Those years when I made five scumbags cry

The sorghum field was very quiet, and after waiting for a while, two people walked out, it was Chu Yunfei and Xiao Lu.

The clothes on the two of them were also tidied up, and they came out only after hearing that there was no movement outside, and it turned out that there was no one there, and the sky was completely dark at this moment.

Standing on the edge of the field, the future co-lord of the world and his uncle looked at each other and felt a twitch in their hearts. They just felt that this experience was really inexplicable and funny.

The sorghum field behind him rustled in the night wind. Xiao Lu turned his head, looked at the endless crops, and said in a low voice, "This place will be harvested soon, and then it will become an open space, right?"

Chu Yunfei gave a "hmm" and said, "When sorghum is harvested, it is different from rice and barley. After harvesting, this area will be wiped out."

His fingertips lit up with a blue gleam, and spiritual power flowed to draw a sword symbol in the air.

The breath of the sword talisman alarmed Xiao Lu, he withdrew his thoughts and looked at the young man beside him: "Ah Heng?"

Chu Yunfei didn't speak, and when the sword talisman on his fingertips took shape, he softly shouted: "Go!"

The sword symbol spun out, bypassed Xiao Lu, and flew towards the sorghum field behind them.

The sword amulet flew far away, emitting a bluish light in the dark, no one else noticed, and when it flew into the air, it suddenly dispersed and turned into countless light spots, evenly scattered in the sorghum field.

Xiao Lv waited for a while, but he couldn't help feeling puzzled when he saw that the sorghum hadn't changed in any way.

Chu Yunfei said, "Look carefully."

Then with a slap, the wind blows away the sorghum in front of them, revealing the path they just walked and the place where they lay.

I saw that the fallen sorghum stood upright again, as if no one had messed around on it.

He slapped his palm in another direction, and saw that the sorghum on the other side had returned to its original shape where the little lovers had rolled over.

Xiao Lu: "..."

Chu Yunfei withdrew his right hand and said, "It's just a small spell."

This is the only one of Kunlun's spells that can be linked to time. They really don't have much research on this aspect.

This spell can only reverse the time on the dead things a little bit, so he reversed the time in the sorghum field to before they were messing around in it, so the sorghum stood up again, and it was back to order look.

As soon as he explained, Xiao Lu realized what he had done and couldn't help laughing.

His laughter echoed over the sorghum field for a moment, Chu Yunfei heard him say: "You, you, if you do this, they will definitely think they have seen a ghost when they come back tomorrow."

Chu Yunfei said nonchalantly: "It's good enough not to catch them out, let them scare themselves for a few days."

He paused as he spoke.After a few seconds, Xiao Lu heard his uncle Guo said: "And there is nothing to be afraid of ghosts. As long as you are righteous, evil will not invade you. And people are going to die anyway, and they will turn into ghosts when they die. Get used to it in advance. Is it not good?"

It's just a set of nonsense.

Xiao Lu shook his head with a smile, not intending to argue with him anymore, he just said: "Let's go, let's go back."

Chu Yunfei nodded, and the two of them walked all the way back to the city from outside the city under the moonlight. When they returned to Washington, they naturally took a bath again without mentioning it.

After that, Xiao Lu left without seeing the grand harvest of sorghum in the city for a few days.

So after the spell took effect, Chu Yunfei had no one to share with him when he heard the news that the soldier who had been in the sorghum field fell ill from fright.

At the dinner table, Hua Jun, who had returned from Taixue, told his parents about it with excitement, saying that the soldier was talking nonsense when he had a fever, and that he had seen the sorghum collapsed, but he was so angry. After returning to the original state, the boss just laughed it off, saying how could there be so many ghosts.

After a few more days, the sorghum was fully mature.

The further north the King Li's fiefdom goes, the later the sorghum matures.Their wasteland has been reclaimed far away, as long as there is wasteland in the entire Liwang fief, sorghum has been planted this season.

Every [-] miles to the north, the harvest time will be pushed back by one day, so Chu Yunfei walked all the way, and he has enough time to see how the sorghum grows in various places.

After more than a year of planting, everyone has enough knowledge of this crop.When it's harvest time, everyone wears long shirts and trousers to avoid being cut.

Harvesting sorghum is not like harvesting wheat and rice. The tool used is a hoe to dig the sorghum out of the soil and then trim the ears.After being loaded on a cart and transported home, the skins on the ears and stems have to be removed, and finally the grains on the ears have to be knocked off.

Throughout the autumn harvest season, King Li's fief was full of heat.

The common people have heard from the government that sorghum has many uses. Its ears can be used to make brooms, its stalks can be burned, and it can also be used to build houses, and one acre of sorghum is very productive.

Chu Yunfei has calculated that although the current yield per mu has not reached the peak of [-] kilograms due to conditions, the yield per mu can still reach about [-] to [-] kilograms.

This number was simply unheard of. The entire Liwang fief had a bumper harvest of sorghum. After they harvested, the originally fiery sorghum fields were left with bare ground and pits.

Chu Yunfei took a look around and confirmed that the output had met his expectations. Huaxiu was also very happy when he wrote the report to the above. It really changed from the place with the most food shortage to the place with the most food.

After the grain was stored in the warehouse, everyone ate the first meal made of sorghum rice. The people finally felt at ease when the rice was in their mouths. Coupled with the harvest of wheat planted this spring, they could finally Let's have a year in which there will be no shortage of food.

After that, Chu Yunfei started to make wine.

He built a huge wine cellar, soaked [-] jin of sorghum for a day, took it out, put it inside and steamed it continuously.

