The old couple explained and persuaded each other kindly, and thought that the oolong would be solved after they explained everything clearly.
Unexpectedly, everyone did not disperse and still stood there.
The Su family faced these people face to face, and the air was silent, "..."
Su Dasu was holding a bucket in his hands. He didn't know whether he should go to fetch water at this time.
Go ahead and leave a room full of young people and women to stay with these people and feel uneasy.
Don't go, it's really a waste of time.
The Su family's troubles haven't been sorted out yet, and the people from Pier 12 are not sure if they will continue to rush over, so the whole family has to seize every opportunity to work.
Su Da wiped his face and spoke carefully to these people, with obvious hints, "You...do you still have something to do?"
If nothing happens, let's leave.
Really need to work.
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the opposite side immediately brightened their eyes.
Su Da took a step back, a bad premonition suddenly occurred. He asked the wrong thing, he must have asked the wrong thing!
really.
"Bodhisattva of the Su family, I have a small request... Can I open a piece of wasteland behind your yard? I, I also grow vegetables! When I came from exile, I brought two bags of vegetable seeds from home, but they have never been found. Use it and keep it well!"
"I also want to open a piece of wasteland next to your house. It doesn't have to be big, just a small piece, okay?"
"I beg the Bodhisattva of the Su family to do well and let us grow some vegetables with you!"
One person shouts and a hundred people drink, the scene is nothing more than that.
Facing those pairs of gray and dim eyes, grabbing the tiny bit of light that appeared in their eyes, the Su family had mixed feelings.
If they are not protected by others, one day in the future they will live like these people.
Dark, hopeless, humble.
Old woman Su and her husband looked at each other. After the other party nodded slightly, she spoke, "Tubei Mountain is full of wasteland, and whoever reclaims it has the final say. You can cultivate the land you want. You can reclaim the wasteland around the vegetable garden in my yard." yes."
Then she changed the topic again, "But the dirty talk is ahead. It is true that there are no experts in my family. If someone comes to seek bad luck again and the land we farm suffers, then we can't blame my Su family. Everyone has ended up here. , are all struggling to survive. We, the Su family, can provide convenience to everyone within our capabilities, but if we are unable to do so, we are not to blame."
Everyone was already crying with joy when they were able to get the approval of the Su family. How could they dare to ask for more, and no one dared to refuse, "Okay, okay! Thank you, thank you so much!"
The crowd gathered outside Su's house finally dispersed.
They each rushed home, picked up the land reclamation tools, led their families, and rushed to the Su family courtyard, where they circled the land and immersed themselves in land reclamation.
The energy bursting out from these people was unprecedented, and it was so strong that it diluted the gloom and shined out.
Tubeishan, which had been silent for many years, finally became a little lively and gained some real popularity.
The Su family finished their chores and sat in the house, listening to the banging noises behind the yard and smiling cheerfully.
They are just ordinary people.
We can neither benefit ourselves alone nor benefit the world at large.
Normal is fine.
Let it be.
…
There is a ruined temple in the west of Fengyun City.
I don’t know which dynasty or generation this temple was built in. It’s too old.
The front yard wall has long since collapsed, leaving only a section of the loess mud wall root, and the yard is overgrown with weeds.
The walls of the main temple are mottled, densely covered with cracks and severely damaged, and the eaves and beams are covered with spider webs.
Walking from the outside in, I wonder if it is because of the lack of incense offerings. There is a cold air in the ruined temple, and even the bright sunshine in spring has to avoid it.
The crazy old man with a straw hat on his head stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the ruined temple with his hands on his hips, his nose turned horizontally and his eyes raised. He was extremely impatient with the old man standing at the foot of the stairs in brocade clothes. You are so beautiful, why don’t you come to show off?”
Mr. Wan Liu did not dare to neglect the old man on the stage. Even if he was several years younger than himself, he was still polite and polite. "Old Du, please forgive me. Wan came here this time because he wanted to see Broken Sword." , we have something to talk about.”
The low and hoarse voice of the man in the temple came, with an icy texture, cold and hard, "No see, no talk. No."
The crazy old man immediately raised his chin and tried to drive Master Wanliu out like a fly, "Isn't it just because of Tu Beishan's thing? What he did at Pier 12 this time has already made people laugh, and he still wants to catch up. Are you the butt of laughter in front of me? Those short-lived ghosts who died under your hands have nothing to do with Broken Blade, it was not him who did it, so hurry up and get out of here!"
Wan Liuye glanced into the darkness of the temple, his eyes flashing with light, "Duandao is a man of his word. If you say it's not you, then it's definitely not you. But this time, in addition to asking about this matter, I also I have a favor to ask you. One family of small people in Pier 12 are in trouble one after another, and the people who help them behind the scenes are very capable. I would like to ask Broken Blade to help find the person hiding behind it. You don’t need to do anything, just grab the person. Just come out and report to me. The deadline is one month, and the reward is fifty taels."
He turned his attention to the crazy old man who was growing impatient on the steps, "Add a Tianshan snow lotus, the petals are intact, and the quality is high."
The crazy old man's expression changed and he smiled brightly, "Take it, take it! I'll take over this job for him!"
"As per the old rules, half of the reward will be paid first. After the work is completed, Wan will personally deliver the other twenty-five taels and the Tianshan Snow Lotus." Mr. Wan Liu's face moved slightly. He handed over a brocade money bag and took it from his waist. He took a pot of wine and threw it into the temple. "I know that the broken knife will not be happy without wine. This is Wangque Tower's new brew. You can taste it."
After sending away the visitors, the crazy old man immediately rushed to the temple happily, "Hey! The overlord of one party is indeed a overlord. The offer is really generous, but it's just to grab someone, and the offer is only fifty taels, hahaha! I can handle this business!"
When he stood still in a dark corner, what responded to him was a broken knife leaning out of the darkness.
The blade of the sword shines coldly in the light, and the aftertaste of the tiger's roar and dragon's roar that it brought out when it broke through the air is still there, and its murderous aura makes people feel cold on the soles of their feet.
The crazy old man swallowed secretly, stretched out a finger and carefully pushed away the knife aimed at his throat, "You see, you are stubborn. If you don't take jobs or make money, how can you drink every day? I have a cleaner pocket than my face. , why do you still want to rely on me to support you! Besides, this task is not difficult, why not just find someone? Fifty taels!"
The man retracted his knife, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, "Snow Lotus of Tianshan Mountain."
"..." The crazy old man gritted his teeth, but his voice was warm on the contrary, "Yes, yes, it was my eyes that opened when I saw Xue Lian, but fifty taels is also real money in my pocket, isn't it? And this wine, Wangquelouxin The profiteer Bai Xiaofeng priced the fragrant dew at five taels for a small jar, and sold five portions every day."
He stretched out his finger and tapped the white porcelain wine bottle in the man's hand. There was a crisp ding, "If you don't accept the job, will you give this wine back?"
The man was silent for a moment, then opened the cork of the wine bottle with his thumb, raised his head and drank.
