It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

The busy harvesting was finally over, and Mo Wuming finally realized personally and profoundly what is meant by "sweat dripping into the soil".

Helping Second Brother Du to transport the rice from the last field home, Second Aunt Du hurriedly brought them sour plum soup chilled with well water, "Drink it quickly, go to heat it."

Mo Wuming was not polite either, he drank it all in one gulp, and his hot throat felt much more comfortable.

"Lunch is ready, Wuming must stay for dinner. You have really worked hard these few days."

Second brother Du also echoed, but he refused, so he had to accept that he didn't do much useful work, he didn't know anything, and at first he had to teach him from his second brother and sister-in-law, and because of unfamiliarity, the speed was extremely slow.

"Wu Ming, when will the matter between you and Lan Lan come to an end?" After dinner, Second Aunt Du didn't brush the dishes, and asked Mo Wuming anxiously.

"Ah!" She could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. In the past few days, Second Aunt Du's questioning has always been distracted by him.Today...Looking at the standing postures of Second Sister Du and Second Brother Du, it seemed that they couldn't escape.

"Sister-in-law, you can't delay Miss Li's future, sister-in-law, don't worry!" At the beginning of the sentence, Second Sister-in-law Du's eyebrows were sharp immediately, and Mo Wuming quickly comforted her, and when her emotions calmed down, she continued to declare.

"When I was young, my mother arranged a marriage for me. Later, they moved away from their hometown, and the contact decreased. Later, my family fell into trouble, and there was no news from the other side, so I thought it was over. A few days ago, I didn't get married. My wife’s cousin sent me a letter, it turned out that something happened to her family, and she was the only one left, temporarily taken in by her cousin, I plan to go find her.”

"Ah, let me tell you why you suddenly joined the caravan selection. You were struggling to survive before." Second Brother Du gave a strange cry, causing Second Aunt Du to stare at him.

What she wanted to say was interrupted by her own mouth, Second Aunt Du looked at Second Brother Du complicatedly and then at Mo Wuming, opened her mouth, sighed, and swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

Mo Wuming was serious, and after telling the story of his friendship with his fiancée upright, he wiped the sweat from his brow and returned home.Lying on the bed and thinking, too much caring is too much for him, he doesn't want to get married anymore.

----split line----

It has been seven days since Ren Jiaozhu left the customs, and the atmosphere in the Heimuya Great Hall was dull. Few of the congregants mentioned E Yong.

Fang Mian's injuries were not considered serious. He stood quietly at the back with downcast eyes, ignoring the small wind and waves in the hall, and was suddenly called back to God by Ren's order.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone looked at the scene in disbelief. Due to the coercion of the leader Ren, they did not dare to be too presumptuous, and whispered endlessly.

"Fang Mian, from today onwards, you will be the deputy leader of my Sun Moon God Sect, don't let me down!"

Ren Woxing looked at Fang Mian who was stunned with satisfaction, and spoke again.Everyone was dissatisfied, and the only one he could rely on was himself, the leader.

Fang Mian came back to his senses, did not refuse much, and proudly clasped his fists and said: "Yes, Fang Mian will live up to the expectations of the leader." He raised his eyes and saw the smile on the corner of the leader Ren's mouth, his face was radiant, and he thought again that E Yong was burned by fire the day before yesterday. The charred corpse, among them...

"Congratulations, Brother Fang. I always knew you were capable. The old man who is the leader of the sect has also seen your ability. He wants to train you as the successor of the cult."

Being slapped on the back by Tong Baixiong, Fang Mian helplessly looked at Big Brother Tong, chatting while walking.

---Dividing line---

Time flies and half a month later, the Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Minglan City is extremely lively, with discussions and shouts one after another.

"Wu Ming, what have you packed?"

Yanzi jumped into the house, the big guy was excited and nervous, they practiced for so long, and they are finally going out of the mountain, ahhh~

"Don't jump, be careful where you step..." Before he finished speaking, Yanzi tripped over a small bench, staggered a few steps forward, and used a difficult movement to avoid the embarrassment of having his face on the ground.

Mo Wuming was silent, Yanzi scratched his head foolishly after standing still, he was responsible for this room, "Hehe".

Putting aside this episode, Yanzi turned around and sat on the bunk, "Listen, everyone is so excited, you're the only one who doesn't make a sound all day long."

Picking up the fallen chair and stool, Mo Wuming continued to clean up the house without stopping. They will leave early tomorrow morning, and they will stay overnight today.

"What noise do you want?" Picking up the unwashed bottles and bowls, he echoed one after another.

If they don't tidy up, even if they can barely sleep, when they come back this time, the house probably won't be able to enter.

It's only been a long time, the room is much tidier, and there is a foothold, Yanzi jumped off the bed.

"Wu Ming, why are you so virtuous? If you belong to a girl's family, I will be the first to marry you."

"Fuck you, old man is not the reason for you not to pay attention to hygiene."

God is so virtuous, talking about civilization and fostering a new style is the quality that every good son and daughter of China should have.Mo Wuming rolled his eyes silently, he didn't bother to care about this donkey anymore.

