But on a village road, a man in Zhongshan suit was walking. He was carrying his hands behind his back, looking leisurely and humming an old song: "I want to walk from south to north, I want to walk from white to black, I want people to see me, but I don't know who I am..."

No, it should have been walking from north to south. The man smiled and showed his white teeth. It was Wang Baoyu. He finally found a set of Zhongshan suits he had worn. On his backpack behind him, there were only a national map, a gossip map for fortune-telling and the book "Norwegian Forest".

Feng Chunling's analysis is not bad. Wang Baoyu was deeply inspired by this book. Watanabe finally got rid of it by walking. He also wanted to use this method to accumulate his soul while walking, and then truly figure out whether he should choose Qian Meifeng or Feng Chunling.

At the beginning, Wang Baoyu was still thinking about his family and children, and his heart was always quiet. However, as the journey progressed, his calves gradually became sore, and his brain began to gradually become blank. Wang Baoyu removed the burden in his heart and just rushed to the road.

Without a cell phone, without money, without thinking, naturally without desire, less trouble and more purity, Wang Baoyu felt particularly free and even regretted that he should have done such a hike long ago.

The sun was warm and the breeze blew, Wang Baoyu walked forward firmly. After walking through several small villages, it was getting late, but his stomach started to scream in a bad mood, and he felt a little thirsty.

Wang Baoyu habitually touched his pocket and planned to go to a small shop to have something to eat and drink. When he touched it, he found that there was nothing inside. Then he remembered that he had nothing to bring.

No, you have to make some food. Wang Baoyu saw a farmer leading a cow to plow the land, on the ground, with pancakes, green onions and a bucket of water.

"Brother, I'm really hungry. Can you give me some food?" Wang Baoyu leaned over and asked with a smile.

"What are you doing?" asked the farmer elder brother vigilantly.

"The fortune teller." Wang Baoyu took out the gossip diagram in his bag and showed it.

"Hehe, then do it, will I give you some food?" The farmer brother grinned.

"You see, you are a good person. There must be a happy event at home recently." Wang Baoyu said.

"You really have a chance. My wife just gave me a fat son." The farmer brother said proudly.

"You are your son's fate. In the future, the child will be very filial to you. This fate cannot be better." Wang Baoyu said as he climbed down the pole.

"Hey, you're right again. My son is very sensible. As long as he is not hungry or sleepy, he will not make noise or make trouble. I will be happy when I see him." The farmer brother showed off his son in satisfaction.

Wang Baoyu smiled and said that no matter how parents in the world look at their children, even children who cry day and night will be praised by their families and will have a loud voice and will have a bright future.

Wang Baoyu didn't care about commenting on these things, and his stomach had already started to rumbling, so he pointed to the meal and asked, "Brother, can you eat this?"

"Then you eat it, by the way, help me hold some plow after eating." said the farmer elder brother.

Wang Baoyu, who hadn't eaten for a day, felt that the pancake rolls were so sweet and delicious. He ate two pancakes in one breath, poured a lot of water, wiped his mouth, and got up to help the farmer brother help the plow.

After a few rounds, Wang Baoyu felt that his calves were particularly sore after walking for a day. When he burped, his mouth was full of scallions. Although he came out of the countryside, he had never done farm work and was a famous second-rate man. Now, he finally truly understood the hard work of farmers.

"Everyone says that other people's wife is good, but I just think no one can compare to my wife." The farmer brother held the cow and sang a song, but he looked very leisurely.

With Wang Baoyu's help, the farm work progressed much faster. At the end of the west, the farmer's elder brother pulled Wang Baoyu down and handed him a wrinkled cigarette he had rolled, and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

"If we do our job, we will be home from all over the world." Wang Baoyu said.

"You still plan to do this for the rest of your life, you haven't married a wife."

"Not yet."

"I saw it. To be honest, no girl would want to marry a fortune teller," the farmer was worried for Wang Baoyu and even sighed.

Wang Baoyu smiled and said, "So I thought about making more money and then marry myself."

"Well, you have to be authentic. Seeing that it's dark, you're still helping with your work. Why not stay at my house for one night and go tomorrow morning?" The farmer said righteously.

"That's so thankful." Wang Baoyu quickly clasped his fists.

"Let's go, my wife must be anxious at home. My son is so fat. She is more than eight pounds after giving birth. My wife is so tired when she holds her all day long." The farmer brother mentioned his son happily again, then took a few puffs of cigarettes, crushed her with his feet, and stood up and said.

After getting on the ox cart, Wang Baoyu sat on the ox cart and headed towards the nearby small village in the darkening night.

The old cow who returned home was rushing his tail, shaking his head constantly. Wang Baoyu still couldn't get used to the smell of the cow's butt, and couldn't help but turn his head to the side.

"Where is my hometown?" The farmer asked about family matters while rushing the bus.

"From Dongfeng Village, Liuhe Town, Funing County." Wang Baoyu said.

"What's your name?"

"Wang Xiaobao."

"I've sang a 2-man turn."

"No, I can't bear that hardship."

"Depending on your young age, why don't you find some legitimate business to do it?" the farmer asked in confusion.

"If you don't have land at home, you can do this skill. You can only do this, which is not easy to do, and you often go hungry." Wang Baoyu said.

"Well, you are too young, and this kind of craft is for retirement." The farmer's words were considered a true insight.

After chatting all the way, I came to the home of the farmer brother. This was a three-large brick house next to the village. A short and fat peasant woman was holding a child in her arms and looking at the door.

"Dalin, who is this?" the peasant woman asked in confusion.

"A little brother who knows how to tell fortunes, Funing is from, named Wang Xiaobao. He helped me help me with the plow just now." said the farmer brother.

When the peasant woman heard that she was helping with her work, she immediately smiled and led the way into the house. The peasant elder brother first washed on the water table, and then he called Wang Baoyu to the east room to sit down.
Chapter completed!