Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"When are you going to start?"

Lin thought for a moment and said, "Let's go tomorrow. I'll bring a truck back tomorrow and have a look."

"Okay." Although the relationship was still going on, Old Man Cui felt a sense of satisfaction as if he had finally gotten his revenge. "Silang, follow your Third Aunt and work hard. Listen to her in everything."

Shiro quickly stood up from the stool: "Yes."

Old man Cui hadn't had such a good appetite for a long time, and he ate three pancakes in a row.

After Xiaoliu had eaten his fill, his eyes rolled around.

"Grandma's cooking is so delicious. I've never eaten such a delicious rabbit. Please eat more, Grandma." She stretched out her little hand and tried her best to pick up a piece for Grandma Cui.

Old Mrs. Cui's heart melted. He was still thinking about her while eating. What a filial child.

"Xiao Liu, eat more yourself, we'll all eat."

"Thank you grandma."

After saying that, Xiaoliu suddenly lowered his head, feeling depressed. "Grandma, I have a friend who can't afford to eat. Can I share my food with him?"

Are there still families in Xiahe Village who have no food to eat?

Old Mrs. Cui wanted to refuse, but seeing Xiaoliu's pitiful appearance, she really couldn't bear it.

Never mind. Xiaoliu’s friend should be about the same age as him. How much can a four or five-year-old eat?

"No need to share your food. Grandma will treat him. Good boy, eat yours."

Xiaoliu was already very full and held the bowl while waiting for everyone to finish eating.

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Old Mrs. Cui's eyelids twitched when she saw Xiaoliu take away the last three pancakes and fill a whole plate with the remaining meat.

He gritted his teeth and smiled as he asked, "Xiao Liu, can your friend finish all this?"

Xiaoliu buried his head in the food: "We can finish it all. Dahei is a big eater."

Old Mrs. Cui thought about it but couldn't remember any child named Dahei in the village, but she had already promised Xiaoliu, so she could only bear the pain and let him leave.

The villagers walked to the river with their food.

Take a bite of rice and look at the water.

Looking at the rushing spring water flowing into the river continuously, my heart feels sweeter than eating honey.

"Look, isn't the water almost full?"

The river is two meters wide, but not deep. The deepest part is just above the thigh. Now the river is about to overflow.

"It looks like it's about to fill up. Oh, we have to tell the headman right away. We need to block off another section of the river."

A group of people ran to call the head of the village, and shouted to people along the way to fetch water quickly.

When they knocked on the door of the village head, they found out that he had gone to the county town early in the morning. No one could make a decision about this, and they were at a loss when two horse-drawn carriages galloped into the village.

Behind the carriage were several men from the village who had gone to the county town with the village head in the morning. They ran into the village panting, raising their arms and waving at the villagers who were looking at them.

"Don't look anymore, the county magistrate is here."

Mr. County Magistrate?

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the villagers dared not look anymore. They quickly knelt down with their heads pressed tightly against the ground. The villagers who were a little further away found a wall to hide their bodies.

The headman got off the carriage in high spirits, then walked to the carriage behind and bent down to open the curtain.

"The county magistrate has arrived."

The brave villagers secretly opened their eyelids and watched the county magistrate slowly getting off the carriage.

Before I saw his face, I was dazzled by the clothes he was wearing. I didn't know what material they were made of, but they actually reflected light when the sun shone on them.

County Magistrate Wang was in his early thirties, and he was wearing a navy blue gown, which made his figure look more upright.

Master Pei got out of the car behind.

County Magistrate Wang glanced at the villagers kneeling on the ground, his face darkening slightly. "Get up, I'm here to take a look. You can get back to your work."

Then he looked at the village head and said, "First, take me to see the water source you dug in the mountain."

The village head happily led the way.

Originally, he was just reporting the matter of the water source and the oriole to the county magistrate. However, when the county magistrate heard that a water source had been dug out in the mountain, he insisted on coming to see it in person.

He has been the village head for so many years, and even after two county magistrates have passed, this is the first time that the county magistrate has specifically asked him to come to the village.

Is there any village head who is more prestigious than him?

Only him!

Standing by the river, the spring water is crystal clear and you can see the bottom. The spring water from the mountain flows in continuously, and the water surface is constantly rippling. Looking upward along the flow of water, you can see a winding ditch. The spring water swoops down like a silver dragon, and the water sparkles along the way.

The county magistrate nodded continuously.

Someone bravely stepped forward and said, "My Lord County Magistrate, Uncle Village Head, the water is almost full. It would be a shame if it overflowed. I was wondering if I could use some water to water the fields?"

The village head frowned and was about to scold him, but County Magistrate Wang stopped him with a kind smile.

"It's okay. It would be a shame to just look at such good water without using it." He turned to the villager who asked the question and said, "Go and get everyone to fetch water."

The villagers were ecstatic and ran towards the village excitedly, shouting loudly as they ran.

The noises grew louder and louder, with shouts, footsteps, and the banging of barrels, all interweaving as they rushed towards the river.

"Let's go and take a look at the fields."

County Magistrate Wang led his men to the edge of the field. The wheat fields that should have been growing endlessly now stood sparsely in the ground, with their heads drooping listlessly.

Although the wheat is not in shape, it can be seen that it is being taken care of with great care. What County Magistrate Wang has seen more often these days is farmland that is not well cared for and is overgrown with weeds.

"The water is coming, the water is coming."

The dark-skinned man carried a wobbly shoulder pole, walked barefoot into the field, and poured water into the field happily.

The wheat fields had not been watered for a long time. The cracked and dry land greedily absorbed the water and drank it all in a blink of an eye. The second bucket of water followed.

The cracks were completely filled with water, and the fields were shimmering with water.

The man who was watering the fields raised his hand to wipe his tears, then finally threw away the bucket, covered his face and cried loudly.

The crops can survive!

The headman's lips trembled and he wiped away tears with his back to the county magistrate. He was the headman of Xiahe Village. Seeing the village come back to life, he knew better than anyone how lucky it was.

If Lin hadn't come, if they had kicked her out.

"You said before that it was a family in the village who discovered the water source? Have they come yet?"

The village head sniffed and turned his head to look among the crowd.

"It seems like he didn't come."

Knowing that the county magistrate wanted to question him, the village head quickly pointed to someone to go to Cui's house and shout.

Mrs. Lin was taking her three children to take a nap.

In my previous life, life was fast-paced and I didn’t have the habit of taking naps at work.

Since I came here, the pace of life has slowed down and my naps have become more and more delicious. If I don’t sleep for an hour at noon, I will feel lack of energy to do anything in the afternoon.

Even when they were called before the county magistrate, the mother and her two children were still in a bad mood after waking up, but they did not dare to show it and kept their anger to themselves.

"It's you."

County Magistrate Wang was quite surprised to see Cui Jingwen.

The last time Zhao Yougen was interrogated, it was he who wrote the complaint of more than ten pages.

He had read that petition no less than ten times. The whole thing was well-reasoned, with quotations from ancient texts and brilliant writing. It was a masterpiece. Not to mention a student, even a scholar might not be able to reach such a level.

But what he remembered most was not this article.

But it's his incompatible temperament.

Scholars from poor families are often tough and honest, or they look like nerdy scholars.

That day, he stood in the hall, and his words were full of unruly behavior.

To say that he is unruly is a nice thing to say. To say that he is unruly is to say that he has a bandit-like air.