The cornfield is known as the green yarn tent in the north, and the piece that appeared in front of him at this time on Tuesday really gave him the feeling of a green yarn tent. At least he had been walking with his uncle for a long time, and he seemed to be still spinning around, and his body was still like an endless cornfield.

Li Zhuliang was carrying his hands behind his back, holding a dry tobacco in his mouth, and slowly moving forward, feeling very appreciative. He didn't speak, and on Tuesday there were always questions, and no matter how impatient Nivazi was with the monkey in her arms, she could only follow along. Of course, Wei Fei is even more unlikely to say anything.

Finally, in a bum, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up. The endless corn yarn ends here, and there is a small valley opposite.

In front of the valley, there was an open flat land, above which were a few large trees, and under the big trees, several bungalows. In front of the bungalow, two people sat idly.

One of them was dressed as an old peasant, not only looking older than Li Zhuliang, but also dressed more rustically than Li Zhuliang, and he also had a dry tobacco pouch in his hand, leaning against the big tree behind him, spewing clouds and mist.

The other man was completely different, this man looked about the same as he was in his sixties, but his silver hair was combed back with a big back. On Tuesday, you don't even need to look at the clothes this person is wearing, and you can imagine that with this hairstyle alone, he has presided over the diplomacy of Fengyangmen for so long, how can he not see that this person is not a key official, or a professor in those academies who has no real power but is even more terrifying.

Far away, Li Zhuliang stopped, and Wei Fei also stopped, but the two of them stopped, each with its own weight. Wei Fei didn't know why Li Zhuliang stopped, it was obvious that the purpose of Li Zhuliang's trip was to ask for help, but Wei Fei didn't notice the existence of the master for a while. Especially the two old men in front of them, they are even more different.

But Li Zhuliang's face once again showed that hesitant look. In fact, it was originally also, asking for help would definitely bring trouble to others, the foundation of Fengyangmen was not so deep, and Zhu Gui before didn't care so much about the status of the Fengyang faction in Daomen, but instead devoted himself to the development of the world.

You can imagine this. This must be the fate of Li Zhuliang's personal friendship. But from Li Zhuliang's resolute departure from Fengyangmen, we can know what kind of temperament Li Zhuliang is, and at this time, he actually asked him to come to the door, Li Zhuliang's hesitation does not seem to be difficult to understand.

However, I don't know why, even Tuesday had a feeling that there must be something hidden here, and it is definitely not that simple.

At this moment, suddenly a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and then rain fell sparsely in the sky. The rain was not heavy or even intermittent, but the temperature plummeted, as if all of a sudden, the whole summer had finally come to an end. Especially in the southwest, a red fiery cloud appeared. The clouds hung low, eerie, as if they were within reach.

"The beginning of autumn. Thunder. There is no lack of harvest, and its day is raining. There are red clouds in the southwest. West wind, heavy rain!" It was one of the two old men in front of the valley who spoke, that is, the old man who was not a simple person no matter how he looked at it, and saw him quickly pull out a corn cob from the fire that was about to be extinguished in front of him. Then he sniffed it intoxicated.

The old farmer next to him sighed, "Anyway, you are also a gentleman in the school, I really don't know why you don't do big things, you come here all day long to listen to the old man's nonsense, you are a scholar." Don't teach students, delve into knowledge. The old man just lived a little longer, remembering the teachings of his ancestors......"

"Hahaha......" The leader-looking person couldn't help laughing, "If you don't listen, you can't do it, who let Brother Zheng, what you say is always right." He unhurriedly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, looked at it carefully and then put it away again, "There are red clouds, west winds, and rain in the southwest of Shenshi, which is even more accurate than the forecast of the Meteorological Bureau......"

This is a full-fledged professor at Lushan University, although many people, including Wei Fei, don't know what level he can be compared to in terms of administration as a professor at Lushan University, not to mention that he is still a professor at a university, and there are countless disciples, who dares to say that among his students, how many of them are people with great power.

The old farmer shook his head, said nothing, and leaned his back against the tree, and he raised his dry tobacco pouch, tapped it on the sole of his foot, knocked out the ashes, and then filled it with another bag. This whole set of actions turned out to be the same as the previous Li Zhuliang.

I only heard the professor of Lushan College, who didn't have any academic temperament at all, let out a long sigh, "Don't hide it from Brother Zheng, I feel more and more distant from my heart over the years, thinking of the obsession back then, my heart is even more confused, only when I am by Brother Zheng's side, can I harvest a moment of peace." ”

"Your original intention must have been academic research." The old farmer took two puffs of dry tobacco and said to himself, "It's like I planted crops all over the ground, these corn are crops that change the season, and I have the intention to plant something else, and the season does not allow it, but as a cropper, I can plant melons and get melons, and I can watch these seedlings grow day by day, which is the greatest wish of the croppers." “

The so-called burning clouds are probably the scene in front of you, the sunset behind the clouds, the light emitted, the thin clouds, set off like cooking smoke, the thicker ones are penetrated by the golden light, it looks as if it is burning the clouds.

"Croppers want nothing else in their lives, they are born only to know how to farm." The old farmer raised his head and glanced at Li Zhuliang and Wei Fei, and he didn't show any surprised expression, "In August and September, except for corn, you can't grow anything else in the field, but if you plant too much corn, in addition to feeding pigs and chickens, you can also sell it at a good price......

Suddenly, there was silence, and the words of the old man Zheng seemed to make everyone fall into deep thought. Every word of Old Man Zheng is extremely ordinary, and the combination of words and sentences is just a long and short sentence between neighbors.

The red clouds dispersed, the sporadic rain stopped, this open space, there were only a few big trees in the shade, and then a few tile houses, after the sunset, a few children jumped and played excitedly, everything was so common.

However, Old Man Zheng seems to be ordinary, but none of the people around him are ordinary people.

The first person to have a feeling was Tuesday, Old Man Zheng's words echoed in his heart, and before he could think about it, suddenly a few of them flashed inexplicably, "In addition to corn, the land and the season can't grow other ......" (to be continued.) )

PS: Today's update is here. When I wrote this chapter, I really had a picture in my mind, Zhengjia Town, a green gauze tent, a small valley. It was so real, and it came up countless times later, until I really couldn't help but go to that place of my own fiction, and it turned out, oh my god, of course it didn't exist. But I always believed that there would be something like that.