At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

When Xing Wenjie heard the word "godson", he turned his face away, as if he did not quite accept the identity fabricated by Lin Qing.

Lin Qing ignored his unhappy expression and forced an introduction: "Jie Wen, this is the carpenter from our village. You can just call him Uncle Dachui."

Boss Xing Wenjie followed up reluctantly, "The hammer is useless..."

Song Dachui hurriedly stopped him from talking and said in a panic, "No, no!"

Although Song Dachui was often scolded by his father for being stupid, at least he had one thing in common: he was quite self-aware.

He was really afraid of the young man's cold and indifferent eyes. He felt that he was wasting his life if he asked him to call him "uncle".

However, since this boy is Mrs. Gu's godson, he is a little ignorant.

Look at him, dressed in silk and satin, and with his strong and sturdy figure, how does he look like he has been in trouble?

Could it be that he ate too much and was kicked out of the house by his biological father, so he had no other choice but to seek refuge with his godfather?

That Mrs. Gu is really pitiful.

It is said that half-brothers will eat their father to death. She originally had to support four sons, and now there is one more.

The Gu family still owes a lot of money for famine, how are they going to live in the future...

The mother and son were naturally unaware of Song Dachui's unnecessary worries. The other protagonist, Xing Wenjie, just held the knife and looked around indifferently.

In the eerie atmosphere, the ox cart swayed out of the town, out of the city gate and onto the dirt road home.

Then something even more embarrassing happened.

When we were leaving the city gate, a servant from the rental car company helped to pull the car, but when we really set off, everyone politely let go of the reins. After looking at each other awkwardly, they were shocked to find that:

None of them can drive.

Lin Qing Tiegeda had taken the driving test seven or eight times but still failed, let alone controlling a living creature in front of him;

Song Dachui only used oxen to plow the land, but he drove the oxen and they kept going astray unconsciously, trying to get off the plow;

Gu Ermiao rarely even saw a cow, let alone drove a car.

So such an important task fell on Xing Wenjie, who could ride a horse.

Xing Wenjie, who was used to charging into battle, treated the old ox as a warhorse. The ox felt very uncomfortable under his whip.

Even if it was beaten to a pulp, it couldn't run fast.

Despite this, the animal's instinct made it sensitive to the murderous intent behind it, and it tried to move its four hooves as fast as possible.

Unexpectedly, they caught up with the horse-drawn carriage at the station with the help of the ox cart and arrived at Songsi Village first.

Fortunately, he didn't encounter anyone chasing him along the way, and Xing Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief.

The oxcart that sped through the village raised a trail of dust, scaring everyone in Songsi Village out to look, hoping that it was a wild buffalo in the mountains that was startled, so that the young and old could join forces to tame it and plow the land and grow crops for the village next year.

When they saw clearly that the people on the ox cart were Lin Qing, her second son, Song Dachui, and a strange boy, countless rumors immediately arose.

At this moment, no one in the car knew what fate they would face. After all, enduring the bumpy ride was already the best they could do.

Song Dachui watched the cars whizzing past his doorstep, but he didn't dare to speak to disturb Xing Wenjie who was driving.

When they finally arrived at Lin Qing's house outside the village, Song Dachui's face was pale, his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and he held the shaft of the cart for a long time to calm down, but his eyes were still black.

Looking at Lin Qing's family, they looked normal and didn't look uncomfortable at all. He thought to himself that they were indeed the sons of God's messenger, and they were different from ordinary mortals like him!

At this moment, Song Dachui just wanted to go home and sleep in bed. He rejected Lin Qing's enthusiastic invitation and did not stay for dinner. He walked towards his home with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When he was halfway there, resting his hand on his chest, he felt the purse in his sack and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to pay the fare.

Looking back at the winding mountain road, at the end was Lin Qing's house with a lone fire on. He thought to himself that he didn't want to bother anymore and decided to send it over tomorrow.

At this moment, I am at Lin Qing's house.

The three children heard the noise and gathered around early in the morning. After greeting Song Dachui and seeing him off, they came around chattering and asking about the origin of the ox cart.

Especially Gu Sanmu, his eyes were shining.

"I heard that my second brother's senior brother drove a bullock cart like this this morning. I followed Grandpa Youzu to the fields and didn't have the chance to see it. I was so envious!

"Mom, does it have to go back to town soon? It's such a long journey back and forth, won't it be tired..."

He was chattering away when he turned around and saw the big stranger in the car holding his mother's basket and refusing to let go, and he immediately became alert.

This guy is dressed so respectably, why is he stealing people's things?!

What made his hair stand on end even more was that the big guy suddenly gave him an extremely terrifying smile, raised his finger and pointed at his door, and asked in a voice that seemed to be trapped by the door: "Is this the place?"

Gu Sanmu hurriedly protected Lin Qing behind him, trying to straighten his chest and show an aura that was no less than Xing Wenjie's.

"Who are you and why are you asking where my home is?!"

Gu Damao's face also turned cold, which was really scary.

"You don't seem to be a rude person. Are you trying to force your way into my house? Please respect yourself!"

Xing Wenjie politely placed the basket on the ground and said, "My name is Xing Wenjie, and I am..."

After holding it in for a long time, he saw that Lin Qing and Gu Ermiao had no intention of rescuing him, so he could only bite the bullet and resigned himself to his fate and said, "Yes, he is your father's adopted son."

The three children said in unison:

"what?!"

Gu Sihe was young and fearless. He came forward and took a closer look at Xing Wenjie, then reported the situation in a low voice that the others could hear clearly.

"Don't worry, big brother and third brother. I just looked at his facial features carefully. He doesn't look like Dad at all. He is definitely not Dad's biological son. So don't worry, Dad has not let Mom down."

Such bizarre words actually made Gu Damao and Gu Sanmu breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

Xing Wenjie raised his eyebrows. This little kid's temper is a bit like his master's. He doesn't hide anything!

Lin Qing, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, pulled Gu Sihe over, patted his butt and said, "Go away, kid, what nonsense are you talking about! Go home!"

Gu Sihe originally wanted to pull his mother aside and tell her how much he missed her, but when he saw his brothers helping to move things, he volunteered to help.

"Wow, Mom, you really bought a lot of things. Did you buy my picture book?"

Gu Damao tapped his forehead and taught him a lesson: "Just do your job and you'll know!"

Gu Sanmu asked cautiously: "Brother Jiewen, this ox cart..."

Xing Wenjie naturally saw his love for the ox cart, and when he thought of how he bravely stood in front of Lin Qing just now, he suddenly felt pity for him.

"If you like, take him out to play tomorrow! It's getting late today and it might be dangerous."

Gu Sanmu was so excited that he wanted to go out and chat with Niu and get close to him, but when he saw that everyone was walking into the house, he had to suppress his excitement.

After Xing Wenjie followed him in, he expressed great curiosity about everything, especially the overly bright light in the main room.

It was even brighter than the brightest night pearl he had ever seen!

If it is used on the battlefield, wouldn’t we no longer have to worry about Tuku’s night raids?

The shock that this seemingly dilapidated home brought him next was far greater than what he had encountered in the past twenty years.