Chapter 245 Everything is set to begin!

down directly.The cellar was pitch black, silent as death. He felt a chill run down his spine and struck a match to light a piece of pine torch, barely illuminating the surroundings. At first glance,...Since everything had already been discussed, everyone dispersed after seeing this.

Even as they left, they still reminded each other to "call him Wang Yuanwai in the future and be careful not to slip up and ruin everything."

Li Zhensheng thanked the crowd and stepped out of the courtyard. He instantly transformed back into Wang Yuanwai, the businessman.

Mr. Wen and Liu Zhiheng were going back to the city, there was too much to arrange and plan.

Lady Cui stayed behind and took Jia Yin to the mountain valley to look for Old Madam.

Just as the old woman was carrying a food box back, she saw them and smiled: "Jinerou, the sun is so big, why did you come out Come, let's go home! I told Hongying to make your favorite meat-stuffed tofu!"

Mrs. Cui remembered the previous events and couldn't help but tear up. The old lady still didn't know that her most beloved eldest son had been murdered in such a way, if she knew, she would be heartbroken...

Thankfully, everyone managed to keep things hidden for now. Although there will come a day when the truth is revealed, let's just hope we can delay it as long as possible.

Jia Yin was afraid that Mrs. Cui would see through her, so she quickly struggled and hugged her grandmother's neck, "Grandma, Fu Niu's tummy is also hungry."

"Alright, little glutton. Your mother steamed egg custard for you!" The old lady put down the food box and hugged her granddaughter, completely ignoring how Madam Cui felt.

Mrs. Cui hurried to pick up the food box and walked back with her grandson and son-in-law...

In the Wang family courtyard in the south of the city, Wang E finally saw her husband come home without being drunk. She couldn't help but be overjoyed as she went up to him and asked, "My lord, did your business go smoothly today"

"Smooth sailing!" Wang Yuanwai said with a smile, lifting the roasted chicken in his hand. "I went to Lu'an and rented a courtyard. By the way, I bought you this roasted chicken. You love this the most, don't you Tonight, the two of us will have a few drinks."

Wang E blushed and scolded, "Children are here, let's talk in the room."

Li Ge'er led Mao Ge'er around their father, "Father, will you take us to the street tomorrow to play"

"Alright," Wang Yuanwai picked up his youngest son and patted his eldest son's head, "Tomorrow we have to send Big Brother to the academy. Let's go to the market tomorrow and buy some things."

"So soon" Wang E was a little surprised and asked, "Can't we wait ten days or half a month"

“No,” Wang Yuwai said without looking at her, bending down to cover his youngest son’s torn clothes. “I’ve already rented a courtyard today. It’s fully furnished; all you need is your bedding and luggage. There’s a children’s class right by the academy, which has been in session for half a month now. If Li goes over there, he can easily catch up. Otherwise, if we delay too long, it will be harder for him to go back to school later.”

Li Ge'er was a quiet person and also liked to read. At this time, he also said, "Mother, I want to go study. I won't shirk my work."

Wang E couldn't say anything more, she could only reply: "Alright, let's go the day after tomorrow."

Soon, the dinner table was set and the family had their meal.

After dinner, the children went to bed early. The couple really had a pot of wine, sitting opposite each other drinking and eating roast chicken.

Wang Yuèwai, with a cup in his left hand and one in his right, soon became half-drunk.

He tore a drumstick and gave it to Wang E, saying with a smile: "Back then when I was seriously ill, you personally pulled this chicken leg for me to eat, and said that eating the chicken leg would make me recover quickly. I still remember it now."

Wang E's face stiffened, and she managed to pull the corners of her mouth into a smile: "How many years has it been You still remember."

Mr. Wang chuckled wryly, "I've had a terrible headache lately, and I'm afraid that one day I might forget everything. Talking to you eases my mind a bit."

Wang E felt a little sorry for him. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Why don't we find a doctor and get some more medicine for a few days"

Mr. Wang shook his head, "I've had this illness for over ten years. Since all the doctors I've seen say it can't be cured, then so be it. Living to what day is my fate..."

