Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

Chapter 113
Accompanied by the "rumbling" thunder, the wind roared towards the earth, and the dark sky seemed to be falling down, which was frightening.

There was no one on the road. In this rainy day with lightning and thunder, not a single villager would wander around outside.

The downpour is like a waterfall that "flows straight down three thousand feet", pouring down directly; the sound of wind, rain, thunder, bouncing, jumping, and spinning blend together to play a thrilling movement.

Anxious Wen Xiang ran forward with difficulty under the dim light of the oil lamp against the strong wind and rain.

Wen Xiang chased after stepping on the yellow muddy water to a fork in the road. The front led to the entrance of the village, and the right led to the village; she only hesitated for a moment before deciding to chase in the direction of the village entrance.

Wen Xiang believes that the eldest brother will not be in the mood to wander around the village at this moment, let alone be so bored as to take a walk in the rainstorm, but he doesn't know where he is going?
When she arrived at the entrance of the village, she still didn't see her eldest brother, so she had to continue to chase out of the village and shouted loudly:
"Brother, where are you?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Wen Xiang's cry was scattered by the storm before it could travel far, and was drowned in the sound of "crashing" rain, so he had no choice but to continue trotting all the way and shouting all the way.

In front is the foot of Yunxi Mountain, and here is another fork. The road on the right leads to the front mountain and leads to Chengnan County, and the road on the left leads to the back mountain.

Wen Xiang panted and wiped the rainwater from his head and face, thinking that the eldest brother would not go to Chengnan County, how far would it take?Besides, what are you doing in Chengnan County?

Wen Xiang's eyes wandered back and forth between the two roads, and suddenly saw several stones of different sizes piled up in the middle of the road on the left, she immediately ran over to check:

A small pile of stones is placed in the middle of the road very abruptly. It doesn't seem to be formed naturally, but it seems that someone piled it there deliberately.

Wen Xiang looked at the pile of stones and had an idea: Could this be the guidance left by the king?With the king's spirituality, she wouldn't find it strange even if it was writing, let alone piling up stones.

But what is there in the back mountain?It is worth rushing overnight.

Usually, the villagers of Wenjia Village only go to the front mountain and seldom go to the back mountain.The back mountain is not only steep and dangerous, but also there are occasional beasts. Only during the Qingming Festival, they will go to the back mountain to worship their ancestors' graves.

Thinking of the cemetery, Wen Xiang's eyes lit up: maybe the eldest brother is going to the cemetery of her parents. After thinking about this, she immediately went straight to the resting place of her parents.

When Wen Xiang arrived, he saw Wen Dao kneeling in front of his parents' graves -- he had already been drenched in water.

Without thinking about what to say, Wen Xiang immediately rushed forward to put the coir raincoat on the elder brother, and took a bamboo hat from his head for the elder brother to put on.

At this moment, Wen Dao is like a repeater, muttering to himself non-stop: the son is incompetent, and his parents are ashamed; the son is incompetent, and his parents are ashamed.

"Brother——, what are you doing? Get up, it's not your fault at all."

Wen Xiang wanted to drag his elder brother up, but Wen Dao couldn't resist, and would just keep saying, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Seeing that it was all my fault, that I was wrong, and self-criticism, she got angry and yelled: "What's wrong with you? Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"Is it wrong for you to help the government to promote the cultivation of sweet potatoes, yams, and jade?"

"You sincerely teach everyone to improve the land, raise rice seedlings, and work hard to help the villagers increase the harvest of the fields. Is it wrong?"

"Is it your fault that the patriarch bribed the government to take Zan Dian's position?"

"Who is the one who got the title of Shangnong Family?"

"Did you work so hard just to make wedding clothes for others?"

"You give up on yourself like this, grow your villain's ambitions, and destroy your own prestige. Do you want to be submissive and at the mercy of others for the rest of your life?"

"Are you worthy of your parents like this?"

Wen Xiang's continuous questioning made Wen Dao speechless. He knew in his heart that it was not his fault, but the reality forced him to bow his head.

In front of their parents' spirits, the two brothers and sisters stood silently while the other stood and knelt.

After a long time, Wen Dao said in a hoarse voice: "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

"Obviously I was the one who taught everyone how to grow sweet potatoes, and I also won the honor of the Shangnong Family."

"At the beginning, Lord Si Tu made it clear that the position of Zan Dian was won for me. How could the patriarch do this?"

"Why? I teach them hand in hand, and I know everything I can say. Am I not doing well enough? Or am I not doing enough?" Wen Dao stared at his parents' tombstone with extreme confusion in his eyes.

"I gave that stone of sweet potato to the patriarch in advance. Why is he still dissatisfied? Why should he treat me like this? Is it because I'm honest and easy to bully?"

"Could it be that I heard that they are born inferior to people, inferior to them? What do they know? They don't understand anything at all. Why, why did they grab Zandian's position?"

Wen Dao became more and more excited, aggrieved and angry, and finally broke down almost out of control and shouted: Why?Why?
The hysterical voice revealed a heartbreaking despair and grief.

Seeing the usually peaceful and friendly elder brother become devastated and mournful, the softest part of Wen Xiang's heart seemed to be pricked by needles, his heart ached, and he couldn't help but wet his eyes.

She hugged her eldest brother and said bitterly: "Brother, you are right! The fault is the patriarch, the government, and this blind thief."

From the disbelief of hearing the bad news, to the loss and confusion of confirming the bad news, to the anger and grief at the grave of his parents, Wen Dao's body and mind suffered an all-round blow.

At this moment, his grievances, which he had nowhere to say, poured out like this torrential rain, and he burst into tears like a child.

The hemp rope is specially broken at the fine point, and bad luck looks for the poor.In this way, the brother and sister embraced tightly in the pouring rain of lightning, thunder and thunder, venting the pain and sorrow of the little people to their heart's content.

Weeping in the cold and rainy night, the green hills are silent;
Life and death are boundless, but a thousand lines of tears;
For the first time this time, I can tell anyone.

Behind the two of them, Taoist Wuwei who did not know when to follow stood. Holding an oil umbrella, he silently watched the siblings hug each other and cry.

Taoist Wuwei's eyes are dim and unclear, and his eyes seem to fall through the brothers and sisters in front of him ten years ago:
It was also a night of heavy rain, when he was only eight years old, he was forcibly pulled out of his mother's arms.

The person in front of him was still being hugged by his younger sister, but he was crying alone until dawn.

No matter how much he cried that night, no one paid attention to him, and the next day he only waited for the news that his mother had hanged herself.

On the same rainy night, amidst the cries of the Wenxiang brothers and sisters, the sadness and resentment that had been suppressed in the bottom of their hearts rose into the sky like an angry volcanic flame, and Taoist Wuwei's face was instantly ferocious like a devil from hell.

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