Respect the little husband [farming]

Shen Wenxuan didn't go back until it was getting dark. Ping'er had already baked the pancakes and made two simple dishes.

The goose soup was always warm in the pot, and there was still half a goose in it. Ping'er took a deep breath, his mouth was full of saliva, and he lost interest in those bamboo chickens.

Dr. Zhao carefully cut off a few slices of ginseng on the chopping board, added them to the goose soup, asked Pinger to add firewood to boil the goose soup until it was bubbling, and burnt a stick of incense.

Although this is not as ginseng-flavored as adding ginseng slices from the beginning, fortunately, the effect is the same.

"You should drink less goose soup later, the hundred-year-old ginseng is not something a child like you can bear."

Standing on the pony, Ping'er poured out the goose soup and goose meat with a wooden spoon, and nodded vigorously.

"I've eaten all the goose meat, so who wants to drink the soup?"

Dr. Zhao knocked him on the head: "You can't understand the soul of ginseng soup at first glance."

"...Doctor Zhao?"

Jiao Shihan stood at the door of the kitchen with surprised eyes. He was wearing a middle coat and an outer shirt, and his face was still a little pale.

When he got up just now, he saw cooking smoke in the kitchen. He thought his elder brother was preparing meals, but he didn't expect to see an unexpected person here, but he had no time to take care of this. He looked around and asked anxiously: "Brother Woolen cloth?"

Shouldn't you ask why we're here in the first place?

Dr. Zhao's expression was numb, and just as he was about to answer, Shen Wenxuan's voice sounded from behind, with a slightly cold tone.

"here."

Jiao Shihan turned her head and saw Shen Wenxuan, her tense body relaxed visibly, trotting over, making a gesture to throw herself into his arms.

Shen Wenxuan quickly raised his hand and took a few steps back: "Stop, stop, my hands are dirty, wait until I finish washing my hands."

Jiao Shihan stopped, her expression a little aggrieved, but her attention had already gone to Shen Wenxuan's hands, and she asked worriedly: "What did brother do? Why are your hands full of ashes?"

"It's nothing, I just did some work." Shen Wenxuan put down the pannier on his back, went into the room and brought out a basin of water, and after washing his hands, he washed the farm tools that had been dug.

Jiao Shihan followed him all the way, slowly pulling his fingers on the bottom of his coat, sneaking a glance at him, and stretching it lightly.

Shen Wenxuan paused for wiping his hands, then turned around and saw that the coat he was wearing had slipped a little due to walking, so he couldn't help reaching out to take off his coat.

"Raise your hand."

Jiao Shihan followed suit, and was led by Shen Wenxuan to put on the outer shirt.

Shen Wenxuan tied his shirt belt, buttoned it up, and said helplessly: "I'm not feeling well and still running around like this, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Jiao Shihan pursed her lips and got a little closer to him, until her toes touched her toes, she lowered her eyes into his arms:

"Then if you hug me, I won't catch a cold."

Shen Wenxuan's heart beat violently, and he felt a little short of breath: "Don't act like a baby."

Jiao Shihan blushed, but he didn't.

Dr. Zhao silently covered his little grandson's eyes, in public, what is going on!

Ping'er was upset: "What are you doing?"

"Children don't want to read what adults do." Dr. Zhao said in a low voice.

He didn't even see the fart, and the old man wanted to make a fuss again, so Ping'er knocked off his hand with a "slap".

The voice was so loud that Jiao Shihan shuddered, woke up, realized that there were outsiders present, and immediately jumped out of Shen Wenxuan's arms like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his cheeks and neck turned red with embarrassment.

Shen Wenxuan smiled, the coldness hidden in his eyes melted away, he took his hand and entered the main room:

"Let's eat."

Ping'er hurriedly sat down, biting the cake and eating the meat, Dr. Zhao looked at it speechless for a while:

"You're eating like I abused you."

Ping'er's mouth was full and he couldn't speak, so he gave him a sideways look, letting him understand it himself.

He also said that he didn't abuse him, and he was generous when he paid for other people's medical treatment and medicine, but this was the first time he ate goose meat!

Shen Wenxuan filled a bowl of goose soup and handed it to Ajiao who was next to him, and added some shredded duck leg meat. He could smell ginseng in it, so he ordered: "Drink more."

Jiao Shihan nodded, and when she took it, she took a thin-skinned sneak peek at Dr. Zhao Heping'er who was facing him, her ears were hot and red, and she buried her head in the soup spoon by spoonful.

As for why Dr. Zhao and Ping'er are here, he can roughly guess. It is estimated that something is wrong with him this morning, so the elder brother invited them here.

correct.

"Brother, the ones in the morning—"

"It's been dealt with, don't worry." Shen Wenxuan touched his head with a gentle expression, "I promise, there will be no such thing again."

