Everyone else has traveled through time and space and been reborn, but I, the native cannon fodder

On August [-]th, there is the fragrance of osmanthus. There are two osmanthus trees planted in Mojia Village. One has golden flowers and the other has white flowers. When the wind blows, the whole air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

The wealthier families in the village would pick osmanthus flowers to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and the families living a normal life would also pick osmanthus flowers and make them into wine and water to drink.

Yellow is everywhere, and the faces of every household are filled with the joy of a good harvest.

The corn in the field is ripe, and the team leader organized the manpower and began to break the corn. The children also like to join in the fun with the adults, because there will be sweet corn stalks in the field, which are their few snacks all year round.

The sweet juice puts a smile on the face of every busy child. Even the spit out residue will not be wasted. It is collected specially and can be used to ignite the fire after drying.

In addition to eating sweet corn stalks, sometimes if you are lucky, you can catch grasshoppers and roast them on the fire. Your stomach will be full of fragrant yellow. It is a very favorite snack for children.

"I heard you're leaving?"

The captain wiped the sweat from his face and sat down next to Mo Wangshi during the break.

"Yes, we will leave tomorrow."

Mo Wangshi looked at Mo Wangzhong, who was catching fish and eating corn stalks in the cornfield, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and calmly looked away. Looking at the green rice in the field, his heart felt calmer than ever before.

"Brother Wei, please take care of my family more in the future. Thank you very much."

"Everything you say is from the folks in the village..."

Wei Chengming was also very sad. He originally thought that Mo Wangshi's arrival would bring changes in his life in the workplace, but he didn't expect that Mo Wangshi would only stay in Mojiacun briefly.

I said goodbye, but I didn't expect that the departure would come so quickly.

The Mo family knew that Mo Wangshi was leaving, and they were very reluctant to leave. The family had a lively farewell dinner, and Mo Wangshi left early the next day.

Also leaving with him was Wang Zheng, who lived in the cowshed.

The people in the village discussed it for a while and then put it aside. Life is not like this. Some people come and some go. If something happens, something new will happen again.

Time always takes away a lot of things and brings a lot of things.

Mo Erya felt that it was normal for Mo Wangshi to leave, but she was a little curious as to why Grandpa Wang and his family also followed. However, she hesitated for a moment, then put it aside and continued to toss with her weapons.

This is her first time designing a weapon. Whether it is conception, drawing or final product, she is thinking about it herself, which makes her motivated every day.

Mo Wuwa didn't know what it was like to be sad. After finishing her homework every day, she would go shopping all over the mountains and plains with her friends in the village. Mo Yao felt sad for several days, but she knew that her father had gone on a mission, so she was even more worried about his safety. I pray silently in my heart every day, hoping that everything will be fine for my father.

Shen Jing was very happy, smiling every day. The only thing that made her a little unhappy was that Mo Wangshi left this time without taking her and Mo Yao with him.

But she can wait. She believes that it is only a matter of time before she leaves Mojiacun, and the future is promising...

If she hadn't discovered that there was still a letter to what Mo Wangshi left for her, she would have felt that everything was exactly the same as what she had imagined when she was reborn.

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"Sister, my hand hurts, I want to rest."

After Mo Wuwa finished speaking, Zhang Huihui got a big blow, "You want to rest, I still want to rest, don't be lazy, apply it quickly, and go to bed after applying it!"

"Ugh...I've been wiping it off all day, and I don't want to do it anymore..."

Mo Wuwa was in so much pain that it felt like his hand was no longer his own. Mo Erya took the corn from his hand and said, "Then take a rest first and wipe it off later."

What is more painful than breaking the corn is to wipe the corn, dry it after drying, and harvest it after drying. This job is really endless.

The people in the village gathered on the dam. Those who wiped the corn, collected the corn kernels, and packed the corn were busy for two or three days before they finished wiping the corn in the team.

For this reason, the young and middle-aged people in the village worked in groups of three every night and were arranged to be on duty, in order to guard the food and prevent those bad elements from taking advantage of it.

After finally waiting for it to dry in the sun and handing over the public grain to the warehouse, the rice in the field was ripe again, and it was time to harvest rice again.

Zhang Huihui and Mo Wangzhong were numb. They hugged each other and cried, "Oh my God, this life is not over yet."

"Master, look, look, I've been exposed to the sun recently. When I go back to my parents' home, my family doesn't recognize me anymore. I thought I had a piece of black coal from somewhere. Ugh..."

Mo Erya, who was watching from the sidelines:...

Mo Wuwa on the side:...

The two siblings looked at each other, Mo Erya gave Mo Wuwa a quick look, but as soon as she took a step, she was caught by Zhang Huihui, who hugged Mo Erya and cried with snot and tears, " Erya, please grow up quickly so that you can take your dad and me to the city to enjoy our lives. Your dad and I can't even do this farm work for a day!"

The flowers are the same every year, and the cry is the same thing every year.