Many people came to watch. It's not that the common people have never brewed wine, but they have never seen such a wasteful wine brewing like Hua Heng's, with six hundred catties of grain in one go.

In this small courtyard full of people, Huaxiu also came, looked at his son and asked, "How long will this steaming take?"

Chu Yunfei said: "Steam until SAIC."

Hua Xiu didn't know what SAIC meant at all, he just looked at the lady next to him, and she said, "You don't know anything, so don't ask, just read it."

Chu Yunfei was overjoyed, and continued to stare at this place. When it was almost done, he asked someone to cover the pot and start steaming.

After covering the pot, Prefect Hua watched for a while.

During this period of time, Chu Yunfei just sat on the rocking chair and swayed from time to time without any other movements, and the others didn't see anything interesting, so they dispersed one after another and went to do their own things.

Sitting next to his son, Huaxiu watched eagerly for a long time, and asked from time to time, "What's going to happen next?"

Mrs. Hua felt that he was annoying, and said, "Go back and do your own business."

Huaxiu could only stand up and leave in embarrassment.

When it was almost time, Chu Yunfei personally set up the pot, sprinkled water, turned it over, and steamed it again. When the sorghum inside was all steamed, it was already noon.

Chu Yunfei ordered someone to take the dustpan, spread all the steamed sorghum into the dustpan, and put it in a cool place to wait for it to cool.

At this moment, Mrs. Hua saw that he was fine by himself, so she also left, so the elder brother brought a fresh breeze in the yard, and quickly blew the sorghum thoroughly.

After the first day, others didn't pay much attention to his movements.

Huaxiu only wondered if his son could make the wine. Although six hundred catties of grain was not much for their total harvest, it was still grain.

After more than ten days, the aroma of wine began to waft here.

Others passed by and smelled the aroma of wine brewing from behind the courtyard wall, and they all asked, "What's the smell?"

This is still the wine from the first pot. Because of the improved mixed steaming process, it is extraordinarily mellow.

Chu Yunfei asked people to take the sorghum slag out of the pot, and then repeated the previous process of cooking, cooling, fermenting, turning bad, and secondary distillation.

The second wine that comes out has no sorghum odor, is more fragrant and purer, and is often called Erguotou.

When the first serving of wine came out, Prefect Hua couldn't hold back anymore, and finally ran over and asked happily, "Is the wine steamed out, Heng'er?"

Mrs. Hua who came with him stood in the courtyard and said, "It smells so good."

Chu Yunfei said: "It's brewed." After the wine was finished, only a part of the dregs was left to make the dregs, and the rest of the big guys were taken away to feed the animals.

He looked at the two of them and said, "Just pack up the wine and seal it in the cellar. When the lord returns triumphantly, the whole city will be able to drink it."

Huaxiu rubbed his hands and said expectantly: "Then can we have a taste first?"

Chu Yunfei held a small pot in his hand, shook it at him, and said, "Of course, more than 600 catties of grain can produce a lot of wine."

Huaxiu was very happy when he heard this, and directly asked the boy to move the wine jar.

Chu Yunfei looked at Mrs. Hua at the side, and said to her: "Mother, watch him order, don't let him drink too much." Then he left with the newly brewed wine in his jug.

Back in the small thatched hut outside the city, Chu Yunfei looked at the empty ground outside. It had already been harvested and there was nothing left in the field, but it did not prevent him from remembering what happened before the harvest.

He was dressed in white clothes, with loose hair and lay down on the bed in his thatched cottage, then drank wine, thinking that he would be free for a while after that.

He used to stay in the fields like a farmer every day, or he was brewing rice wine and breeding, which is different from the original painting style, and now he has finally returned to being a happy fairy.

Chu Yunfei remembered that Xiao Lu said before he left that he had already passed, why he hadn't written yet.

However, after thinking about it, there was no record of Huaheng's character in history, so he said to Xiao Lu: "My lord, you can choose whatever character you want for me."

The last time he called Shang Can't afford it, it was indeed enough to not afford to hurt him.

Xiao Lu promised at that time that he would give him a good name when he came back.

There is no other business left, except for hunting, just waiting for winter, Chu Yunfei taught everyone the recipe of wine making, and every family started to make wine by themselves when they had surplus food.

The frontline continued to fight, but the main forces of both sides had not formally contacted, so no one was particularly worried.

Chu Yunfei carried his flagon all day long and lay down comfortably in this thatched hut for a whole day, using his sky-peeping technique to see how his younger sister Hua Xiao was doing, and occasionally thinking about the future.

According to the development of history, he doesn't know whether he will return to his own world or what after his soul disappears.

In his mind, this is simply a paradox. If he does not develop according to common sense, then there will be no correct 300 years later.

If he is really out of his mind here, then he will not be able to go back more than 300 years, and he will still fall short.

He took a sip of the wine he had brewed, and thought that it had been almost two years. Is it time for Di Yan to break through?

It didn't take long to get a little drunk, so he put the flagon aside and fell asleep on the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind blew into the hut, waking him up from his sleep.

Chu Yunfei opened his eyes, and saw a person standing by the door, wearing a familiar silver armor, holding his silver dragon gun in his hand, without a mask on his face.

Chu Yunfei was lying on the bed and was not fully awake. He didn't know whether it was reality or a dream, so he called out to him in confusion: "Di Yan?"

The impeccably handsome general in silver armor walked in, with regret in his gentle eyes, and said, "I'm leaving, Hua Xiao."

Seeing him standing by the bed, Chu Yunfei looked at himself seriously for a long time, and then heard him say, "Take care."