"Hey, those, let these people throw away what should be thrown away, wash what should be washed, and pack them up, so that they won't be able to live in the house when they come back this trip."

"Let them claim their own things, you supervise." Pressing Yanzi's yelling voice, Mo Wuming packed up and stepped out of the room, he wanted to find a quieter place to stay.

"Hey~ I'll go," Yanzi looked around, resigned to his fate to find other unlucky roommates.

Mo Wuming is usually easy to talk, but sometimes he doesn't want to talk... shaking goose bumps all over his body, there is always a pain in his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

---Dividing line---

At five o'clock, a group of 30 people got up one after another. This trip to the southwest to the land of Bashu is not far away. It is planned to go back and forth in 12 days. It should be a journey of experience for them!

Before going out, Mo Wuming used to pack up his supplies and make a plan.This time, I only got a rough understanding of the itinerary, sighed, and got up with everyone.

Master Wu's name is Zhu Cangqiong, this time he is leading the team, and there is also a young accountant who has never seen it before, and they don't know what is in the box, they just need to follow the command and act.

"What are you looking at?" Yanzi yawned and leaned on the frame, following Mo Wuming's line of sight.

It was early dawn, and they couldn't see clearly what was a little further away. They vaguely looked like a martial arts master teaching them homework, and a young man dressed as a scholar.

Mo Wuming came back to his senses, "It's nothing, just wake up, we're leaving now."

Master Wu yelled at the caravan to set off, and the caravan began to move. Mo Wuming walked beside him, and then glanced at the young accountant who looked like a scholar.

Seeing that his figure was very similar to that of Brother Fang, he turned around and just met the person looking at him, and smiled.Mo Wuming also nodded politely, turned his gaze back, and looked completely different from the front.

---Dividing line---

In a spacious and beautiful courtyard on the back mountain of Heimuya, Fang Mian is practicing sword.

Since that day when he was promoted to be the deputy leader, he has the qualifications to own an independent courtyard.He chose this relatively quiet courtyard not too far from the main hall as his mansion from a large number of magnificent, beautiful or rich courtyards.

When the evening wind suddenly picked up, willows fluttered by the pool, swords rose and fell, and fallen leaves fluttered.

As soon as A saw Master Jianxie, he presented a scarf, "Master, the Tong Hall Master is here, and he is in the gazebo."

"Yeah", handed the long sword and handkerchief to Jia Yi, "I'll go over now and serve a jug of good wine."

As soon as Tong Baixiong sat down, a servant girl brought snacks and other food, curling her lips, the little girl ate everything.

Continuing to look around, he saw Brother Fang's competent subordinate, waved his hand and said, "Hey, Jia Qing, where is Brother Fang?"

Jia Qing, Jia Yi, poured a cup of wine without any haste, put it in front of Tong Baixiong, and said: "Don't worry, Master Tong, the master is practicing swords in the back mountain, come here soon."

"Hey, this wine is good, strong enough." Tong Baixiong drank it down, stopped Jia Yi who was dawdling, and poured another cup by himself.

"Master's collection is specially given to Hall Master Tong."

"Hahaha, good wine is good wine, or Brother Fang understands me, so get a bigger bowl."

Fang Mian changed his clothes, went straight to the gazebo, and saw Brother Tong drinking happily all by himself.

"I see that Brother Tong is drinking very happily. I still have some in the cellar, and I will send it to you later." Fang Mian lifted his hem and sat opposite Tong Baixiong.

"Now, I'll drink with Brother Tong, come on, do it." He poured a bowl of wine and drank it up.

"Okay, good job, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes should drink like this, you should use a big bowl for drinking, and that small wine cup will grind you to death."

Tong Baixiong laughed loudly, raised his bowl and toasted Fang Mian.After finishing the drink, he put down the bowl, stroked his messy beard, and gave Fang Mian a thumbs up.

"Brother Fang's wine is better, it tastes good."

Fang Mian bent his eyes, smiled and shook his head: "As long as Brother Tong likes it, I just drink too much."

"Okay, the whole religion, I like drinking with you the most, happy."

After eating another bowl, Tong Baixiong looked at Fang Mian and shook a little: "Brother Fang, your beard has grown again, you still look good with a big beard, man. So what, you shaved your beard when you came back from the task, Sang Sanniang also said that you look good, tsk tsk, it's better to have a beard, hiccup, man."

Fang Mian's hand holding the bowl paused slightly, Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, the wine sloshed, and his uneven beard was blurred.

"Brother Tong is looking for me this time, what's the matter?" He drank the fine wine in the bowl, put the wine bowl on the stone table, and stopped drinking.

"Oh, oh, there is something wrong," Tong Baixiong said in a drawn-out voice, "What's the matter? Ah, I recently received a mission and will be away from teaching for two or three months, so I'm here to say goodbye. Brother Fang, you take care of me." .”

"En", Fang Mian nodded, he knew that there was such a thing, but he didn't expect it to happen to Brother Tong, but it was just to listen to the movements of various factions in the world, so it was not dangerous.

Seeing Big Brother Tong drunk lying on the stone table, Fang Mian was a little helpless, "Come here, send Hall Master Tong back to the mansion, and bring the newly brewed wine from the wine cellar to the mansion."