Dr. Zhao was puzzled: "What?"

"You don't need to know." Shen Wenxuan took a bite of the dish with chopsticks, and commented: "It's not bad."

Ping'er giggled, eyes crooked.

Jiao Shihan felt sour when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "I'm also good at cooking, and the cakes are delicious."

Shen Wenxuan: "I'll do it when you're better, and drink the soup first."

Ping'er swallowed what was in his mouth: "I only know how to make jujube cakes, what can Jiao Jiao do?"

Shen Wenxuan stopped tearing the cake, what's the name of this Jiaojiao?

Jiao Shihan pinched her fingers and pointed out what she could make: "Osmanthus cake, mille-feuille cake, pea yellow..."

......

In the evening, Shen Wenxuan made a floor bunk near the kitchen in the main room, and Dr. Zhao made his own bunk on the other side, bending over his old waist. Today, he was a little tired from the exhausting travel, so he turned over and lay down after making the bunk.

"Hey, your farmyard looks big, how can you have a room to sleep in, not even a guest room."

Shen Wenxuan glanced at him expressionlessly: "The outside of my house is bigger, I don't mind if you sleep there."

He didn't care about Ping'er taking his sleeping place.

Dr. Zhao smiled: "Taking the sky as our cover and the land as our hut. I did a lot of this kind of thing when I was young, but now I'm old. I'm tired of riding in a car. I'm getting old."

Shen Wenxuan looked at Dr. Zhao who was at most in his early forties: "You are not old, you are dying."

The average life expectancy in ancient times seemed to be around forty.

Dr. Zhao sat up abruptly and scolded him: "Get out! I'm still young, so it's just a lack of exercise. I can live longer than you kid after training."

Shen Wenxuan didn't want to talk to him, and lay down to sleep.

Before Dr. Zhao went to bed, he was angry for nothing, and his heart ached, and he tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.

When he was a child, Shen Wenxuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no sign of falling asleep at all.

Get up and put on your clothes to go out, the movements are very light and steady.

Gou Sheng was nestled by the gate, and when he sensed Shen Wenxuan's approach, he stood up wagging his tail and rubbed his ankle.

Shen Wenxuan leaned back against the door, and knocked on the door frame with his fingers regularly. In the silent and dark night, there was a "da da da" sound, every second, no one noticed, but it seemed weird.

He asked Gou Sheng to watch the door, and there was no movement before Zi Shi, so it was most likely Zi Shi, after all, Zi Shi is from eleven o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, the time of the day when the yin is the heaviest.

At three o'clock, the sound of Shen Wenxuan's knocking stopped, and there were a few footsteps outside.

"Are you going to die soon? The time is almost up." Shen Gen urged the two behind with a lantern. The lantern was very dim and could barely illuminate the path under his feet.

Shen Feng and Shen Hua followed, Shen Feng said unhappily: "We are your brothers, you don't know how to respect us two."

Shen Gen stopped: "Don't you think I don't respect you? Come on, come on, you light up the lanterns, you go and do it."

Shen Feng and Shen Hua all stepped back, looking at the pale lantern in the dark night, they panicked.

Shen Gen spat: "Look at how cowardly you two are, do you still want me to support you? You two are here to help, you two are fine, just look at it and don't do anything, it's better to get out as soon as possible Go back!"

Shen Hua patted him: "Keep your voice down."

"Everyone in the village is asleep, and they're afraid of shit!" Shen Gen turned around and continued walking forward with the lantern on, protecting the mouth of the lantern with his hand to prevent the fire inside from going out.

This was specially ordered by the sorceress in Wangjia Village next door. This lamp can prevent the things they buried from finding them, so only Shen Wenxuan can be found.

Shen Gen walked under the jujube tree, put down the lantern carefully, and took out a shovel to dig.

Shen Feng glanced at it, his stomach rolled a few times, and he covered his mouth to gag.

The rooster in the package was rotten, revealing the internal organs and bones inside, and the stench came to the face.

Shen Hua took out the chicken blood from his back basket, it was the chicken they just slaughtered in the morning, and the blood was stored in the jar.

Shen Gen carefully poured it on, threw a few copper coins, muttered in his mouth, and with his fingers stained with cinnabar, he wrote another "Xuan" next to the red "Xuan" inside the package. It's done.

Enduring the sticky feeling in his hands, Shen Gen raised his hands to re-wrap the package. Seeing Shen Feng who was about to vomit next to him, he got angry, stood up and pushed him: "Come here!"

Shen Feng looked at the bloody mud on his clothes, and took them off disgustingly and disgustingly: "What are you doing?"

"If this matter is done, everyone in our family will get a share of Shen Wenxuan's money. Do you want it for nothing?" Shen Gen stared at him with a sullen face, "Go over."

