Chapter 31: 35 more fights

In the days when the osmanthus bloomed in August, Xiaoqingshan's earliest batch of paddy fields planted with new rice seeds, a bunch of rice bent down by grain-filled ears of rice, seemed to symbolize the joy of a good harvest. Within half a month, these millet grains returned to the warehouse, filling the stomachs of farmers who had been hungry for decades.
However, not everyone is happy. Some people have old faces that are longer than donkeys, and their eyes run away without saying anything.
"What a good harvest!"
The infamous relied on the old wealthy man in the village of Hezhuang, Wang Decai, was looking at the golden rice paddies in front of him, his eyes glowed with greedy green, but his brows frowned, and a cigarette bag was in his mouth. I don't know what the idea is.
"Dad, this year's mud legs can also eat delicious rice, it, even our family can't bear to eat it every day, I'm 呸!"
The eldest son of the landlord's family, Wang Bingyin, took a sip, kicked two stones beside Tianya, and the stones flew into the field, dropping a lot of rice, but he did not relieve his grievance, and hugged a bigger stone into it. Clap your hands and hate: "Let you eat, I let you eat!"
Wang Laocai, a well-thought-out man, was smoking dry smoke while thinking about the things that have become more and more strange in the past two years. First, he came to a stranger somehow, and then he set foot in Lishuping and set up a factory. , And then actually became the leader of the people's league! The wings are getting stronger day by day. He is a rich man, but he can't help it.
The wicked dogs in Yunwuwu Mountain were powerful enough, but they were killed by the butcher named Zhang. The head of a people's group who has guns and guns and hates the landlord is a real threat to his ancestors.
不 I ca n’t buy new seeds and fertilizers for my cultivated land, but Zhang ’s name is not allowed to rent rice for rent. For those generations of muddy legs, when will they be served with white rice? They only eat once every three days on weekdays. They are better, and they can eat with half an month.
This mu of land, at least, also has a harvest of five or six hundred pounds.
Today, last year, where those mud legs could afford any seed fertilizer, they picked up rotten sweet potatoes and rotten potatoes from their granaries for seeding, but in a blink of an eye, the mud legs were better than themselves.
"Daddy ... Daddy ..." Wang Bingyin shouted twice before waking up Wang Decai from his thoughts. "Dad, if we have something hard this time, pull them out in the middle of the night. The first few times I opened the tincture and let the water go I could n’t cure them, but this time I ’m just going to be ruthless. If they were full, we would n’t be able to put out the money in our family.

Don't look at Wang Bingyin's age, but this heart is black and one-to-one, and it matches the little white face. It's really called a wolf and a dog. The heart is not human.
"Profit money? No, they must not be allowed to take back the rice cheerfully!"
Looking at the mountains in the distance, where it seems that the direction of the Jinsha River, Wang De suddenly thought of a way, with his dog calf almost trotting back, but also lost the bones of his 50-year-old boss.
The night was just dark, and a few dark shadows went out of Wangfu's darkness, and he did not know where to go at night.

Zhang Shusheng closed the last document, raised his wrist and looked at the date on the dial. Luo Feng of the Chinese People's League had been out for more than a month, and the initial plan of Plan A should be returned.
I thought of going to receive the caravan in a few days. He walked out of the office, took over the coat handed over by the guards, and rushed to Sun Changqing's house for dinner by a slight moonlight.
The topics mentioned at the dinner table are naturally the most inspiring things.
大 "Brother, this year's rice harvest is really good. Just a few cents of our family's field, and a few hundred pounds of rice will be hit."
In more than one year, Sun Laixi has matured a lot, from a peasant who can read and write to a "white collar" who is diligently studying simple management theory day and night and actively participating in the management of Shusheng Company.
Sun Laixi and Sun Changqing are already busy and have no time to take care of the farmland. Only the virtuous Sun's daughter-in-law, Cui Hua, has a few minutes in the field, a farmer woman, returning home early and late to make meals, but she hasn't left her field deserted.
"Thanks to Shu Sheng, Lishuping filled his stomach last year and ate rice this year. At the beginning of next year, there will be big white noodles and dumpling dumplings!" Sun Changqing is now the famous Sun Yan Wang of Shu Sheng Company. For a moment, he was also involved in the final financial review. Which factory had an unknown cost of dimes, or a few pounds of iron or a few sheets was wasted, he had to take the responsibility of the factory manager.
Zhang Shusheng took a sip of millet wine comfortably. The rice scent had a slight scent of wine, and the taste was very good. "The harvest is good, but it has to be entered into the door of each house. Earlier, there were people Going to put water in the paddy field in the middle of the night, the rice is in the heading and filling stage, if it was not urgently raised and irrigated, it would have been ruined. "
"You mean, someone is jealous of bad things?" Sun Changqing had a bad feeling. He also remembered the things of stealing chickens and dogs.
"Look again, anyway, I have ordered the militias to live ammunition rotation 24 hours a day. Whoever does not open his eyes will not recognize anyone."
Zhang Shusheng knew that he could not be weak, and that the earth and the earth had the biggest meal, and the rice was going to be harvested. Whoever ran to the rice field at night to set off a fire would be a bad thing.
Dinner was a bit dull, and both Sun's family and Zhang Shusheng were anticipating what might happen next.

