Rebirth kicked the scumbag to farming

Chapter 241 Finding the Patriarch (1)
The three of them showed surprise on their faces, and Wen Chen excitedly pulled the cotton cloth over.Mianbu thought to himself, for the sake of Zhonghua Tobacco, he went to have a look.

The other two also followed. Xue Guipang's charm was too great, which aroused their curiosity.Mianbu knelt on the ground, touched Wen Tao's stomach, and shook his head regretfully, "It's metabolism, but you don't have to be pessimistic. You can save him if you find the cotton bag."

"Cotton bag..." Before Xie Ningfeng could finish his words, the cotton cloth interrupted him, and made a "shh" gesture with his finger to his lips, not to disturb the patient's rest.

In any case, the only piece of good news that they came into the mountain was enough to cheer them up and move forward with full energy.After lunch, Xie Ningfeng supported the cotton cloth, Hu Hu and Xiao Mao supported Wen Tao, and Wen Chen walked in the middle.

Mianbu pushed Xie Ningfeng's arm uncomfortably, despising Xie Ningfeng's vengeful nature in his heart, he said he would not run away halfway, but Xie Ningfeng said that you have a criminal record, which made him passively accept the treatment of patients.

After walking for half an hour, the pine needles on the top of the head became more and more sparse, and the cool sunlight slanted on them, driving away the cold on their bodies, and warming them directly to the heart.

At this time, there was a rustling sound on one side of the pine forest, as if someone was walking and was very close to them.Several people held their breaths, Xie Ningfeng felt that the pulse of the cotton cloth was beating very fast, as if it was about to reach its limit.He patted Cotton's arm, signaling him not to panic.

Leaning out half of the body first, staring at them, the man's eyes suddenly widened when he brushed the cotton cloth.He ran out of the pine forest happily, "Mianbu, you are back, where are the cotton bales?"

His expression was momentarily lost, and he said, "Even you can't find the cotton bag. The cotton bag is determined not to come back." His tone was full of sadness, which shows that he has a good relationship with the cotton bag.

"Meng Bian, the cotton bag will come back." Mian Bu's tone was full of confidence, which made Meng Bian feel a little more at ease. "By the way, why did you come out?"

"I'll come out and take a look." Meng Bian simply explained, he frowned and looked at Xie Ningfeng and the others, "Are you going to take a shortcut again? There are too many people coming this month."

Mian Bu said a few words casually, and brought Xie Ningfeng and the others into the village.Xie Ningfeng and the others have a fixed residence, and it is outside the village.Mianbu couldn't change this matter. After settling them down, Mianbu went to see the village chief alone.

In front of me is an exquisite bamboo house, which is divided into three parts, two sleeping rooms and one living room.The fox and the others stayed in the bamboo house, while Xie Ningfeng looked around.The bamboo house is in a remote place on the road into the village, and the surrounding area is deserted. Numerous mountain vines hang down behind the bamboo house, and unknown purple flowers are swaying on the vines, and the protruding stone walls shine brightly in the sun.

Xie Ningfeng took a leisurely walk, and could see the outline of the village clearly from a distance.It was also a bamboo village. There was a plaque on the top of the gate of the village. Xie Ningfeng built a pergola with his hands, and when he took a closer look, it read the words Yimin Village.Two thick wooden pillars supported the gate of the village, and words were engraved on the pillars - the survivors wept in the dust, looking south to Master Wang for another year.

The poem was written by the great poet Lu Fangweng, and it describes the sad feelings of the survivors in the occupied areas in the north who look forward to the army regaining their lost land. Could it be that the villagers of the survivors also have a lot of background?
There was no one in front of the gate of the village, so he would have to explain it otherwise.In the village, there are almost all bamboo villages, with stilted buildings in the middle, and a well in the center. Xie Ningfeng walked around the ancient well, and his figure was reflected in the deep well water.He turned the wheel, picked up a bucket of water, and took a sip. It was cold, refreshing and sweet.

A child's voice suddenly came from behind, "Uncle, who are you?"

The child was about five or six years old, with a round face, small eyes, and a flat nose. He was looking at Xie Ningfeng curiously.Xie Ningfeng touched the child's head, the child was not annoyed, and seemed obedient and well-behaved.

"Do you know where the cotton bag's house is?" Xie Ningfeng smiled kindly, "I'm his guest."

"Brother Mianbao's house is just ahead, I'll take you there." The child naturally took Xie Ningfeng's hand and walked forward. This was the first time Xie Ningfeng met an innocent child.

After walking for a while, there were more and more people, but they all looked at Xie Ningfeng with wary eyes. The child greeted the villagers while walking, but the villagers didn't seem to notice, and no one responded to the child.The child's smiling face collapsed, with a slightly injured expression on his face, but he still greeted the villagers, obviously he was used to such scenes.

After a while, the road became wider and wider, the bamboo house receded, and a stilted building appeared before Xie Ningfeng's eyes.In front of the door of the stilted building, flowers and green grass are decorated, and strings of peppers are hung, which are much higher-end than bamboo houses. In some yards, a pond has been dug, and the ruined lotus leaves are floating on the pond.

Patronously staring at the house, unconsciously, the child slowly let go of his hand, and when he reached a building on stilts, the child stopped in his tracks. "Uncle, the one with the Phoenix Ling flower is the cotton bag's house, I'll go back first, grandma should be worried."

Looking at the back of the child bouncing around, Xie Ningfeng felt uncomfortable for no reason. There is actually a hierarchical system in this village of survivors, and the child doesn't know what kind of life they live?It is the most rare thing to be able to maintain a pure heart under difficult conditions.

Xie Ningfeng turned around, stared at Feng Linghua not far away, and sighed.Wenrou hasn't been found yet, how can he be in the mood to meddle in other people's affairs.

The cotton-bale house is relatively high-end in the village. It has a pond and a garden. You can see it from the window, and the house is equipped with a TV.The TV is only 21 inches in size and placed on the cabinet.The furnishings in the room are simple, with a stove in the corner, a cabinet next to it, and a window above it, with blue flower curtains swaying in the wind.Tables and chairs are placed against the walls.

The owner is not there, so it is not easy for him as a guest to force his way, Xie Ningfeng is standing in front of the pond, there are fish playing in the water, burrowing around in the lotus leaves.

Xie Ningfeng didn't know that the cotton cloth was in a stilted building not far away.

This house on stilts covers a large area, and the interior decoration is similar to that of the Cotton House, but the furniture is much more refined. There is a pink and white long-necked porcelain pot on the table.On the ground in the middle, there are two people sitting around the brick stove and cooking.

The hot air curled up, enveloping the other party's eyebrows.Zhuo Lun picked up the beef with chopsticks and put it in the cotton bowl, "You are injured, eat more tonics, and leave the cotton bag and Sangga to me."

"I believe in elder brother's ability." Mianbu put down his chopsticks, he was not in the mood to eat despite the warning pain in his stomach, and he couldn't eat if Mianbao and Sangga didn't come back for a day. "Brother, I'll go back first, the few people I brought back are not safe."

"How many did you bring back this time?" Zhuo Lun stopped eating, and asked earnestly, "Is the money given much, I don't have much money recently."

Mianbu felt bitter in his heart, and his throat was also infected, so he couldn't speak.When the old patriarch was here, the money he earned was distributed to the poor in the village. Once the patriarch took office, the houses were arranged according to family income, and the house of the patriarch's house was the best.Not only that, the patriarch has to divide half of the money every time to buy furniture and electrical appliances, and to dress up his wife and children in a glamorous way.

(End of this chapter)