I Got Reincarnated as a Weed (My New Life As A Plant In A Cultivation World)

Tomorrow is August 25th.

It's my grandpa's seventieth birthday.

Grandpa and grandma have worked very hard. They have been busy for most of their lives, and they finally brought up my father and uncle.

Fortunately, our family and my uncle's family are more filial and promising, and I often go back to have a look, which makes the two old people very happy, and they have a lot of face in the countryside.

As you all know, I went back last time because the family harvested millet. I also got involved and helped a little.

In the past, my father had talked with my uncle and grandparents and told them not to do farm work, but the two old people disagreed. They seemed to feel that if they were suddenly not busy, they would find nothing to do and insisted on continuing.

The father and uncle had no choice but to let the two old people do as little as possible to make them more relaxed.

My grandma's face is full of wrinkles, and my grandpa's back is hunched, and he is still busy in the hot summer.

To be honest, I really don't want them to do this, but every time I talk to them, they say that they should do less when they are young.

But every year, it is said like this, but what should be less is not less at all.

The two old people said that they don't need to give them money, and it's not easy for you juniors. You keep it for yourself, and we can work by ourselves.

Every time I hear this kind of words, I feel a little sad.

Those who respect the elderly gave all of it, but they saved it all, saying that they can use it to help when they encounter difficulties in the future...

When I was young, my parents worked hard outside, and my grandpa and grandma took care of me and grew up.

I was beaten by my grandma. I was beaten with the kind of fork broom used for sweeping the floor in the countryside. The beatings often hurt to death, but they are all skin trauma.

There is no dissatisfaction. The old man is also for my growth. I have not experienced these things. Maybe I don’t know what I will grow up to be.

As I grow up, I can't feel the feeling of the past. Now that I think about it, my mind is full of memories.

My grandpa never hit me.

Once, he picked up a shoulder pole and was about to beat me up, but in the end he couldn't do it.

I was scared to death.

I was so lucky afterwards.

What if my grandpa comes down with a shoulder pole and I'm gone.

In the past few years, I often go back to my hometown to see the two old people.

My grandfather is seventy years old, and his back is hunched, and my grandmother is also unlucky and injured sometimes.

Just like the last time, not long ago, my grandma suffered from food poisoning, plus she was a little bit heat stroke, and she was weak all over, that time scared me to death.

I'm really afraid that I won't be able to see them anytime soon.

So, that's why I often go back to my hometown.

When I say this, I don't mean that I am going to ask for leave and I am not going to update tomorrow.

On the contrary, I will update what should be updated tomorrow.

I just want to be here, to ask for a blessing to my grandparents.

thank you all!

At the same time, I hope everyone understands that I will continue to code words, and I will update it in the early morning, because I may have a drink with relatives and friends tomorrow, and I will be groggy by then, and I may not be able to write anything. prepare for.

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