I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 102
"Why is Bajie drunk, sounds weird?"

Wang Zi'an smiled and told them a story about the Peach Blossom Festival, Zhu Bajie playing Chang'e while drunk, being beaten down by the Jade Emperor, being cast into a pig's fetus by mistake, and later Gao Laozhuang recruiting relatives.

"You kid, you really know how to choreograph. Where did Gao Yuanwai come from in our village, and where did Gao Cuilan come from—"

Before Aunt Gao could finish her sentence, her face became weird, and she stretched out her hand to slap Wang Zi'an.

"You kid, even your Aunt Cui dares to arrange it. Believe it or not, your Second Uncle Qi wants to settle accounts with you..."

"Where did I arrange Aunt Cui—"

Wang Zi'an was confused, Gao Yunzhong quietly poked Wang Zi'an with his elbow.

"Aunt Cui's nickname seems to be Cuilan, I heard Second Uncle Qi called it that..."

……

There is really a Cuilan in Gao Laozhuang.Wang Zi'an couldn't help laughing and crying, and there is such a coincidence, if there is another Zhu Gangman, it will not be the same?

"Although the story is very exciting, what's the relationship with getting drunk with Bajie?"

Miss Haruko suddenly put down her work and asked curiously.Seeing Haruko's question, even Aunt Gao couldn't help but looked over curiously.The entertainment activities in this era are really too poor. The story Wang Zi'an told is novel and interesting. There just happens to be such a lovely energy.

"Zian continue to talk..."

It was only then that Wang Zi'an discovered that it was not so easy to use such a mythical story as a wine culture. There is no Journey to the West in Tang Dynasty.I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to intercept the parts about Zhu Bajie in the story.The story of Gao Laozhuang getting drunk, showing his original shape, being disliked by Mrs. Gao, and kicked out of the house, and later he was enlightened by the Bodhisattva, and the story of bless Tang Monk to learn Buddhist scriptures from the west...

"Although that Zhu Gangyi was cast into a pig's fetus by mistake and looks ugly, but he worked hard in Gao Laozhuang, and he didn't do anything wrong to Gao Cuilan. How can Mrs. Gao be so heartless and ungrateful, judging people by their appearance, and repaying kindness with revenge?"

As soon as the story here was told, Miss Haruko choked with anger.Wang Zi'an couldn't help but glanced at her in surprise, with a strange expression on his face.

Are you a suspected assassin with such a sense of justice?
"Grandma Gao and Gao Cuilan have indeed done too well, hey, Zhu Bajie is really pitiful..."

Aunt Gao couldn't help but sighed.

"Both Gao Yuanwai and Cuihua are not good people, I don't like them!"

Gao Yunye's face was also flushed. Although Yun Zhong didn't speak, he also expressed his approval.Wang Zi'an couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that Zhu Bajie would have such a market in Datang.

However, as long as there is a market, this card can be played.

Making fruit wine is easy to say, but it is very trivial to do these things. It took a whole afternoon to deal with the fruits picked a few days ago.

Little is better than newlyweds.

After dinner, Uncle Gao and Aunt Gao tactfully took Gao Yunye, who was pestering Wang Zi'an to listen to the story, back.Seeing the ambiguous eyes of the old couple, Miss Qingzi blushed, bowed her head and went back to the house. As the matter became darker and darker, Wang Zi'an also went back with a wry smile.

Probably because of the experience of the previous two nights, Miss Qing'er was obviously much more courageous. Regardless of whether Wang Zian turned off the lights or not, she took off her coat and got under the bed wearing only obscene trousers and bellyband. Hiding in the corner of the bed, but intentionally or unintentionally exposed half of an indescribable arm, secretly looking at Wang Zi'an.

Wang Zi'an glanced at her, not knowing what the fusang woman was up to, so she quickly extinguished the oil lamp with one palm, and closed her eyes to make fun of her. The level of the world has a clearer understanding.

There is no shortage of masters in this world, and there are quite a few half-step masters who are slightly better than in my previous life.This discovery made him secretly vigilant. In Datang, where the cultivation environment is so suitable, there are still many masters hidden.This level of self-cultivation is far from enough.

In the dark, looking at Wang Zi'an, who has been "not daring" to go to bed, Miss Haruko's eyes flickered, as if she had confirmed a very remarkable message, and she looked at Wang Zi'an with a little bit of sympathy, pitiful, still so young...

The world is always unpredictable. In the evening, it seems to be sunny, but who knows that the wind will blow in the middle of the night.The patter is like the autumn rain that is rushing and slowing down.The next day, when I woke up early in the morning, the sky became gloomy, as if covered with a layer of blue water vapor.Uncle Gao frowned and stood in the yard observing the weather for a while, looking worried.

"The threshing work will be slowed down first, and the folks in the village will be mobilized to collect the crops in the field."

This is what I am most afraid of in the autumn harvest. If it is only for a day or two, it will be fine. If it encounters continuous rain, it will be very troublesome. If the crops in the field cannot be recovered in time, they will germinate directly in the field , becomes unpreservable and edible.As soon as the weather changed, the whole autumn harvest became more severe, and even some women, children and the elderly went down to the ground, racing against the clock to compete with God for time.

However, it still started to rain. From the afternoon, it began to patter down the ground, and in the middle of the night, the raindrops became denser.Uncle Gao sat under the eaves, worried.

"It doesn't look like it can be stopped in three or two days. Even if it rains tomorrow, we have to go and collect the crops."

"The crops are all wet, and even if they are taken back, they won't be able to shed any grains. If they are piled up at home, they are more likely to germinate and become moldy."

There was no smile on Aunt Gao's face. After working hard for half a year, she only counted on these few days, but it happened to rain.

"Maybe after tonight, the sky will clear up, God's business, who can say for sure..."

……

God's matter, no one is sure, the next day, the rain didn't stop, but it rained even harder.Uncle Gao, Yun Zhong, and Wang Zi'an put on coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and went straight to the ground. No matter what, they couldn't just sit and watch the crops rot in the ground. They could help the villagers get back as much as they could.

Although it rained heavily, there were more people in the fields.Except for some frail old people and children, basically everyone who was able to go to the ground went to the ground.But the car is useless, and the ground is quite muddy. How much can you get back by counting on people to carry the bundles home?
Everyone's face is very heavy, even if it is taken back in the rain, where can the wet grain be put?

Uncle Gao, Uncle Qi, and several old people in the village gathered at Uncle Gao's house to discuss a solution, but God won't allow it, what can you do?
　After I finished writing yesterday, I was not satisfied no matter how I changed it, so I didn't dare to post it. I just adjusted it today. I hope it can win everyone's favor. :) Ask for support!

　　
　
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