When Yang Yuan opened the box, he felt that his eyes were about to be blinded. Something so bright he had never seen before.

Yang Yuan didn't understand why Mei Xiaohan wanted to send him such a precious thing.

"This person... It doesn't look ordinary! As soon as you make a shot, it's so generous! ”

Yang Yuan's jaw was about to fall, and his butler had never seen his master so fascinated by a small and inconspicuous looking object.

"Sir... What the hell is this? ”

Yang Yuan said: "Nonsense! If I've seen it, sir, I'll sigh like this! ”

Considering that Zhao Hu was still in Yuelong Village and did not come over, Mei Xiaohan decided to send someone to pick him up.

On the way back to Meifu, Mei Xiaohan saw an old acquaintance again, and that person was "Yun Xiaoyao".

After Yun Xiaoyao saw Mei Xiaohan, he was very happy and said, "It turned out to be Mei Gongzi, I really admired it for a long time!" ”

For Yun Xiaoyao, a person who is both a classmate and a friend, Mei Xiaohan's feeling for him is "no feeling".

"Yun Gongzi, don't come unharmed!"

Mei Xiaohan said: "You don't stay in the Dancing Phoenix Pavilion, why did you come here!" ”

Yun Xiaoyao said: "Mei Gongzi doesn't know, the Dancing Phoenix Pavilion was destroyed, and all the people who were originally detained by me were taken away!" ”

Those things that happened in Wufeng Pavilion, Mei Xiaohan couldn't forget them for a long time, because among the people who were detained by Yun Xiaoyao, many of them were familiar faces.

Mei Xiaohan naturally didn't believe what Yun Xiaoyao said, but she had to pretend to believe it, and said, "I see! This is bizarre! ”

Yun Xiaoyao said: "It's not... Until now, I don't know what's going on! ”

When Yun Xiaoyao said this, he didn't look like he was lying, and he was calm and calm.

Being an official is different from doing business, and you can't use the same way to run officialdom.

If you want to gain a foothold in a new place, you can't suppress people by just looking at the so-called identity. What is needed is hard work, to develop one's own strength on a piece of land, to be loyal to one's own people, and this requires too many things.

Mei Xiaohan didn't plan to get to the bottom of Yun Xiaoyao, because he knew Yun Xiaoyao's character very well, and Yun Xiaoyao, a person who didn't eat oil and salt, no matter how much he said, it would be in vain.

And Yun Xiaoyao always lies a lot, which sentence is true and which sentence is false. It's all indistinguishable.

The farmers in Yuelong Village, under the guidance of professionals, have grown a lot of vegetables and agricultural products.

Farmers are the most simple people on this blue planet. They do not fight or grab, work hard, and work on their own land. They give in their time and sweat, they put in their labor and effort in order to wait for the harvest.

In the evening when the autumn wind is swaying, there is no longer a wandering old patriarch at the head of Yuelong Village. Two children, happily shuttling through the fields in the harvest season.

It's been a long time since I've seen anything like this, and a few years ago it was a depression.

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south.

Lan has Xiuxi, chrysanthemum has Fang, and Huai Jiaren can't forget.

The pan-building boat is in the Fen River, and the middle of the river is Yangsubo.

The flute drums are singing and singing, and there is a lot of joy and sorrow.

When is it young and strong, but old and old!

In the fourth year of the Han Yuan Dynasty, Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty led his ministers to Fenyang County, Hedong County to worship Houtu, and on the way there was a good news of the soldiers of the Southern Expedition, and the local name was changed to Wenxi, which is still used today.

When the autumn wind is sluggish, the wild goose returns to the south, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty takes a boat to raft on the Fen River, drinks and feasts in the middle of the stream, hears that there is a fire next to the Fenshui, and sets up a Houtu shrine there to worship the earth.

At this moment, Mei Xiaohan's mood was extremely complicated. The original ideals have long since faded away, and the so-called dreams have been blown apart in the wind.

If my heart wasn't strong enough, I wouldn't be able to hold so many people for a long time, and everything in the past would be gone...

After great sorrow, there is great joy, and life is sad several times!

Zhao Hu was rolling up his pants and working in the fields at the moment, and he seemed to have become obsessed with such work, working in an almost crazy way. Maybe it's just because it's too lonely, or maybe it's because it's too boring.

It is a very good choice to enrich yourself with work. At the same time, it is also a very helpless choice!

But obviously neither of these are either, because at this moment Zhao Hu is really serious about doing such a thing. From his dedicated eyes, Mei Xiaohan didn't see that he had the feeling of having fun with life.

When Mei Xiaohan walked past Zhao Hu, it happened to be raining in the sky. However, the rain is not very heavy, and it is slightly cool.

Mei Xiaohan smiled, looked at Zhao Hu, and said, "Are you still busy?" You still need to do these tasks yourself! ”

Zhao Hu shook his head: "Do what you like, you won't feel tired, I'm used to this kind of life." ”

Looking at the endless wheat field, Zhao Hu shook his head and said, "Mei Gongzi... The sky is high and the sea is wide, but it's a pity that I can't be blessed with my fate! ”

"You are so young, why do you have such feelings!"

If he regards his career as his life, his life will end without his career. If a person regards his dream as his life, his life will end without it.

Zhao Hu said: "To be honest, I regret coming here a little, but... Since ancient times, there has been no regret medicine! ”

Zhao Hu looked down at the ears of wheat as he walked into the depths, leaving a back.

"Old Patriarch!"

Mei Xiaohan suddenly remembered the old patriarch, and suddenly felt a little sad in his heart, when he came to the old patriarch's tombstone, the weeds had grown madly to more than two meters high.

"Patriarch... I'm coming to see you! ”

Three glasses were respectfully laid out, all filled with wine. As soon as Mei Xiaohan raised her head and drank a glass, tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes.

There are no more long-winded words from the old patriarch, and there is no longer that lonely figure.

Stele!

The stone tablet that had been eroded by the wind and sand, how many times had she walked past it, but Mei Xiaohan had never paid attention to it.

And the old patriarch always stood in front of this stone tablet, staring ahead, and for many years, he never told anyone what he was looking at, or what he was looking at.

What secrets is hidden in that stele, if it is just an ordinary stele, why does the old patriarch always stand in front of this stele...

Mei Xiaohan respectfully bowed to the old patriarch's tombstone three times and said, "Patriarch, I'm leaving!" ”

When I turned to leave, it was already night. It was dark all around, but there were still many farmers working in the fields to harvest.

Seeing the busy scene in front of him, Mei Xiaohan felt very relieved, because he knew that the seeds he brought had begun to take root in this land...