The other tenants, however, were quite happy: "It's good that they don't care. If they don't care, we won't go hungry."
They had originally planned to dig up grass roots to eat, but now it seems they don't need to.
“Uncle Zhou, you guessed right. This leader is indeed different from those bandits. She is a good person.”
Compared to the jubilation of the others, Uncle Zhou felt a mix of emotions, and tears even welled up in his eyes.
Zhou Yan panicked immediately: "Uncle, what's wrong? Isn't this our food?"
What should we do then?
He was truly fed up with being hungry.
“It’s definitely not.” Uncle Zhou’s eyes were a little red. Just as Zhou Yan was about to jump up and curse again, he heard him say, “It’s not our grain inside, it’s, it’s pure white rice!”
"What?"
In this famine year, are there still people giving away rice to strangers for free?
That's impossible!
No one could believe it, and they all rushed over, craning their necks to see what was going on.
But facts are facts!
The bag that used to contain blackened, moldy, broken rice is now full of distinct, shiny grains of rice that emit a fragrant aroma.
Although it's not the best rice sold in rice shops, at least it's not moldy, hasn't turned black, and isn't infested with insects.
"Uncle Zhou, we...we've met a living Buddha!"
"Yes, a living Buddha! There are still good people in this world." Uncle Zhou raised his sleeve and quietly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.
He had no choice but to help the chief farm, but now it seems that it might be an opportunity for them, a chance to survive a famine.
"Fellow villagers, our chief, she not only avenged us, but now she's also giving us such good grain. Shouldn't we thank her properly?"
His address of "Big Boss" was unknowingly filled with sincerity and respect.
"Yes, yes, we have to thank the boss. If it weren't for her, we'd still be hiding in the mountains like rats."
"Yes, and that damned charlatan. If it weren't for the boss, we would never have been able to avenge ourselves. How would we face our fellow villagers after we die?"
Thinking of their loved ones who died with their eyes wide open in sorrow, a spark of gratitude for Roxi shone in the hearts of all the tenants.
"Uncle Zhou, just tell us, what do you want us to do?"
Uncle Zhou looked at his energetic fellow villagers and felt extremely gratified.
"How do we do it? I think everyone should remember what the boss just said: this farm will belong to her in the future, and we will also help the boss grow crops here."
"From now on, the head of the household will be our true boss. Remember, I said 'true boss.' As for how to do it, I believe the villagers all have their own opinions. What do you say?"
The tenants carefully considered Uncle Zhou's words and soon understood his meaning.
"Uncle Zhou, don't worry. From now on, the head of the household will be my ancestor. If she tells me to go east, I will never go west. If she tells me to do work, I will never slack off."
Well, that's not quite right. Uncle Zhou was a little amused and exasperated. "You mean it, but forget about the ancestors. The boss might not even be surnamed Zhou. Besides, with your pathetic appearance, the boss wouldn't want to take you as his grandson."
"Hahaha--"
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Yes, yes, you wish! The boss is not only beautiful, but also very capable. Even if she were to adopt a grandson, she would choose me. I'm much better looking than you."
"What's the use of being good-looking? I'm stronger than you, so of course the leader will recognize me."
"You're talking nonsense! The boss wouldn't even look at a roughneck like you..."
"Alright, alright." Uncle Zhou raised his hand and pressed down, feeling both amused and exasperated. What kind of nonsense was this? "Stop arguing, this is all baseless. We have more important things to do now."
He turned and looked at the farmhouse not far away, where the hero in blue who had just brought the grain was leading several men in black, carrying out the corpses one by one from the house.
"Now, let's go and help these heroes collect the bodies of our deceased fellow villagers."
The mention of the word "collecting corpses" caused Uncle Zhou's mood, which had just improved, to plummet again.
The farm, which was bustling with activity just a few days ago, has now changed its appearance.
Old Li, who always argued with me over trivial matters; Xue's wife, who gossiped about everyone; and the child who was a nuisance throughout the village—they're all gone, gone…
His sorrowful gaze swept over all the tenants: "No, it shouldn't be called helping. It was our duty to handle the funeral arrangements for our fellow villagers."
"That hero was so kind and helpful; we should be the ones thanking him."
Azure Dragon in the distance: "..."
Can he say that he was forced into this situation?
Although he always had to clean up after the original poster after each incident, it didn't mean he enjoyed doing that kind of work.
This time, in particular, several small villages were filled with corpses that had begun to rot and stink, and were even infested with maggots.
sky!
The taste and the appearance were absolutely amazing!
Qinglong twisted his face and added another layer of cloth to his nose: "Can't you guys hurry up? It's disgusting, and you're dawdling like that. Doesn't it make you uncomfortable?"
The men in black were also devastated. They wanted to hurry too, but there were just too many corpses.
Despite this thought, everyone couldn't help but speed up.
Just when they thought the work would go on until nightfall, Uncle Zhou arrived with a group of tenant farmers.
After exchanging a somewhat timid smile with Qinglong, they began to silently carry the corpses and dig pits, quickly increasing their speed.
Rose, who was half-lying on the roof sunbathing, smiled.
These people barely passed the test; whether there are any bad apples among them remains to be seen.
She didn't want to support ungrateful wretches or lazybones, even though helping these people was just a drop in the ocean for her.
However, she'd rather leave the sucker to others than serve them.
In a flash, Luo Xi silently left the farmhouse courtyard filled with the stench of corpses and drifted towards the courtyard of Jiuxian Manor.
Just as they crossed the courtyard wall, a gleaming sword, carrying a sharp, piercing aura, came straight at them.
"???"
Luo Xi dodged by bending backward, but a long leg swept over her, so she had to quickly do several backflips to retreat.
"Jiu Xiaoxian, you've gone mad!"
She backed away while cursing the man opposite her through gritted teeth.
"Let's spar!" Jiuxian's voice remained icy, as if he couldn't see Luo Xi's annoyance, and there was even a hint of expectation in his eyes.
His internal strength has improved to a higher level this time, so he should be able to beat Rosie.
Rose didn't have time for that right now; she took a deep breath.
After a long pause, she said calmly, "I'm busy, I don't have time."
Just as Jiu Xian was about to ask her what she was busy with, Luo Xi glanced over coolly and said, "Didn't you say you were going to help me find someone? Where is that person?"
"..." Jiuxian swallowed back the words she was about to say, and said in frustration, "No news yet."
It seems that Dream of the Red Chamber needs some reform.
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