At Qiu Yantang's strong request, Qiu Hua also rested at night.
Who would have thought that I would see Qingfeng digging potatoes at home in the morning.
"Little ancestor, didn't the ghost of our potato-digging days go away?"
When Zhang Shouquan heard Qiuhua misunderstood him, he quickly stood up.
"Hey, why are you cursing at ghosts?"
Only then did Qiuhua see clearly that the man was from another place. She had seen him before when she was a ghost, but she had never said hello to him.
Qiu Yantang walked over while brushing his teeth, "Qiuhua, this is the new farmhand, Zhang Shouquan. He's had a rough time..."
Balabala told Qiuhua about Zhang Shouquan's experience. Qiuhua really felt that he was quite miserable and felt very sympathetic towards him.
"Excuse me, I thought the little ancestor was here to dig potatoes again."
"It's okay. Digging potatoes on a small day is amazing. I'm ashamed of myself."
He still has self-awareness, after all, he is a professional.
"By the way, how's the dream-seeking thing going?" Qiu Yantang still remembered that his original intention of working was to send dreams.
"Well, I should be happy. They all have new families now and are living happily."
Yes, he has been dead for so long, isn't it normal for her to remarry?
But he just couldn't help crying!
“Woo…”
(?_?)
"No, why are you crying again?" Qiu Yantang thought that this was not a good idea. What if other ghosts thought she was mistreating her employees?
"Look at it more positively!" Qiuhua patted his shoulder. "Look at me, I don't even have any children. After I died, my husband remarried, but she also died. Now this is his third child. I gave birth to four big fat boys in two pregnancies..."
"Isn't he a bit of a wife-killer?" Zhang Shouquan stopped crying. "Besides, raising four big fat boys must be very tiring for him..."
After hearing this, Qiuhua and Qiu Yantang fell silent. They knew about this, but they had not thought about it the way Zhang Shouquan thought.
"Maybe, probably, perhaps..."
Zhang Shouquan led them astray.
"Let's not talk about that. What I mean is, look, I'm quite happy every day now. It's meaningless to think about the living when I'm already dead."
Qiuhua's words are rough but his point is true, who can say it is not true?
"Qiuhua, you are quite conscious!"
The same goes for Qiu Yantang. After she traveled through time, she didn't miss her master at all. From another perspective, it seems that both of them are dead.
Who is thinking about whom?
"You have finished your dream, so start working hard from today!" Qiu Yantang went back to the house after saying that. Qiuhua had prepared breakfast for her, and she had to eat it quickly, otherwise it would get cold soon.
The dish is leftovers, but it is meat after all.
"Don't worry, little brother. You'll have a bright future if you follow our little ancestor!"
The little frog nodded, and it was happy to stay outside.
Just at this moment, Qiu Manzhi came over and saw that the yard door was open, so she walked straight in.
She was stunned looking at the potato floating in the air.
Zhang Shouquan was a little helpless. He didn't know what to do. Should he put the potatoes down?
"Ahhh! My dear! There's a ghost!"
Qiu Yantang came out with two large bowls of rice, each filled to the brim with rice on the bottom and chicken stewed with mushrooms on top.
She and Feng Sipo picked out all the dried potatoes yesterday.
"Manzhi, don't be afraid. The farmhand we hired is..."
The moment she saw Qiu Yantang, Qiu Manyi ran over. She was no longer so scared, and even felt a little curious.
She is quite receptive, having grown up listening to those stories.
"Little ancestor, you are so amazing!"
Qiu Yantang's mouth was covered with rice grains, and Qiu Manzhi kindly took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her, "Little ancestor, you have to pay attention to your image."
"My grandfather is also very powerful! Without outsiders, what's the point of image? Rice tastes better when eaten with big mouthfuls!" After Qiu Yantang finished speaking, he stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth. Today's chicken was easier to fall off the bones, and it was easy to eat too much.
Qiuhua also agreed with Qiu Yantang's words. Her image was worthless at this time!
Qiu Manzhi knew that Qiu Yantang's grandfather was very powerful, but she had only heard about it. She was still young at that time and had never seen him in person.
"My dear, every time we raise chickens, they are killed by yellow foxes just when they are about to be slaughtered. Why is that?"
Qiu Yantang sighed. She was tired and didn't want to move at all.
"Let me calculate." After saying that, Qiu Yantang closed his eyes and opened them again after about thirty seconds.
She looked at Qiu Manzhi helplessly and said, "Manzhi, did your father get his leg broken by a yellow-skinned guy after he became an adult?"
Qiu Manzhi's sparkling eyes widened even further. "So accurate! Little Ancestor, what's going on? How do we resolve this?"
"The one your father beat up was the child of your family guardian deity. Luckily, he's your own, and you can't take your father out on him, so he can only attack your chickens every year. Yellow foxes are the most vindictive."
Hearing Qiu Yantang's words, Qiu Manzhi opened her mouth wide. This was something she had never heard of before.
"Little Ancestor, what should I do? Should I ask my dad to apologize?"
She is being treated well at home, I don’t know if an apology will be enough.
"I'm going to break your leg. Do you agree to apologize?"
"That won't do! You have to treat me and compensate me."
"Oh! That's right."
Sometimes, there is not much difference between what animals and humans want.
Qiu Manzhi pondered for a long time. Treatment... should I go to a veterinarian? After so many years, there's no cure, right?
Compensation...it seems like her family doesn't have anything to offer as compensation.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to it some other day and discuss it."
After hearing Qiu Yantang's words, Qiu Manzhi looked at the small potato field where the ghost was still working hard, and nodded vigorously.
"Thank you, little ancestor. I will keep this a secret for you!" After saying that, he pointed in the direction of Zhang Shouquan.
Qiu Yantang didn't say anything. It didn't matter whether it was kept secret or not.
"By the way, Manzhi, what are you doing here?"
Only then did Qiu Manzhi come to her senses. Yes, she came to see the little ancestor for something!
"My dear, there are mushrooms growing on the mycelium over there in the mushroom house. Why don't you go and take a look?"
Mushroom house?
Who told you to name it like this? But Qiu Yantang thinks this name is not bad and quite interesting.
"Who came up with this name?"
"Ding Xiang's great ancestor gave it this name. Doesn't it sound pretty nice?"
Qiu Yantang nodded. This name was well chosen. "Ding Xiang is quite thoughtful. Let's go and take a look."
Qiuhua did not go with them. Zhang Shouquan's ability was average, and he needed to be taught more about farming. He was not very fast at digging potatoes.
But fortunately, he is still a hard-working guy.
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