Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Ding Guihua finally realized that after she got on the kang and turned off the lights, she had no place to display her ambitions. The space was closed.

It's like I never had it before and no spells work.

Leng Yanqiu also encountered an obstacle at this moment. She could not summon the flying sword, and her original plan of flying with the sword was still a dream. The flying sword could only fly freely in the small world.

Is it because of too many worldly affairs and too little spiritual practice, or is it because of insufficient spiritual energy?

Leng Yanqiu could only passively join the ranks of night runners, change into sportswear and sneakers, and try to "pull onions out of dry land". Silently, a thin black shadow climbed over the gate.

When I landed on the ground, I met a pair of green dog eyes.

I still have the ability to climb walls and fly over rooftops, and I am very happy. Leng Yanqiu reminded me: "Look after the house, hush, I will take you next time."

He continued to run and jump, and he managed to climb over the farm door with difficulty. The three-meter-high color-coated steel door had an extra top beam. Fortunately, he touched the door lock with his toes, so he was able to use the force to jump up again when he fell.

Leng Yanqiu: Why did she take a special look inside when she rode on the roof? With her eyesight, she should be able to see clearly the many fans in the farm, so why did they all come out in the middle of the night? Did they want to send me away with such an obsessed look?

The flying sword reminded in the small world: "Master, according to the master's wife's habit, it's time for them to change shifts."

Changing shifts? Leng Yanqiu understood. Apart from Zhenbang, who had an important task, all the others who came to the gate of the courtyard should be taken in, and a new batch of people on duty would be replaced when they came back.

That's right, what are you doing here, a lone man like you, Zha Zha Ji? Is it not enough for you to be the king outside, and you want to sneak into the small world to challenge the authority of the flying sword?

The flying sword still has a difficult task to accomplish, and it plays the leading role tonight.

Leng Yanqiu no longer cared about the relationship between her fans. She ran with the wind under her feet and felt great about running at night.

Target: Fangguantun.

Both belong to Linhe Town. Ma Liu Village and Fangguantun are six or seven miles apart. The specific locations of the hometowns of the three highly respected members of the Fang clan have been found out. Leng Yanqiu started from each family and collected all the old men and women over ten years old at home into the space. The rest of the arrangements were left to Feijian.

Oh my god, even though I am a farmer, getting up late at night to do farm work is still too hard, how unwilling I am to do it! It is still okay to appreciate the beautiful dreams.

It is like a fairyland. From a distance, there are picturesque mountains and clear waters. From a closer look, there are green grasses and spots of moving things. Are they cattle and sheep? Take a closer look.

However, an invisible flying sword was driving them away and monitoring them. A voice came from nowhere, giving instructions in a spooky tone: "One family has ten acres of land. Reclaim it and sow seeds—"

Also with loop playback.

The three families were divided into three places. The strange thing was that the familiar farm tools were still scattered on the ground, but now they were using machines. What happened in their previous life? They were still digging and shoveling with shovels and pickaxes.

With these conditions and manpower, anyone who shirks his duties will be spanked. There was a teenage bully who cried and asked his father to hold him and protect his butt, and then shouted: "I won't go to the fields, I won't go to the fields!"

Who wouldn't want to struggle a bit? Although it was just a dream, it was confirmed that I was dreaming.

Then, the little bully was beaten and cried loudly, and his father's butt and hands were also not saved. The magical dream they were in had no sun but was as bright as day, and the redness and swelling on his hands were clearly visible.

A teenage baby was crying and digging the soil. No education is as simple and effective as starting to smoke.

There were bursts of "pa pa" whipping sounds, and all the dazed people were forced to take action. They must have been wondering in their hearts, it was just a dream, why was the pain so clear?

Working in your sleeping clothes, well, that must be a dream.

There are also those who like to sleep naked. Luckily, they brought a sheet with them when they came in. Why is there someone staring at me in my dream? I quickly wrapped myself up and worked in the fields as if I were wearing a big skirt.

White dress, flowery dress, bare chest, use all your strength, the flying sword's whipping is really painful!

"I don't want to dream anymore! I want to wake up!" This is the common wish of all the members of the Fang family. But it's useless. When they close their eyes and open them again, they still see green mountains, clear waters and lush grass.

The three old men still enjoy the highest treatment. Don't work? Fine! But you are not allowed to sleep, smoke or drink water. Do you dare to close your eyes? You will soon hear the children and grandchildren crying for their parents.

Just like that, the assigned tasks were not completed when the rooster crowed. After the rooster crowed three times, everyone returned to their own cold kangs in batches. The carefree ones continued to sleep, while the narrow-minded ones sat up as if awakened by a nightmare, checked around and confirmed again and again.

What are you confirming? Even in my dreams, my whole body aches, and there's grass juice and mud between my fingers. Wow - it's haunted!

The Fang family must have been in chaos today. Those who were studying were late, those who were working were absent from work, their tender hands were covered with blisters, and there was a circle of grass juice and mud on the flowery sheets and white quilt, reminding them that their dreams were very real.

After asking and answering each other, okay, let's go and ask for help from the elderly who are in a high position.

The 90-year-old man didn’t get to lie down at Leng’s house yesterday, but he was in a bad mood, probably because he hadn’t slept all night. In his dreams, he also shared the joys and sorrows with his children and grandchildren.

"I guess we are the ghost messengers for the King of Hell."

The old man's guess made his children and grandchildren sweat. Some of them asked, "Being a ghost catcher means helping to capture people and take their lives, right? Does the King of Hell need people to plow the land?"

Can't figure it out.

The old man got angry and lay down with a glare: "Who can figure out the things about gods and ghosts? I'll sleep a little longer!"

There was also a grandson who was driving a van who had not forgotten his mission. He yawned and asked, "Grandpa, are we going to block the door again today?"

"Let's talk about it after you wake up!"

The old man can sleep, but those who are going to school can continue. Being punished by standing for being late is the lightest punishment; those who are working will be fined if they go, or have to find a new job.

The Fang family was exceptionally quiet today, and only became lively in the afternoon. The 90-year-old Sixth Master took a van to go to work as normal. This time he was better prepared, with two layers of mats and tea cups placed next to his head so that he could reach them with just a stretch of his hand.

Why didn't the two old men take turns? Hey, they are too old and useless. They are only over 80 years old and can't do anything. They didn't suffer any pain in bed all day yesterday? They were not asked to work as ghost messengers at night, but they all fell ill and had a fever. The doctor said it was a cold.

It's a sunny day and it's not raining, so how can it be so cold?

Not as good as a 90-year-old man carrying it... cold or hot?

The ancestor of the Fang family had just gotten up, drank a cup of tea and changed his lying position. When he heard some noise in the yard, he closed his eyes. He was completely unaware that two surveillance cameras were facing him from above and to the side. There was also a mobile phone next to the monitor in the inner courtyard, which was broadcasting live, and the monitor was mainly focused on the door.

Anyway, you don't have to use any manpower, just keep your phone powered and everything will be fine.

The fans in the live broadcast room are making a commotion again. Here it comes, it’s awesome! It’s awesome! I’m crossing my legs! Haha!