Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 803 Why Am I Not a Farmer?

Ye Changqing frowned and looked at Chen Xuewen.

On the way to Chenjiazhuang, Chen Xuewen asked for the address again and again, and kept saying that he wanted to come.

He took into consideration that Chen Xuewen's father had just passed away, so he asked him to stay at home with his mother for a while.

I thought he wouldn't come back, but I didn't expect him to actually come.

Hearing his ambiguous words, I asked, "What do you mean by late? What are you talking about?"

Chen Xuewen looked at Ye Changqing and asked, "You just killed someone, right?"

Ye Changqing nodded. They had indeed killed someone: Zhang Fenghua and his wife, Zhang Jiangang, and Wang Qingyun. Four people in total.

Chen Xuewen slapped his thigh again: "Oh my, I missed it, I missed it all.

How many did you kill?"

Ye Changqing did not hide it: "Four!"

Chen Xuewen slapped his thigh again, as if he had just seen the winning number for the five million jackpot. It was exactly the number he had written on the paper that morning, but because he hadn't bought it, he missed it. He cried out in regret, "Fuck, four! I didn't see any of them.

I missed it, I missed a great opportunity to learn how to kill!"

Ye Changqing was stunned. This guy... actually regretted this.

He didn't even know what to say.

Chen Xuewen seemed to be too eager to learn how to kill people. He missed an opportunity to observe and was so disappointed.

Qian Cheng, who was standing next to him, was curious about what was going on at first, but when he heard it in the end, he found out that this guy was killed because he didn't see anything.

I regret it here.

Who are these people?

What a freak.

Ye Changqing said with a cold face: "Don't be so surprised, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Chen Xuewen was still a little disappointed. Killing is something that can only be encountered by chance, so there are not so many opportunities to watch it.

Maybe the next time will be in the year of the monkey and the horse.

Feeling even more regretful, he immediately made a decision: "I will stay by your side this time!

I'm not going anywhere, and I hope there will be opportunities for me to learn."

Ye Changqing nodded and walked towards Ma Weiren.

Qian Cheng was stunned when he heard this.

If someone who didn't know what was going on heard this, they might think Chen Xuewen was learning some kind of technology.

Who would have thought that this person was learning how to kill.

This feeling is so weird. It feels like anyone who follows Ye Changqing is not a normal person.

Ye Changqing walked to Ma Weiren, patted his shoulder, and wanted to say something comforting.

But I feel like anything I say is too light.

For a person whose father has died, no words can soothe the pain in his heart.

Ma Weiren cried and said, "In the eyes of others, my father is just a farmer.

And he is an honest farmer.

But in my eyes, he is a great man.

He supported four college students and his life was very hard.

I was the only one who failed and ended up in jail.

I told him that there was food and drink in prison and that he shouldn't worry about me, and that he could go and enjoy life with his brothers, but he just couldn't let me go.

He... raised me as his only son, but it was a mistake. If he had given me away when I was young, it would have been better.

Maybe I can have a few good days.”

Ye Changqing felt sad when he heard this: "None of your four brothers take care of him. You don't go to school just to reduce the burden on him.

You fight and go to jail to protect him.

You must be his favorite child.

Don’t blame yourself too much.”

As soon as Ye Changqing said this, Ma Weiren burst into tears.

His lips trembled and his voice was choked as he tried to say something, but his words were intermittent.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Ye Changqing sighed deeply. He couldn't handle the funeral like this.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll accompany you to handle the funeral.

As for the planting of Fumai, we will talk about it later.

Let's take care of the funeral first. You can go to the village to invite someone to manage funeral matters. Forget it, there's no way you can negotiate this way.

Tell me who is in charge of funerals in the village, and I will go and ask him."

Ma Weiren choked up and said a name: "There is a man named Jin Dawang in our village, who often presides over village affairs.

He is nicknamed Uncle Trumpet.

His house is the third one from Nantou."

Ye Changqing nodded, turned around and walked out, Chen Xuewen quickly followed: "I'll go with you.

I am familiar with rural affairs."

Ye Changqing glanced at Chen Xuewen and said, "You're talking as if I'm not from the countryside."

Chen Xuewen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Do you have any at home?"

Ye Changqing frowned and glanced at Chen Xuewen: "My family has had this since I was a child. What do you mean by that?"

Chen Xuewen smiled and said, "Don't be angry, I feel like you haven't farmed for a long time."

Ye Changqing looked at Chen Xuewen deeply and asked, "How did you figure that out?"

When I went to college, there was still three acres of land. In recent years, many buildings have been built, and Murakami's land has long been sold, and some has been rented out.

There is indeed no land.

Chen Xuewen smiled and said, "I can just sense that you're no longer a farmer."

Ye Changqing glared: "What do you mean, expel my rural household registration? I tell you, I am a farmer, my father is a farmer, my grandfather is also a farmer

My ancestors for eighteen generations were all farmers.

Why am I not a farmer?"

He spoke louder and louder, anger in his voice.

