Cannon Fodder Just Wants to Farm (MTL)

Chapter 9: Dumplings

After taking a bath, Xiao Heran became beautiful again. He Zifeng dragged him all the way back.

The little guy also knew that he would never have to go back to his house again, and he would always jump and jump when he walked. He held his father's hand and was very happy, and occasionally raised his head to look at his father.

He Zifeng touched the child's hair. He couldn't get enough of his own child, and he felt happy just looking at the child.

He Zifeng looked at several people in the village along the way.

Regardless of whether he had a good relationship with He Zifeng before, he now said some comforting words: "I can live a steady life from now on."

"I really don't want to be like your father."

There is more or less partiality in the village, but things like his family are indeed rare.

But there are also honest people who hesitate to speak when they see him.

He Zifeng said: "What's wrong?"

This honest man is Huanzi, who also grew up with He Zifeng. Said: "Wan Hai is telling you that if anyone gets close to you, you will have trouble with him."

Although He Zifeng got ten taels of silver after dividing the family, anyone with a discerning eye could see that what He Zifeng got was a small amount. Wan Hai has a firm grasp on the real profitable sauce shop.

Huanzi was a little angry for He Zifeng. The village was a humane society. If this cuts off He Zifeng's connection with the village, he will definitely have a hard time.

He Zifeng took this matter lightly. He said: "Who can count on whom?" If we can get together, we can get together, and if we can't get together, we can separate. Anyway, they live in a remote area, so what can they do if they can't get along?

Huanzi said: "We have a friendship that started when we were kids. I don't care what other people do. If you have any trouble, just come to me."

He Zifeng nodded and said, "I'm determined!"

After saying a few simple words, he walked home.

After walking a few steps, they were stopped again: "Hey, when did you go to the county seat? The county is quite far from our village." Usually, if they want to walk around the county, they have to leave before dawn. There was no carriage, so we relied solely on foot power and had to walk for two or three hours.

People in the village thought that He Zifeng was brave, and he reported to the official immediately.

Let them think about it, and they are so bold when they think of this idea. They don't even know where the yamen door is. What if they are caught and thrown into prison? People who have nothing to do with them will be called Tiantian Bu by then. The response is not working well.

"Have you met the county magistrate?"

"What does the county magistrate look like?"

"Are you afraid of talking to him?"

Although Wan Hai explicitly prohibited people in the village from interacting with He Zifeng, everyone was really curious as to whether the county magistrate was like the Grand Master Qingtian mentioned in the play.

He Zifeng said: "I was too anxious at the time and didn't pay attention."

Village Chief Xu and Wan Hai walked home and saw He Zifeng being surrounded by the villagers. He looked bad and wanted to come over to find trouble. However, when they heard everyone mentioning the county magistrate, the two did not dare to step forward for a while.