouse together.

This speed...

Yan Huaiwen shook his head secretly. Time was too late. According to his vague memories, the wells in the village would soon dry up, without water, and the wheat in the field fell down, and the yield was greatly reduced. There was not much food to be harvested.

They are pretty good. The grain prices in the town’s grain shops have soared. How many people can’t afford to eat food? There is no grain or water, what can I do if I don’t run away?

At first, they were well-informed wealthy families, and then more and more people came. When they found that half of the people in the town had fled to famine, they became anxious.

But they still walked late, and the food they could eat on the road was plundered by the people in front of them. All they left were dry grass roots and bark, not to mention water sources.

This time, they must set out in advance.

"Tianyou, go and invite the village chief." Yan Huaiwen ordered.

"Ask the village chief? It's so late..." Yan Laoer was not curious about why he wanted to hire the village chief. He is a Western-sized product and must not ask the bottom line, otherwise he would be likely to dig himself into it.

Yan Huaiwen glared: "If you want to go, go."

Yan Laoer responded and left in a hurry.

...

The village elders are getting stronger and still stick to the wells in the village.

He is in his early forties this year. He has three sons, and his three sons gave birth to five grandchildren for him. He is the most prosperous family in the village.

Village Chief Luo sets rules that each household has four buckets of water a day, which means four buckets of water. This standard is determined according to the daily consumption of water for his family. If it is said that it is not enough, he must take his son and grandson to see what is not enough.

In fact, the village chief is already discussing the wheat harvest with his eldest son.

"Without water, the wheat stays in the field and dies of drought sooner or later. It's better to harvest it early."

The villagers never gave up their hope. They poured all the water they couldn't bear to eat and use into the fields, just to make a good harvest.

But look...ah! God won't give you a way out!

"Dad, harvest one day earlier, but you have to collect a lot less!" Boss Luo thrust in pain. Only the farmers who have been using the land for many years know the preciousness of each grain of food.

Especially, so many people in their family are counting on the promising future in the fields to make a living.

"Don't I feel sorry?" the village chief glared at him fiercely, "The old people in the village said there was no rain, there was no rain, didn't you hear it? God, don't you give me any food!" He sighed deeply.

"Who?" The eldest grandson of the Luo family heard the movement and asked at the figure walking towards him.

"Da Tie? It's me, Yan Laoer, where are your master?" Yan Huaian was so tired that he gasped, just wanted to invite the village chief to the house early, and then fall asleep.

"Here, Uncle Yan Er, why are you here again?" Santie is more lively, not as mature as Da Tie, and is more familiar with Yan Lao Er.

He has often heard Yan Laoer brag about it, not caring about whether Yan Laoer is doing it properly or not, the people are really doing it freely and don’t have to work. Some people raise it, and they eat delicious food and drink spicy food.

Tsk! What a beautiful life!

If you don’t talk about others, Santiedi is very envious.

"My elder brother invites his old man to go to his house." When he arrived, Yan Huaian saw the village chief with a stern face. "Uncle Luo, look..."

Village Chief Luo did not say nonsense, and told his son and grandson to take good care of the water well, and got up and left.

Santie rolled his eyes and shouted, "Master, I'll accompany you for a trip."

Boss Luo thought about it but did not object.

Yan Xiucai is the only scholar in the village who has fame and fame.

Very respected by the villagers.

But this time his family is involved in the Li Zheng family, which is above the village.

They really couldn't figure out whether the two families were really talking about being close.

The youngest son of the Li Zheng family said something so concise, but if he really wants to be a bride, how could he beat his future father-in-law?

The villagers are simple and do not have so many twists and turns.

Boss Luo felt that Yan Xiucai was afraid that he would disagree. The Li Zheng family was always domineering and would definitely make trouble again.

At this time, he should be asking his father over there, and it should be a discussion of countermeasures.

It’s better to let Santieng follow the past, the child is so shady that he can still learn when he comes back.

The old man was in great shape and walked so fast that Yan Laoer almost couldn't keep up.

While walking, he clamped him with his eyes and asked, "Is Xiucai Yan better?"

"It's much better." Yan Huaian replied.

The village chief asked again: "Did you take your wife to the field today?"

"Yes, my family plans to collect the wheat in advance." Yan Huaian felt that there was no problem with his answer.

Unexpectedly, Village Chief Luo snorted loudly and said, "I don't care about you on weekdays. Your brother is still lying down and can't get up. You have come up with such a solution. Why? Let him feel sorry for you when you see you go down? You can still bring your wife with you? I can do it! I heard that the money for taking medicine is still on the account. Yan Lao Er, Yan Lao Er, your brother treats you very well! Why don't you know how to give him a scholar? Ah? You just know that you want money if you think about it..."

Seeing his master talking more and more, Santie hurriedly interrupted him, "Master, look at some roads and be careful at your feet."

The village chief said: "What do I see? I have been walking the roads in the village for more than 40 years, and I can walk back and forth even with my eyes closed."

But he was too lazy to talk to Yan Laoer. He had something to say to the scholar and ignored the second-rate guy, hum!

...

"I'm sorry to invite you to such a late night... Cough cough..." Yan Huaiwen sat up and signaled his silly brother to pour water.

After receiving the instructions, Yan Laoer took action immediately.

The village chief sighed: "You are unable to move, so I should have come to see you early, but you also know that this day has been wrong recently. I have to watch it, the boss and the others can't hold it."

If he hadn't been to the old well, he would have been caught up with the well.

Two bowls of cold white began to come to the grandparents and grandchildren.

Santie couldn't help swallowing.

Although they were guarding the old well, they never slaughtered the water at all.

After the master set the number, they did what they did honestly, and had to save some drinks from their mouths and pour them on the ground.

Seeing that the third grandson was so greedy, the village chief couldn't bear it and said, "Drink."

"Oh!" Santie responded very quickly, picked up the bowl, and waited for his master to take a sip before he started drinking it.
Chapter completed!