Time has not changed many things in Wangjiacun, it has only made Wangjiacun more prosperous.
After decades of development, the fields around Wangjia Village have been reclaimed.
In order to allow the village to develop more smoothly, Jin Qing simply chose the mountain to cooperate with Wangjiacun.
The mountain was transformed into large tracts of terraced fields.
Ever since Jin Qing came back with his donkeys and a team of strong laborers, the land reclamation project in the village began with great fanfare.
Those guards were as tired as idiots every day. They couldn't think of anything else except struggling to write letters to the emperor when they went home every day.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, decades would pass by in an instant, and the guards would all settle down in Wangjia Village and fully integrate into it.
Wangjia Village is very lively in the evening. The life of the villagers has become better in recent years. Every household has more food than they can eat, and they also raise a lot of poultry and livestock.
Therefore, when it is time to have dinner, it becomes the happiest time for everyone.
You bring me some food, and I give you some food. It's just a spoonful more or less, but the atmosphere in the whole village becomes happy.
No one cares about gains and losses, let alone how much, as if they are a family.
Halfway up the mountain, a middle-aged man was shirtless, waving a hoe in his hand to demonstrate to the children in front of him: "You know, if you want to do this, you can't just study, otherwise you will fall down with a push from others in the future, thief" I won’t show mercy to you just because you read poetry to him, so what should we do?”
The little carrot heads grabbed the wooden sticks in their hands that looked like weapons, and shouted at the middle-aged man in unison: "Beat him!"
The middle-aged man nodded: That's right!
At this moment, a man's voice came from the foot of the mountain: "Dapeng, your mother asked you to go home for dinner."
The middle-aged man did not reply to that person's words, but continued to educate the little carrot head in front of him.
The man at the bottom of the mountain might be a little impatient: "Boss Qing is here too. Come back early with your child, don't get beaten!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man who was still teaching staggered and almost fell. Then he chased the few carrots in front of him like ducks: "Come on, hurry up, it's time to go down the mountain to eat!"
One of the children frowned and asked him: "Sir, let's not practice anymore?" Doesn't it mean that no one can walk without practicing this movement!
The man lightly knocked on the child's head and said, "Where did all this nonsense come from?" What a fart, it would really delay the ancestor's meal. He would definitely be beaten. The ancestor would not care about his status as a former general. .
The child was hit. Although it didn't hurt, it hurt his self-esteem. He cried loudly: "If you hit me, I will tell Mr. Qing!" He did nothing wrong and should not be beaten.
The crying seemed to be contagious, and several children cried loudly together: "Master Qing!" Come on, Grandpa is bullying us!
The voice spread very far across the empty mountainside, and the man at the foot of the mountain who had just called out shuddered: I can't save you.
The villagers who vaguely heard the children's cries stopped what they were doing and quietly shook their heads: Pengju is doing evil again. Why has he not lost his memory after being beaten for so many years?
That man was Wang Pengju who was executed by the emperor.
When he closed his eyes on the way back to Beijing, he really thought he was dead.
Unexpectedly, when he regained consciousness, he would appear outside Wangjia Village.
And beside him lay his wife and children...
Wang Pengju knew that the emperor had let him go and told him not to leave Wangjia Village again.
Thinking that the people in the village probably didn't know his identity as a general, Wang Pengju took his wife and children back home, never mentioning the glorious past again.
As expected, the people of Wangjiacun didn't ask him what happened in the past few decades, and quickly accepted his wife and children, as if he just went out to play for a while and now returned home.
No one wanted to watch the excitement, and no one inquired into other people's privacy. Everyone even helped him build a house.
The enthusiasm made Wang Pengju's family's eyes red. After seeing all the prosperity in the world, they discovered the preciousness of the village.
Wang Pengju was living a smooth life in the village, but there was only one thing that could worry him...
Thinking of Jin Qing, who would transform into a summoned beast when his children cried, Wang Pengju was so frightened that he hurriedly covered the children's mouths: Don't summon that ancestor.
I really don’t know what’s going on with that ancestor. Although she looks fierce, the kids in the village all like her. They like to hang on to Jin Qing when they have nothing to do.
Originally, Wang Pengju was worried that Jin Qing would suddenly hurt someone, but who would have thought that Jin Qing's child's tolerance was a hundred times stronger than that of adults.
At least Wang Pengju could often watch Jin Qing with a bunch of children hanging on his body and running around in the mountains with Shen Jiwei.
After feeling relieved, Wang Pengju no longer restricted the children from getting close to Jin Qing, but even thought about whether he could let the children learn some skills from Jin Qing like him.
Unexpectedly, it was this sinful thought that made him so helpless now.
Knowing that what happened today was his fault, Wang Pengju threatened and covered his mouth at the little carrot heads, and offered various inducements, trying desperately to make the children stop crying.
Unexpectedly, the more he covered it, the harder the child would cry and the louder the shouting would become.
Then Wang Pengju heard a sinister voice coming from behind him: "I'll give you some face!"
At the last second after being kicked up the tree by Jin Qing, Wang Pengju sighed: He should have gone home for dinner earlier.
Shen Jiwei died of physical failure when he was seventy years old.
During those days, he seemed to feel that he could not hold on for long, and he peeled melon seeds for Jin Qing like crazy. Several of his fingers were red and swollen, and his nails were turned up and bloody.
Before he died, Shen Jiwei looked very sad. He kept holding Jin Qing's hand and refused to let go. He told Jin Qing intermittently: "Qing'er, you still have a father. You go find him and play with you. Your mother and Your dad, let's play with you!" It's all his fault. If he had told Qing'er earlier that he was not Qing'er's father, Qing'er would not be alone in the future.
Jin Qing did not shake off Shen Jiwei's hand, but sighed: "I'm not going anywhere."
Shen Jiwei's breathing had become difficult. After hearing Jin Qing's words, he desperately grabbed Jin Qing's hand: "Dad went to play with your grandma and Ning'er, and Qing'er went to play with your mother and your father." You can't be alone, One will cry.
Seeing that Jin Qing was about to speak again, Shen Jiwei held Jin Qing's hand hard and struggled to add: "Bring melon seeds with you, you will be hungry..."
Then his hand dropped softly and there was no more sound.
Jin Qing looked at Shen Jiwei's face and felt that something in his heart was about to break.
After arranging Shen Jiwei's body, Jin Qing sighed: "How stupid." He looked stupider than anyone else, but in fact he was clearer than anyone else in his heart.