"Ge Laozi, what are you talking about? The fields in several villages can produce 30,000 to 40,000 kilograms of rice !!!"
Sichuan, Huili County is near the Jinsha River, near the cliff. This is a famous bandit near and far, and the biggest one is the burning bandit head in front of him, with a round head and bald head, a scar attached to the chin upside down to the root of the ear, and a wild face covered with pockmarks. His ruthless people still remember this "Fan Mazi" on Linjiang Cliff.
With several dog-legged legs, Wang De could not bear the disgust in his heart, regardless of the fatigue of rushing through the night, and propped himself up, "The commander Fan didn't know. The name Zhang Zhang didn't know where it fell from, and he stayed dead in his face. Lishuping didn't leave, but now they have tossed out new rice in several villages. One acre of land also has hundreds of kilograms of output, and the total of several villages is not only tens of thousands of kilograms of rice! "
"Ten thousand pounds ..." Fan Mazi subconsciously licked a small half cut off by a knife, leaving scars on his lips, and slamming the table, Wang Decai shivered, "Wang Decai, you are afraid to come to laozi Well, that little Qingshan is your landlord ’s land, the dog said, you do n’t have a house in Yunwushan, you do n’t go to him, come to me, hum ...

Wang De is such an old-fashioned and sly man. He immediately told the lie that he had prepared along the way. "I do n’t know who is in charge. The King of Yunwushan is not as powerful as the king. It ’s not just me that Wang De was riding on my head. He Da's head was annihilated last year by Zhang Shusheng, who fought for the name of the group with earthen cannons! I heard that his head had some relatives with He Da's head, but no, the good news came to the head overnight. "
"Earth cannon?" Fan Mazi was able to become a hegemon in the area of ​​Linjiang Cliff. His thoughts were more than simple. He had long heard that the old Turtle across the river was fired by the cannon. Hearing the details, he was not afraid, but instead I think it's a good opportunity.
Fan Mazi, who was born in the early years of the robe, brought out a team of more than a thousand people after decades of killing Ru Ma. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com, because he accidentally destroyed a Sichuan army general, has been remembered by the other party. Opposite Jiang was the best place for him to escape this kind of sleepy night, and there was a huge temptation of tens of thousands of kilograms of rice, making him unable to sit still.
"I'm also indebted to you, the old tortoise, who came here to ask Lao Tzu overnight. I'm afraid I can't survive it. Tell me, how many people and how many guns are there in the Rush People's Regiment?" Fan Mazi had to be tempted. The reason is that in August, the village was out of food, and it was not enough to grab points in a small area, let alone expand the team.
With 1,000 guns, dozens of horses were his dream a few years ago. Today, the power of Fanjiazhaizi has stagnated for a long time. The most important reason is that there is no money, no guns and no food.
"The people's group is just fighting an earthen cannon, more than three hundred people's guns, all muddy legs that put down their hoe, far more brave and fierce than their masters." Wang De sneered dismissively.
"Haha, if that's exactly what you said, I really want to meet the leader Zhang. Brother Wang, I don't want to hide it. The brothers also want to move recently. "
Fan Mazi laughed and walked to Wang Decai, patted him on the shoulder, almost didn't give the old things to the ground, and yelled back, "Come, prepare the best banquet for Lao Tzu. Today, Lao Tzu wants to drink with Wang Wang Chat, get drunk! "
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Fisherman: Brothers, isn't the fisherman the book I wrote is not good, seeing the red waves and recommendation tickets of other newcomer novels in the same period, the fisherman of Sanjiang Fengti has a shameful performance ... Not cheeky, that stuff is too expensive. But don't forget the recommended tickets and collections. There is one more tonight.