Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

Everyone in the village knew that the Wen family's precious few plots of land had a good harvest, but no one knew what they had harvested. They could only watch from a distance as sack after sack was moved home.

Some people wanted to dig it out secretly at night to see what it was, but they were scared away by the strange thing in the hands of the Wang brothers.

That thing will suddenly light up, and it can shine very far, and it will be dazzling when it shines on your face. No one will be afraid of it.

Fortunately, there were many people, so after digging for three or four days, all the potatoes and sweet potatoes were harvested, and they were all piled in the temporary warehouse of Wen Xiuyi's new house.

"So much." Old Man Wen didn't realize it until he harvested it all. It was really a lot. When he first planted it, it was only a few bags. Now, it has piled up a whole room, weighing several thousand kilograms.

After being surprised, Old Man Wen looked at Wen Xiuyi: "Boss, are you saying that you can plant another crop after the wheat is harvested?"

Wen Xiuyi nodded: "Yes, yes. I have seen the climate here. After harvesting wheat, it will definitely be no problem to plant another crop of potatoes and sweet potatoes."

Old Man Wen looked at so many potatoes and sweet potatoes, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Plant, save these all for seed, and when the wheat is harvested, plant them all, and plant the land on the barren hills behind."

Wen Xiuyi's mouth twitched: "Dad, it's not like that."

"What do you know? Just plant this." Old Man Wen insisted on his opinion and walked out with his hands behind his back. He wanted to tell them not to be greedy and eat them, but after thinking about it, they were all piled up. Go ahead and eat if you like. Just eat as much as you can with a few mouths.

Wen Yao was going to choose a few nights to cook. When she saw Wen Xiu Yi sighing, she smiled and said: "My father is quite stubborn. Dad, just listen to my father. We couldn't grow more of this at that time. Look at our hometown. Most of them were fed to pigs.

But things are different now. We don’t even have enough to eat. Do you think how many people will starve to death if there is a famine every year?

Look at my father again. He has been happy since the day of harvest, and his eyes are almost slits.

You, just follow the old man's wish and plant it. Maybe you can become a big potato and sweet potato farmer in the future, improve the food and clothing problem of the people across the country, and then get an official position or something, tsk tsk. "

"Don't talk nonsense. It's not official. You don't want to talk about it at this time. You will beheaded." Wen Xiuyi quickly glared at his daughter.

Wen Yao shrugged, picked out what he wanted and was ready to leave.

"Green pepper and potato shreds tonight?" Wen Yao raised an eyebrow at Wen Xiu Yi.

Wen Xiuyi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Have your chili peppers grown?"

"Uh-huh." Wen Yao nodded: "There are a few that may have genetic mutations. I think they are quite big, so I picked them. I will satisfy your cravings in the evening and let my father and my grandma see my secret weapon. .”

"Let's go, daddy will help you."

The father and daughter left the warehouse chatting and laughing, not forgetting to lock it before leaving.

At night, it was the first time for everyone in the Wen family to eat another food that stimulated their taste buds besides dogwood.

Wen Yao said, this is called chili pepper.

With the foreshadowing of the taste of dogwood, the taste of this chili pepper is not so unacceptable to everyone, and it even feels much more delicious than the taste of dogwood.

There is only the big head, which always feels a bit strange when he eats it. He seems to have tasted this before.

He raised his head and looked at his father and brothers and sisters, but Datou still silently chose to swallow his doubts back in his stomach.

After dinner, Da Tou endorsed Wen Xiu Yi in his arms. Even though he was already in school, Da Tou still liked to rely on Wen Xiu Yi.

Wen Xiuyi was also happy to hug his son whenever he had free time.

"Dad, we can't wait for our eldest brother tomorrow. Please ask your second uncle to pick us up early. Come right after school." Datou said.

Wen Xiuyi looked strange. After all, Datou and the three of them usually went to Jishi Hall after school, followed Shopkeeper Qiu to read for an hour, and then went home with Wenjun.

"What's wrong? Is your godfather not at home?"

Datou answered honestly: "My godfather has guests. Let's not go there for the next few days. If we need to go, he will send someone to pick me up."

Wen Xiuyi touched his son's head and nodded: "Yeah, okay, I'll tell your second uncle later and I'll pick you up early tomorrow."

When Datou and Sanxiang returned to the room, Wen Yao came over and whispered: "The origin of this shopkeeper Qiu, his guests, could they be from the capital?"

Wen Xiuyi nodded: "Probably."

Wen Yao touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Xiuyi asked.

Wen Yao looked around, and when there was no one else, he lowered his voice and said, "Dad, do you think we can ask about the man named Meng? There is only half a year until the day when they are going to pick up the boss in the original book plot."

Wen Yao would have forgotten about this matter if he didn't mention Wen Xiu Yi. During this time, the life at home was so comfortable that he almost forgot that he still had such an ex-wife and Meng Quede.

Wen Xiuyi slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot about this."

Wen Yao raised her eyebrows, gave him a reassuring look, and barked at Wen Jun like a mouse.

Wen Jun came over and gave her a slap on the forehead, then looked at Wen Xiu Yi: "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Jun, this is a big deal."

Wen Jun squatted down on the other side of Wen Xiuyi, and the family of three squatted on the steps at the door, from short to high, like a signal sign that was not full.

After listening to what the two said, Wenjun looked unusually calm.

"Two people came, a father and a son. Master didn't say who they were, but he was very polite. He just told me that if we meet each other, just do what you should do. Don't be too rude, and don't be too rude. Being cautious, as for other things, I didn’t say anything else.

Oh, yes, that young man’s name is Mr. Shopkeeper Qiu. He seems to be Shopkeeper Qiu’s former student. I heard from the master that they came to us from the capital specifically to eat roast duck. "

After saying the last sentence, Wenjun glanced at Wenyao.

"Eating roast duck? You came all the way from the capital to eat roast duck with us? I'm a good boy, are our Yunwu roast duck so famous now?" Wen Yao rubbed her hands with bright eyes, suddenly looking forward to settling accounts with Sister Qiu. It’s time! !

Wenjun: "That's what he said."

Wen Xiuyi poked Wen Yao: "The halazi is about to fall, keep it." Then he looked at Wen Jun and said, "When you have time, just ask your master about Meng Quede. Your master doesn't have to ask you. Keep it secret, no matter what, he is still an official now, so we still have to make some preparations first."

Anyway, Wen Xiuyi has made up his mind. No matter who it is, no one can take his good son away, not even his mother.

"Okay, I understand." Wen Jun agreed.

Wen Yao stretched and yawned: "Brother, I'll be with you tomorrow. I'm going to find Sister Qiu."

"Where are you going?" Wen Xiuyi looked at her.

Wen Yao pointed to the location of the warehouse: "Go and make money."