Yan Huaiwen was still the same. After drinking the medicine, he felt groggy and sleepy, and coughed himself up again in his sleep.
Seeing the second child tidying up the house lightly, I couldn't help but cough lightly.
"Brother, you're awake!" Yan Laoer came over quickly and asked him, "Do you want it convenient?"
Yan Huaiwen couldn't help but feel a little angry, and asked back and forth, "Don't you have anything else to say to your elder brother? For example, about your twenty-tael gambling debt."
But he didn't say anything and shook his head calmly.
Ask him: "How is the harvest of wheat in the field?"
Yan Laoer was a little embarrassed, and the work was really slow, but really, the two of them had tried their best.
"Probably, it will take some time." He said sarcastically, "I should be able to enter the warehouse with others."
They closed so many days earlier than others and even entered the warehouse together.
This speed...
Yan Huaiwen shook his head secretly. There was not enough time. According to his vague and distant memory, the wells in the village would soon dry up. There would be no water, the wheat in the fields would fall, the yield would be severely reduced, and not much food could be harvested.
They are still doing well. In the grain store in town, food prices have skyrocketed. How many people can't afford food? They have no food or water. What else can they do if they don't run away?
At first it was the well-informed wealthy households, but then the number of people increased. When they found that half of the people in the town had fled, they became anxious.
But they still left late, and all the food they could eat on the road had been plundered by the people in front of them, leaving them with only dry grass roots and bark, not to mention water.
This time, they must hit the road early.
"God bless, go and invite the village chief." Yan Huaiwen ordered.
"Invite the village chief? It's so late..." Yan Laoer was not curious as to why he wanted to invite the village chief. He was a Xibei guy and he must not get to the bottom of it, otherwise he might get himself involved.
Yan Huaiwen glared: "Go if you are told."
Yan Laoer responded and walked away as fast as he could.
…
The village elder must be strong and still stick to the village well.
He is only in his early forties this year. He has three sons, and his three sons have given him five grandchildren. He is the most prosperous family in the village.
Village Chief Luo has set a rule that each household has four barrels of water per day, that is four barrels of water. This standard is set based on the daily water consumption of his family. If it is not enough, he must bring his son and grandson with him.
Come and see what's wrong with it.
In fact, the village chief is already discussing with his eldest son about harvesting wheat.
"Without water, if the wheat is left in the ground, it will sooner or later die of drought. It is better to harvest it early."
The villagers never gave up hope. They poured all the water they could not bear to eat into the fields in order to have a good harvest.
But now...Oh! God won't give me a way to survive!
"Dad, harvest a day early, but you have to harvest a lot less!" Mr. Luo felt distressed. Only farmers who have been tending the land all year round know how precious every grain of grain is.
Especially since so many members of their family depend on the income from the fields for their livelihood.
"Don't I feel bad?" The village chief glared at him fiercely, "The old people in the village said there is no rain, there is no rain, didn't you hear? God, don't reward me with food!" He sighed deeply.
"Who?" The eldest grandson of the Luo family heard the noise and shouted towards the figure walking quickly.
"Datie? It's me, Yan Laoer, where is your father?" Yan Huaian panted tiredly. He just wanted to invite the village chief home early and then fall asleep.
"Here you are, Uncle Yan Er, why are you here again?" San Tie is more lively, not as mature as Da Tie, and is more familiar with Yan Lao Er.
He had often heard Yan Laoer brag. Regardless of whether Yan Laoer was doing his job properly or not, it was true that Yan Laoer lived a cool and unrestrained life. He didn't have to work, he had someone to support him, and he was well-liked and well-fed.
Tsk! What a beautiful day!
Not to mention others, I am envious of triathletes.
"My eldest brother invited him to his home." When he arrived, Yan Huaian saw the village chief with a straight face. "Uncle Luo, look..."
Village Chief Luo didn't talk nonsense. He asked his son and grandson to take care of the well, got up and left.
Santie rolled his eyes and called, "Sir, let me go with you."
Boss Luo thought about it and had no objection.
Yan Xiucai is the only famous scholar in the village.
He is very respected by the villagers.
But this time, what his family was provoking was the Li Zheng family, which was weighing heavily on Shiliba Village.
They really couldn't figure out whether the two families were really talking about getting married.
What the youngest son of the Li Zheng family said was true. If he really wanted to get married, how could he marry his future father-in-law?
The people in the village are simple and there are not so many twists and turns.
Boss Luo felt that Yan Xiucai might not agree. The Li Zheng family has always been domineering and would definitely make trouble again.
Inviting his father over at this time should be to discuss countermeasures.
It's okay to let the triathlete go with you. That kid can still learn a lesson when he comes back.
The old man was in great shape and walked so fast that Yan Laoer almost couldn't keep up.
As he walked, he pinched him with his eyes and asked, "Is Yan Xiucai feeling better?"
"Much better." Yan Huaian replied.
The village chief asked again: "Did you take your wife to the fields today?"
"Yes, my family plans to harvest wheat in advance." Yan Huaian felt that his answer was correct.
Unexpectedly, Village Chief Luo snorted loudly and said: "I don't care if you behave like a monster on weekdays. Your brother is still lying down and can't get up. You have come up with such a method. What? Let him feel bad when he sees you lying on the ground? And bring him with you?"
With your wife? I'll give you what you can! I heard that the money for the medicine is still on the account, Yan Laoer, Yan Laoer, your brother treats you very well! Why don't you know how to leave money for him, a scholar?
Do you want some face? Ah? I know that people who want to think about the Dharma need money and money..."
Seeing that his father was going too far, Santie hurriedly interrupted him, "Master, please look at the road and be careful where you step."
The village chief said: "Whatever I look at, I have been walking on the road in the village for more than forty years, and I can walk back and forth with my eyes closed."
But he was too lazy to talk to Yan Laoer. If he had anything to say, he would talk to Xiucai Gong and ignore this second-rate guy, huh!
…
"I'm sorry for inviting you here so late...ahem..." Yan Huaiwen sat up and motioned to his silly brother to pour some water.
After receiving the instruction, Yan Laoer immediately took action.
The village chief sighed: "You have difficulty moving. I should have come to see you earlier, but you also know that something is wrong these days. I have to keep an eye on it. Boss and the others can't control it."
If he hadn't gone to the market at the old well, I'm afraid the well would have been drained long ago.
Two bowls of cold white wine began to arrive in front of the grandfather and grandson.
Santie couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Even though they were guarding the old well, they never pumped in more water.
The master set the number, and they obeyed it honestly, saving what they drank from their own mouths and pouring it into the ground.
Seeing his third grandson being so greedy, the village chief couldn't bear it and said, "Drink."
"Alas!" Santie responded very quickly, picked up the bowl, and waited for his father to take a sip before he started drinking.