He seemed to be really angry.

He has been a farmer since he was a child and he has become accustomed to this identity.

Because we live in the suburbs, we are close to the city and there are people from the city in the school.

But there is a clear difference between him and those people.

Other people's grandparents, parents, are all workers or civil servants in the city. When the New Year comes, they always show off how much New Year's money they get, which is in the thousands or tens of thousands.

He always keeps his distance from those people.

Because he knew that they were not on the same path.

He also knew that he couldn't play with those people. Their toys cost tens, hundreds, or even thousands of yuan. He couldn't even think about those things.

Even if his classmates invited him to play with them, he didn't dare touch the toys because he couldn't afford to pay for them if they broke.

He deeply realized that he was a farmer and there was a gap between him and those city people.

Now someone actually said that he was not a farmer, and he became furious.

Chen Xuewen was startled, and couldn't understand why Ye Changqing was so angry: "Well, you... don't be angry.

Isn't it enough to consider you a farmer?"

Ye Changqing glared: "What do you mean by count?

that is!"

Chen Xuewen felt that he seemed to have touched Ye Changqing's taboo, and quickly changed his words: "Yes, I am a farmer!"

Ye Changqing snorted coldly and walked towards the door. Qian Cheng was stunned. Being a farmer was not a big deal, so why would he get angry?

He found that he understood Ye Changqing less and less.

It seems that this person does things differently from normal people.

Yang Wushuang looked at Ye Changqing's back, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Seeing Ye Changqing about to walk out the door, she smiled and shouted, "I'm going too!"

Then he trotted after him.

Ye Changqing took a look and walked towards the east entrance of the village without saying much.

Chen Xuewen reminded: "Brother, you've taken the wrong path!

Jin Laba's house is the third one in the south of the village.

You go east, and you go further and further!"

Ye Changqing said lightly: "That's right!"

After saying that, he continued walking east.

Right? That's right?

Chen Xuewen raised his eyebrows. His current goal was to find the Golden Laba.

Jin Laba's family lives in the third house at the south end of Majiazhuang.

Ye Changqing walked east.

After walking out of the village, I headed towards Jiangkou City.

He frowned and wanted to call Ye Changqing, but he was afraid that Ye Changqing would be angry, so he didn't say anything in the end.

But seeing that Ye Changqing had already reached the village entrance, he could no longer hold back: "Brother, it's even farther out of the village.

Can’t go any further!

Actually, I am familiar with rural affairs. I have just handled my father's funeral, so I know everything.

I can just ask for the Golden Trumpet.

you………"

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking. He saw Ye Changqing walking towards the store at the entrance of the village.

His voice paused, and then he stepped forward quickly: "You want to buy something?

Are you thirsty?

What do you want to drink? I'll buy it for you."

Ye Changqing helped him a lot, and he always wanted to express his gratitude, but Ye Changqing refused to accept the money.

He felt that buying some water or an ice cream was a small token of his appreciation.

Ye Changqing didn't say anything. He went in, took out his phone and scanned the code: "Two packs of Huazi and a lighter."

The boss was delighted: "I'll give you the lighter as a gift. Please come and take care of our business more often in the future."

If you buy more, I'll give you a discount!"

In Majiazhuang, almost no one buys Huazi.

The B&B in front is often visited by wealthy people, but they sell everything in the B&B area.

When he purchased the goods, he bought a pack of Huazi, but he has only sold one pack so far.

Some people still bought a pack of Huazi and went to the village chief to do things for them.

Ye Changqing thought for a moment and said, "Then buy one."

The boss was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, there are only nine packs left. Take them all at once and I'll give you eight more lighters."

Ye Changqing nodded: "Okay."

Chen Xuewen looked confused: "Brother, don't you not smoke?"

Ye Changqing looked at Chen Xuewen deeply and said, "I don't smoke, doesn't Jin Laba smoke?

It is a rural custom to offer cigarettes to people when you meet them.

Don’t you even understand this?”

Chen Xuewen was stunned by the question and suddenly realized that he had indeed been careless. He had actually forgotten about this.

No wonder some people were not very nice to Dad during his funeral this time.

He doesn't smoke and has never offered cigarettes to others.

excuse me!

However, he didn't expect that Ye Changqing seemed to still be bothered by what he said, "You are not a rural person."

Only now did he understand that Ye Changqing really cared about this matter.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Ye Changqing said calmly: “No need to apologize, it may be my own fault.

As for me, you can say that I have bad character, bad temper, or stingy, but I don’t really care what you say about me.

But I can't say I'm not a farmer." Chen Xuewen's expression gradually became serious: "I didn't expect you to care so much about this."

Ye Changqing said: "Of course I don't care, my ancestors have been farmers for generations.

You said I'm not a farmer.

To me, that’s the worst curse word there is.”

Chen Xuewen apologized again: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

He felt guilty. Ye Changqing saved his life, saved his father's life, and avenged his brother.

However, he used words to provoke Ye Changqing and swore that he would never say such words again in his life.