novelden Chapter 752: Don’t you want to die?
Chapter 752: Don’t you want to die?
Chapter 752: Don’t you want to die?
I……
Qian Cheng looked embarrassed, his face flushed, and his eyes were filled with anger and shame.
This was the first time in his life that someone had humiliated him in such a way.
I want to say something harsh back.
But suddenly I found that I couldn't find the right words.
He was stunned for a moment, and then the scene in the prison came to his mind.
Ye Changqing specifically told him that since he disliked the bad luck in prison, he should not follow him in and should just stand guard at the door.
Looking back now, it seems that the latter part of the sentence was deliberately emphasized. And yet he still followed in.
Thinking of Chen Dongliang being beaten to death, he suddenly realized that that might be his end as well.
死~
Words that he never thought would be related to him almost happened to him.
He was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back.
Looking at Ye Changqing's face full of anger, he said with some guilt: "I...I was wrong...If we met someone who didn't care about your identity, the three of us might all die.
I now know I was wrong.”
In the face of death, even if he was extremely proud, he had to bow his head at this moment.
Ye Changqing was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to curse a few more times, but when he saw him admit his mistake, he couldn't say any more.
But the thought of letting such a person assist him might make him die without knowing how.
After thinking for a while, he said, "You...go back to Songjiang."
Qian Cheng was a little surprised to see Ye Changqing no longer blaming him: "Okay, let's go back to Songjiang, let's go back to Songjiang right away."
As he spoke, he pressed the start button of the car.
Buzz~
The engine starts.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and used the other to shift gears. When he grabbed the ball, he suddenly froze.
Then he slowly turned around and looked at Ye Changqing doubtfully: "You mean... you want me to go back to Songjiang?"
Ye Changqing's eyes showed a trace of regret. Cheng Liangpeng had helped him a lot during this period. It wasn't that he didn't give him face, but the person in front of him really couldn't cooperate. "Yes, go back to Songjiang to find your master."
Qian Cheng was stunned again. Ye Changqing was trying to drive him away. He had once thought he was a master and had looked down upon Ye Changqing, but in the end, he was defeated in one encounter.
He thought he had a very high IQ, but he kept hitting a wall.
He even felt that Ye Changqing was not worthy of being the leader of the Zanlong people, and he was more suitable.
Unexpectedly, he was not even qualified to be Ye Changqing's assistant.
For a moment, it felt like I had fallen from the top of a thousand-foot-high mountain into a bottomless abyss.
The huge gap suddenly felt unreal, like a dream.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other hand on the ball block, staring blankly.
After a long time, he suddenly turned around and said to Ye Changqing with a serious face: "I know I was wrong, give me a chance.
Give me a real chance to be an assistant.
If I make the same mistake again, I will leave on my own. You don’t have to chase me away.
Ye Changqing's expression was complicated. He knew how terrifying his master's identity was. Even a powerful figure like Ma Hengdao would be respectful when mentioning his master.
But he was still forced to hide his identity and even though he had ambitions higher than the sky, he could only lie dormant.
He knew how dangerous the future was.
He pondered for a long time, and suddenly fixed his eyes on Qian Cheng, and said solemnly: "You know what I do. Every step I take forward may lead to an abyss and eternal damnation.
If I give you a chance, I'll give you my life.
Are you sure you want this opportunity?"
Qian Cheng's eyes were burning: "I want this opportunity. From now on, I will treat everything as a life-or-death decision.
I will take everything as seriously as my life. Please give me a chance."
Ye Changqing was a little surprised. He didn't know why he was so obsessed with this. Thinking back to how long Cheng Liangpeng had been cleaning up the mess for him, he sent Leng Yue to protect her family.
I feel that some things cannot be done too decisively.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance.
Only one chance.
One mistake and you’re gone!”
Qian Cheng's expression was serious: "Okay, I will seize this opportunity."
Ye Changqing nodded: "Okay, now let's go to Majia Village, Songta Town, Dafeng District, Jiangkou City."
The mission this time is to go to Majia Village to find Ma Xiangfu.
In the course of historical inheritance, the era of a hundred schools of thought was only a flash in the pan and then quickly faded away.
Many sects have also disappeared in the long river of history. The factions that have been able to pass on their traditions, even if they have declined, are definitely miracles.
For example, the fact that the Nong Men have not yet become extinct is a great miracle.
Among farmers, one of the most important traditions is growing food.
In every era, the Ma family has always held the record for wheat yield per mu.
More than two thousand years have passed, and the Ma family is still at the top.
According to the data, the 928.5th generation of Fumai cultivated by the Ma family once achieved an output of kilograms per mu.
Hundreds of new agricultural scientists are added every year, with tens of millions and billions of dollars invested in scientific research, but this record has never been surpassed.
His mission is to find Ma Xiangfu and ensure that the Ma family's wheat-growing technology is passed on.
The sun seemed to harbor endless hatred for the earth, trying hard to cast its scorching heat on the earth, as if to burn to death all life on the earth.
Looking out the car window at the fields outside, the space three or four meters above the fields seemed to be distorted.
The air conditioner in the car was turned to the maximum setting and it felt quite cool.
Ye Changqing felt a kind of radiant heat coming from the glass. He thought he was wrong and reached out to touch the car window glass.
My palm just touched the glass.
He suddenly retracted his hand and subconsciously exclaimed: "Fuck, it's so hot?"
Qian Cheng smiled and said, "It's so hot out here, frying eggs on the street, how can it not be hot?"
Ye Changqing couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, we have air conditioning now, otherwise people would not be able to survive..."
He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, looking out the window as if he had seen something incredible, and forgot to speak.
Qian Cheng saw Ye Changqing's reaction in the rearview mirror, slowed down the car, and looked in the direction Ye Changqing was looking.
squeak~
He subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
After the car stopped, he looked at the ditch on the left side of the road and exclaimed, "Wow, there are people still working there. Are they trying to save themselves?"
Ye Changqing's eyes seemed to be welded to that person, and did not move for a long time.
He was an old man, who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with sparse white hair on his head. His forehead shone brightly in the sunlight.
He was bending over and cutting mugwort with a sickle.
The old man moved very slowly, one by one, like a slow-motion movie. He stared intently, his heart feeling like it was being stabbed by something.
He is a farmer, but all the land in Shajing Village has been sold and he has not farmed for many years.
The experience of doing farm work under the scorching sun remains in my memory from ten years ago. Even ten years ago, the weather was not so hot and the sun was not so scorching.
At that time, when working, we had to avoid the hottest time period from 11 am to 4 pm.
There are still people doing farm work under the scorching sun.
And he is an old man.
He was watching, when suddenly the old man stopped and then his body slowly fell down!