The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 1497: Endless Wasteland

What did the three of them owe Wan Lianxing in their previous life? That they had to do hard labor at his command in this life? Thinking of this, Shang Xi sighed deeply in her heart.

The rope of fate seemed to be in the hands of someone else. The more the family of three struggled, the tighter the rope that bound them became. She was a young and promising person from the future, and since she was being held in such a hand and was helpless, she could resist. But her son was in someone else's hands, what could she do?

Shang Xi thought that Wan Lianxing was sure that she and Cheng Feng would not resist, but Fengqi had so many state affairs piling up that Wan Lianxing had no time to keep an eye on their family of three. He couldn't focus on governing the country, so governing their family of three was considered a skill!

Along the way, Shang Xi cursed Wan Lianxing in his heart for being cunning and immoral, and for not being worthy of being his uncle.

On such a hot day with the scorching sun, one must have such a vicious heart to force their family of three to reclaim wasteland outside the city.

The sultry air burned everyone like tongues of fire, making people feel suffocated.

As soon as he left the city, Shang Xi saw Cheng Youning's small figure busy on his land. He was like a poor little spinning top, fertilizing his land without touching the ground, and it was farmyard manure, which was very smelly.

Standing at the edge of the field, Shang Xi could feel the dizzying stench irritating her nasal cavity. She hadn't slept enough and hadn't eaten or drunk anything. She wanted to vomit, but her stomach was empty and she had no strength.

Qiao Rong said a few words in Cheng Youning's ear, and Cheng Youning looked in the direction of Cheng Feng and Shang Xi.

Cheng Youning lifted his hat in surprise, then shouted to the people at the edge of the field, "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

Cheng Feng moved the hoe in his hand, and the meaning was self-evident: they were here to reclaim wasteland.

Cheng Youning's face changed in shock. "Daddy, Mommy, I don't need any help here. Grandpa will punish me if he knows. I don't want to cause any more trouble. I just want to finish these tasks as soon as possible."

Cheng Feng felt a little guilty. He was such a grown-up, but not only did he not help Cheng Youning, he almost got Cheng Youning into trouble. "Son, your mother and I are not here to help you."

"Oh? Then why are you carrying two hoes?" The hoe was brand new, black with a silver sheen, as if it was newly made and had never been used.

"Well...your grandfather showed his love to daddy and gave him ten acres of land." Cheng Feng was too embarrassed to speak. How could he have ended up with the same land as his own son?

"Ah?" Cheng Youning's face changed in shock. "Could it be that you and my mother helped me reclaim wasteland last night and Grandpa found out?"

The one who was shocked was Cheng Feng. He was completely frozen, his expression changing from bright to dark. "Son, how did you know your mother and I were here last night?"

Cheng Youning said helplessly, "Did Dad come here with such fanfare last night?"

"How could I possibly make such a big fuss? Daddy came here secretly because he was afraid of causing trouble for you. Your mother and I left home at midnight and helped you reclaim over an acre of wasteland without anyone noticing. Daddy thought this was a perfect plan and no one should know about it. How did you know, son?"

Cheng Youning curled his lips and was speechless. How did his father's so-called stealth become known to everyone?

"Son, please speak up. How did you know? Who told you?"

"Dad, everyone outside the city knows about this. It's no longer a secret. You've done a terrible job of keeping it a secret. No wonder Grandfather rewarded you with ten acres of land. Oh!"

Cheng Youning was worried because he hadn't even managed to cultivate his own ten acres of land yet. His father followed suit and obtained ten acres of land from his grandfather with his own strong ability. Cheng Youning was really afraid that from now on, the three of them would have endless wasteland to reclaim and endless fields to plant.

"You know everything?" Cheng Feng looked around. "Whose mouth is so loose? What about those little brats? Do they want to keep the secret? They are so loose-lipped that they leaked my secret at dawn. How can I trust them in the future?"

Cheng Youning sighed and shook his head, "Dad, you promised to buy them roast chicken? Those little brats have looser mouths than an old lady's trouser waist. Only Dad believes them."

Cheng Feng looked around and didn't see those children, so he had to give up. Even if he saw those children, Cheng Feng would not do anything to them. They were not bad people, they just couldn't help others keep secrets. As for the roast chicken, as long as Yuhua bought it, he would give it to them. He was not a petty person. Reclaiming ten acres of wasteland was very difficult for Cheng Youning, but for him, it was not a big deal.

"Son, this time daddy will be your neighbor."

"Where is Daddy's land?"

"The ten acres to the north of your field belong to Daddy, son. Are you applying fertilizer to the ground?"

Cheng Youning kicked the shovel stuck in the ground and said, "This is the first cart. I have to push two more carts later. By the way, Daddy, your land needs manure too. Do you want to go dig manure with me later?"

"Thanks to your grandfather's kindness, Daddy just needs to behave himself and not have to dig out manure."

"Without manure, the soil will not be fertile." Cheng Youning talked about the importance of manure like a little adult.

"Where can we get so much manure? We have so much land at home that's covered with wood ash, and the land is still very fertile."

"Then why did Song Tingzhi ask me to dig out manure? Was he trying to trick me?"

"Son, what's the reason for this? It was all ordered by your little grandfather. It has nothing to do with Song Tizhi. He was just following your little grandfather's orders. Your little grandfather is the mastermind."

Cheng Youning threw the shovel to the ground angrily.

Cheng Feng scolded him: "Pick it up. You always lose your temper and throw things. Who gave you this bad habit?"

Cheng Youning bent down and picked up the shovel again, resigning himself to his fate and silently applying fertilizer to the ground.

Cheng Feng looked at Cheng Youning's stubborn look and felt sorry for him. "Don't be discouraged, son. This job can be done in three to five days. If you get tired, daddy will help you."

Cheng Youning turned sideways to prevent Cheng Feng from snatching his shovel or touching him.

"Why are you throwing a tantrum? Aren't you happy that Daddy is helping you?"

"No."

Cheng Feng held onto the unhappy Cheng Youning and helped him adjust his hat. "Son, you can't be so petty. You're not happy working. Our family is rich, and your grandfather is the emperor. If you were still living with me and your mother in North City, and our family of three were among the refugees right now, we might have to beg for food all the way."