Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

During the autumn harvest, Fan Chao asked for leave to go home and do farm work.

Most families in the village grow corn, including the Fan family.

They haven't achieved automation yet. People use sickles to cut the corn stalks and then arrange them into bundles about one meter apart.

The woman sat on the ground and peeled corn. There was a rolled bag not far from her side, and she threw the peeled corn into the bag.

It is autumn now. The beauty of autumn lies in its maturity and harvest.

It is very windy today. There is a scorching sun above my head and a cold wind beside me. It feels like a world of ice and fire.

Zhou Leng's family of three were working in the fields. Two men were mowing the land with sickles, while she was peeling corn very quickly. She could finish peeling the corn by herself while two men were mowing the land.

Qiumei cooks at home with her two children.

Farm work is very tiring, especially for the hands and waist. Long periods of sitting, standing and peeling make the joints tense.

This year, the Fan family only planted two hectares of land, so the harvest was completed in a few days. Golden corn was drying in the yard.

Because Qiumei performed very well during the autumn harvest and she cooked breakfast and dinner, the family seemed particularly harmonious.

After the autumn harvest.

Fan Chao wants to go back to the city to continue working as a courier, and Qiumei also wants to move to the city with him.

It was a rare occasion that the couple had different opinions. They sat on the kang in silence.

There was a window on the back wall of the east room that connected to the warehouse next to the kitchen. Fan Qitian was standing under the window, leaving a gap in it to eavesdrop.

Qiumei said in a complaining tone:

"You've been gone for several months, and there's only me and our two children at home. Other couples are loving each other in the village, but I'm all alone. I want to take Qiheng and you to the city."

Fan Chao frowned slightly and said:

"I live in the staff dormitory now. I don't have much to spend. I can just make do with my meals. If you go there, you'll have to rent a house, and you'll need money to buy food and water. We'll have to spend money later. Besides, Qiheng is still young, and his parents can help take care of him at home. Let's forget about this."

Qiumei felt unhappy when she heard what the other party said, but she didn't say anything else. After all, her child was still young and she couldn't bear to see him suffer.

Fan Qitian understood what his parents said. He ran to Zhou Leng happily, recounted his parents' conversation briefly, and then looked at his grandmother proudly.

Zhou Leng was a little speechless. How could her cheap grandson have the habit of being a spy? She touched the child's head and said, "Don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations in the future. Go and play by yourself."

Fan Qitian didn't get any praise, so he pouted and ran away.

In the end, Fan Chao went to the city alone.

The days passed as Zhou Leng taught Fan Qitian day by day.

the following year.

Zhou Leng visited every household in the village, and if she saw anyone with migrant workers, she would contract the land from them. After all, they were farmers now, so she would just do her job well - farming.

Now Fan Datian and Fan Qitian of the Fan family both listen to Zhou Leng's words. One is to suppress by force, and the other is to give them a beating and then give them two sweet dates.

The Fan family cultivated three hectares of land, more than last year, and one hectare of land was contracted.

A farmer's final income from working on three hectares of land for a year is about 13,000 yuan. Averaged among a family of five, each person earns 2,600 yuan a year!

Zhou Leng, who was counting the money after selling the grain, felt that this was really a life where one could not afford to get sick or get injured. If someone in the family needed to go to the hospital for treatment, they would probably just have to wait to die at home.

***

Fan Qitian and his younger brother were playing in the yard of their home. Now, Fan Qiheng, who is almost three years old, is completely different from his brother. He mostly listens to what the adults say and rarely expresses his own opinions. He has a completely different personality from his brother.

People often say that a person's future can be seen at the age of three. Zhou Leng felt that her grandson would do great things. Looking at her grandson's face, she apologized for her dark thoughts. Fan Qiheng was indeed her own adopted grandson.

Fan Qitian squatted on the ground and whispered:

"Brother, have you noticed that mom has been packing up recently? Do you think she can stop wanting us?"

Fan Qiheng was using a small wooden stick to dig out an ant nest on the ground. After thinking carefully, he said:

"Brother, why don't you go tell grandma."

Fan Qitian scratched his head and said:

"My grandma wouldn't let me talk about other people behind their backs, and she wouldn't let me tell her about my parents' affairs. I was afraid that she would scold me."

Fan Qiheng suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Grandma, come quickly. Brother wants to tell you something important. Come quickly."

When Fan Qitian heard his brother's shout, he was startled and subconsciously pushed his brother. Fan Qiheng fell to the ground. He seemed to feel the pain and started crying loudly.

Qiumei in the east room and Zhou Leng in the west room both heard the baby crying.

Qiumei's mind was now preoccupied with going to the city to find her husband, and she simply ignored the crying of her two sons.

Zhou Leng walked out of the west room and looked at her grandson who was sitting on the ground crying. She looked at Fan Qitian and said:

"Qitian, your brother is crying to his heart's content and can't open his mouth for the time being. Tell me what's going on."

Fan Qitian stood up straight, his hands nervously clutching his pants on both sides.

After hearing what his grandmother said, Fan Qiheng stopped crying, then stood up, rubbed his buttocks and said:

"Grandma, my brother wanted to talk to you about something, but he was afraid that you would curse me, so I shouted too loudly and he pushed me."

Zhou Leng looked at Fan Qiheng and said:

"Let's take care of the first thing first. It's wrong for your brother to push you. You should push him back first."

Fan Qiheng looked at his six-year-old brother and himself, who was still a child. He thought for a moment and said to his grandmother generously:

"Forget it, brother didn't mean it. I was just too loud and scared him."

Fan Qitian was originally unconvinced, but after hearing what his brother said, he lowered his head with some guilt.

Zhou Leng suppressed his smile and said:

"That's enough. Now tell me the second thing. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Ever since Fan Qitian saw his grandmother kill a pig with one hand and a chicken with one knife, he has regarded her as a very powerful person and he feels he cannot afford to offend her.

Hearing his grandmother asking this question, Fan Qitian walked forward and whispered that he noticed his mother starting to pack up.

Zhou Leng raised his eyebrows and said:

"Don't worry. Your mom just missed your dad and wanted to go to the city to see him, but she was afraid that grandma wouldn't agree, so she ran away secretly. If you want to go with her, just look after mom and go together. If you want to stay at home, don't worry about her."

Fan Qitian pursed his lips and thought for a long time before saying:

"The geese I'm responsible for raising haven't grown up yet. I can't go to the city with my mother. I'd better stay in the village with my grandmother."

Fan Qiheng raised his head, looked at his brother, then looked at his grandmother and said:

"I'm with my grandma and my brother."

Zhou Leng reached out and rubbed the two children's heads. She thought to herself, when what was supposed to happen happened, she would not be able to lie down. For the sake of these two cheap children, she had to move to the city. After all, they were quite likable.

Fan Qitian walked over and rubbed his brother's little butt. He whispered, "Brother, I'm sorry, I pushed you."

Fan Qiheng stretched out his hand and a candy was placed in his hand.

The two children reconciled and became friends again. They didn’t know that they would soon become left-behind children.