The supernatural president is both milky and wolfish. He conquers his wife in his previous life

After Ji Wuchou married into the town, her whole family moved there.

I heard from others that she is very favored and has found a good backer.

Ji Siye also felt a little comforted for her own carefree letting go.

But just one year later, Ouyang Chuyan suddenly fell seriously ill and could not get up again.

He kept muttering to himself.

"Si Ye Er didn't marry Wu Chou, this is retribution~"

"I dreamed that my eldest sister blamed me for not saving her. Now the relatives in the underworld are blaming us and waiting for us to go down to the underworld to cause trouble for us."

Ji Jingxing said angrily, "Don't be so superstitious every day. Take good care of your body and save your energy for work."

In fact, I feel very uncomfortable inside.

There is no medicine for regret in the world, and there is no way to turn back time.

But even if he went back to the time of the famine, Ji Jingxing was not sure whether he would choose to take the risk to save other relatives.

At least now, I can see that the whole family can walk out of the cave alive.

It also proves that his original choice was correct.

If there must be retribution for the original decision.

I just hope that this retribution will be brought upon Ji Jingxing, and not harm other family members.

But no matter how sincerely Ji Jingxing hoped in his heart, Ouyang Chuyan would get better.

But things did not go as planned, and before long, she fell into eternal sleep peacefully.

Ouyang Chuyan's death dealt a heavy blow to Ji Jingxing.

He began to believe more and more in the theory of retribution and was afraid that it would affect his son.

So after waiting until the autumn harvest and harvesting all the grain, they stored it.

On a full moon night, he left a suicide note and followed Ouyang Chuyan.

Ji Jingxing wrote in his suicide note that he regretted not taking out the grain.

The villagers were not notified in advance to allow them to make preparations.

Otherwise, their village would not have ended up in such a state.

Ji Siye really wanted to refute, even if you took out the food at the beginning, that food could only solve the urgent problem and might not be able to help everyone survive the winter.

Even both of their families would not have survived to this day.

But now the person is dead, there is no point in saying anything.

In the end, Ji Siye was the only one left in the entire Lingfeng Village, and he became the real defender of the village.

As a result of people leaving or dying, only one person is left in Lingfeng Village.

It became what other people called an ominous village, and no one wanted to live there anymore.

Ji Siye cried for countless days and nights, and she also wanted to follow her parents.

But he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

I would often wander around the village at dawn or at night.

Looking for the happy memories of childhood, it seems that I can see their figures in them, still laughing and busy.

Ji Siye doesn't want to leave the village and no longer thinks about matters between men and women.

During the famine, he was terrified of the feeling of hunger.

Seeing that the fields in the village were overgrown with weeds, he came up with the idea of ​​growing crops in all the fields.

So Ji Siye took charge of all the farmland in the village and worked from dawn to dusk to plant.

He had experienced failure and got nothing, and he had also experienced sowing melons and reaping melons and sowing beans and reaping beans. Finally, his diligent sowing was rewarded, and he had bumper harvests every year.

After years of planting experience, he gradually mastered the rules of the seasons and wrote a book on farming experience.

Because he has been working hard all year round, he looks much older than his peers.

Unknowingly, he had accumulated a lot of food, enough for one person to eat in more than ten lifetimes.

In fact, he could have used the grain to exchange for gold, silver, and a big house, and live a life without worries about food and clothing from then on.

But he always felt that in the face of famine, gold and silver were meaningless and not as reliable as a hot meal.

People who are afraid of hunger will feel at ease when they are with food.

He has long been accustomed to living alone.

I also fell in love with the life of working from sunrise to sunset.

So I only occasionally took some food to the town to exchange for some daily necessities.

The rest of the food was stored in the cave where they had survived the famine.

Suddenly one day, when Ji Siye was exchanging supplies at a market, he heard someone say that more disaster victims were seen fleeing the famine.

I heard that this famine is more serious than the last one.

It is like adding new injuries before the old ones have healed, and this time the scope is wider.

Ji Siye wanted to make up for the regrets of his father before his death, so he prepared a house full of food, waiting for the refugees to come to him and provide them with food to tide them over the difficult times.

But unexpectedly, Fengling Village had fallen into disrepair for many years, so people fleeing famine thought it was a deserted village and simply passed by it.

There was a room full of food, but no one came to eat it.

After winter came, the temperature dropped suddenly and the weather became much colder.

Not long after, the first snow arrived.

On the day when the first snow fell, Ji Siye did not wait for the refugees, but waited for Ji Wuchou.

She looked at the room full of food bags with a look of surprise.

"I've heard that you've been farming in the village, but I didn't expect you to save it all and not exchange it for money."

"Money is something outside of one's body. You can't bring it with you when you are born and you can't take it with you when you die. Food is the most reliable thing."

Ji Wuchou was hesitant to speak, but when he saw Ji Siye's untidy beard and unkempt appearance, he swallowed the words of persuasion he wanted to say and instead spoke.

"Did you know that the victims have entered the city?"

Ji Siye nodded.

“As a wealthy family in the city, we have distributed porridge many times, but there are too many victims and we simply cannot provide relief to them all.

Those who didn’t get to eat the porridge thought that we had a lot of food and even wanted to rush into our house to steal it. Fortunately, the government officials suppressed them.

I don’t know when the disaster relief grain allocated by the court will arrive. The disaster-stricken area is too large, and I don’t know if it can be transported to our county smoothly.”

On the surface, this is just idle chat and complaining.

In fact, every sentence is an indirect attack.

Of course Ji Siye understood what she meant.

"You want to ask me for food?"

Ji Wuchou nodded with a look of shame on his face: "I know I am too embarrassed to come to see you. I promised to let you live a good life, but before you can enjoy the blessing, I didn't expect them to leave."

"Don't tell me this. Everyone has their own destiny."

Ji Wuchou thought Ji Siye didn't want to agree, so he spoke quickly.

"My father-in-law has already contacted a granary outside the city to transport the grain. It should be delivered by the New Year, and I will return the rice to you then."

"But I don't have any rice to lend you. What I have here are some rice grains, wheat ears, and some corn. They have been stored for a long time. I don't know if they are still edible."

"It doesn't matter. As long as there is food to eat, the disaster victims will be grateful to you. They won't complain about anything. They will just be grateful to you for helping them get through this difficult time."