Chapter 214

At night.

Yi Zhonghai went home.

He took out a bottle of liquor and a glass, without any side dishes, poured a glass, tilted his head back, and downed it in one go, drinking three glasses in a row!

"Dear, don't drink so fast; I'll stir-fry some dishes for you; drinking on an empty stomach hurts the stomach!"

Yi Dama held Yi Zhonghai's hand.

"Stop nagging, I can't eat even if you stir-fry dishes; I just want to drink some liquor."

Yi Zhonghai pushed Yi Dama's hand away.

"What's bothering you again?"

"Tell me about it; saying it out loud will make you feel better."

Yi Dama sighed.

She could probably guess that nine times out of ten, it had to do with Wan Ping'an.

"Sigh, when I came back just now, I heard people on the street discussing that Wan Ping'an grew golden rice with a yield of eighteen hundred catties per mu."

"They say his merit is boundless."

"They say he..."

Yi Zhonghai began to pour out his bitterness.

The more people praised Wan Ping'an, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Eventually.

Yi Zhonghai got drunk.

He didn't even eat dinner and was helped to bed by Yi Dama.

The next morning.

Wan Ping'an and Qin Huairu came to the six acres of land together.