Shen Feng's face turned pale: "Didn't you bring this up? Of course it was mainly you who did it."

"Did you object when I proposed it? If I do it all, then I will forget all the money."

Shen Feng: "...Grandma won't agree."

"Are you going to do it?!" Shen Gen looked ruthless.

Shen Feng trembled, endured the nausea and horror and walked over, squatted down, approached with trembling hands: "You, are you sure this is really useful?"

"I asked the sorceress in Wangjia Village specifically. She calculated it for several hours. Shen Wenxuan is so wrong that he must be possessed by an evil spirit. After the evil spirit is removed, he will not be able to survive. By then this The house, its contents, and the money left to him by his broken-shoe girl are all ours."

The curvature of the corners of Shen Gen's mouth gradually widened, and he smiled viciously and freely, being terribly watered by desire in the dark night where his hands could not be seen.

"Didn't he want to cut off my lifeblood? He's dead, and those twins are mine. I'm going to fuck him hard in front of his grave. He, for three days and three nights, called my brothers Come on, have a good time."

Shen Hua's throat rolled when he heard the words: "Shen Wenxuan is dead, and this Shuang'er has no children. Naturally, it belongs to our Shen family. How can you let outsiders occupy it for nothing?"

"Why do you care so much? It's fine if you have a share. Besides, it's mine from the beginning. I can do whatever I want."

Shen Hua didn't speak anymore, Shen Feng wanted to vomit it several times, but swallowed it back forcefully, finally rewrapped the package, pushed it into the pit and buried it, and then covered it with several layers of leaves.

"Okay, let's go, let's go."

Shen Gen picked up the Ming Lantern and walked ahead.

Shen Wenxuan leaned against the door, his eyes were as black as ink that could not be wiped away, and his fingers began to tap again and again, like a real Yan Gui Rakshasa in the dark night with only "da da da", when his fingers hit ten times stop.

Shen Wenxuan opened the door silently, went under the jujube tree and took out the lead wire hidden, and put oil on it, and when Shen Gen and his party were about to reach the fork in the road, they took out the torch, blew lightly, and lit it. .

There is a bit of a breeze this evening, and the fuse that stretches for nearly seven or eight meters burns quickly.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

Earthshaking.

Except for the five bamboo tubes at the fork, he sprinkled the surrounding area with meth powder, and the fire blazed everywhere, burning very vigorously, and there was nothing left after burning.

It's not in vain that he twisted seven or eight meters of cotton thread in the kitchen yesterday, which made his fingers ache.

The light of the fire shone on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A burning man screamed and rushed out of the fire, rolled all over and ran towards the river not far away, leaving long charcoal marks on the ground, and there were probably burnt blood clots.

Shen Wenxuan raised his eyebrows and whistled.

Why bother?They're going to die anyway.

The noise here was so loud that almost the whole village woke up. Every household lit up their lamps and went out of the hospital to see what happened. People were panicked.

The village chief wiped his sleepy face, and hurried out as soon as he went out to look at the fire in the sky:

"What happened?"

"There may be a fire somewhere."

"Isn't that the south of the village?" A man asked.

"There is a river over there. Everyone take out all the pots and buckets at home, and follow me to fight the fire." Butcher Zhang carried his biggest tank and walked in front.

The villagers also took out their wooden barrels and followed them, holding torches in their hands.

The village head couldn't lift his shoulders, and he was left behind with a group of elders in the village. Zhang Tieniu took the lead in dealing with things in front, so he didn't worry anymore, saying that he wanted to take care of these elders, and walked more and more leisurely.

Shen Wenxuan watched the burning man jump into the river and never came out of the river again, he laughed and went back to the yard.

Jiao Shihan came out of the bedroom, his eyes were still a little dazed, apparently he hadn't woken up yet.

Ping'er was frightened and cried by the loud noise just now, and ran to the main room to find the grandfather who was also shocked.

"Brother, what's the matter? What was the sound just now?"

With a soft voice, the tip of Shen Wenxuan's heart was touched, and with a smile, he touched his cheeks with both hands, and took out the cotton in his ears.

"Are you scared just now?"

Jiao Shihan shook her head, then nodded again: "A little bit."

He rubbed his hands against his ears, feeling a little itchy, and looked at the thing in Shen Wenxuan's hand, which was stuffed in by his elder brother before going to bed, saying that it would be good to sleep if stuffed.

Shen Wenxuan hugged him, resting his chin on his shoulder, probably because he was too excited tonight, so he approached him unscrupulously and smelled the soft and sweet scent on the back of his neck.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

When the villagers rushed to the south of the village, they were shocked. The fire here had been extinguished a lot, and there were two broken corpses on the black scorched earth.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1819:30:02~2020-11-1920:16:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zhu Bai Witness-Zhang Tianyu; 1 bottle of An Ran Yu Fei;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!