Wang E clenched the chicken leg in her hand, unconsciously bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, but still said: "Master, don't say that. Maybe it will be better in a few days. Master is such a good person, he won't be alright."

"Forget it, this matter is uncertain, God is blind. Look at the world, how many wicked people have children and grandchildren, and how many good people end up with a bad ending."

Mr. Wang's words seemed casual, but Wang E felt her heart pounding with anxiety upon hearing them.

She slowly ate the chicken leg, but it was a bit hard to swallow.

Lately, I've felt something off. Has she gotten older and her heart softened

Thinking of her late father and the Wang family business, Wang E took a deep breath to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

Maybe it's good to stay in Los Angeles for a while, perhaps when I return, everything will be fine...

Mr. Wang lowered his head to pour wine, catching a glimpse of his wife's expression from the corner of his eye. His heart sank completely.

A day of marriage, a hundred days of grace. Right now, all of that is gone!

He raised his glass and drank it dry, tomorrow, everything was going to begin...

The autumn wind was incredibly diligent, passing over the fields of grain on the hillside millions of times every day.

And the sun, too, is hardworking, never missing a day of work.

Under their shared care, the autumn harvest finally arrived successfully.

On both sides of the Hot Spring Valley, there are over a thousand fruit trees planted. However, this year there were not many flowers or fruits. Next year will be the time when the flowers bloom and the fruits are abundant.

This year, the protagonist is still the golden wheat fields between the fruit trees. Each ear of wheat bows humbly, swaying with the autumn wind.

On this day, except for those who were on duty in the valleys and couldn't leave, everyone in the village gathered on the mountaintop.

Men, women, and children of all ages, some carrying sickles, some walking with poles, and some carrying baskets, looked at the golden rice fields before them. For a moment, their hearts were heavy, and they couldn't help but shed tears.

This time last year, they were back home in their village, hastily harvesting the Li family's sorghum before embarking on their flight for safety.

At that time, all they could think about was surviving.

I don't want to die on the roadside, I don't want to die under the butcher knife of barbarians, I don't want to die in the deep mountains and old forests...

No one would have dared to imagine such a time, when they would once again have a home, put down roots, and be busy with the harvest.

Not only did they survive, but they are doing so well!

The grain before them was no longer their sole lifeline. They had hot springs in the valleys that yielded gold every day, melon fields where they could sell at exorbitant prices, and even along the riverbanks, there were vast expanses of peanuts and sweet potatoes waiting to be harvested.

But this did not prevent them from regarding the fields of grain with awe and gratitude.

Food, forever the greatest foundation for survival.

Harvest, forever the deepest desire of the common people.

The village head wiped away a tear and said, "Everyone remember, how hard life was before Now our days are filled with happiness! Remember this well, if anyone dares to ruin everything, the whole village will not let him get away with it!"

Yes, village head! Everyone shouted in response.

The village head then called Li La'er forward. The two of them raised their sickles and shouted in unison, "Harvest time! It's time to reap!"

The villagers also raised their farming tools and shouted, "Harvest is here! Let's reap!"

Patches of grain were cut down and quickly bundled, then loaded onto carts and sent back to the threshing floor in the village.

The elderly and children carried baskets, picking up the fallen grains.

Everyone was working hard, no one slacked off or complained. The whole village seemed like a well-oiled machine, each person doing their part.

Old Li carried her granddaughter up the mountain to deliver cool tea, and then she carried her granddaughter back down to gather grain stalks.

Jiayin didn't want Grandma to be tired, so she struggled to get off the ground.

The old woman spread her apron under the fruit tree, letting her granddaughter sit on it and watch the water jug.

Perhaps fearing her granddaughter would make a fuss, she gave her another piece of candy.erwhelmed with grief and tears. They were just curious...Villagers rushed to question their own sons. Once they understood the situation, everyone felt both amused and annoyed.Needless to say, every s...