In the paddy fields where the first batch of new rice seeds were planted in Xiaoqingshan, the rice trees bent down one by one by the ears of rice full of grains, which seemed to symbolize the joy of a good harvest. Within half a month, the grains were returned to the warehouse, filling the stomachs of the farmers who had been hungry for decades.

However, not everyone is happy, some people have an old face longer than a donkey, their eyes are gone, and they still stare at them with a blowing beard.

"What a harvest!"

Wang Decai, the infamous old rich man of Hezhuang, looked at the golden rice fields in front of him, his eyes flashed with greedy green light, but his brows were wrinkled, and he had a cigarette pouch in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Dad, this year's mud legs can also eat fragrant rice, damn it, even our family is reluctant to eat it every day, I'm bah!"

Wang Bingyin, the eldest son of the landlord's family, took a sip, kicked up two stones on the edge of the ridge, and the stones flew into the field, smashing down a lot of rice. ”

The scheming Wang Laocai, while smoking dry cigarettes, thought about the things that have become more and more strange in the past two years, first a foreigner came to him inexplicably, and then settled in Lishuping, set up some factories, and then became the head of the militia group! The wings are getting harder and harder day by day, and he is a rich man who guards the family, but he can't help it.

The vicious dogs of Yunwu Mountain are powerful enough, but the butcher surnamed Zhang killed the big boss with one shot. A militia leader who has guns and cannons and hates the landlord is really a great threat to his ancestral business.

Not to mention that his own cultivated land cannot buy new seeds and fertilizers, and the surnamed Zhang is not allowed to change his own rice as rent. Just those generations of mud legs, when will they also deserve to eat white rice? I usually only eat it once every three days, but they are fine, and they can eat it with an open stomach after half a month.

This acre of land, at least there is a harvest of five or six hundred catties.

On this day last year, where can those mud legs afford to buy seeds and fertilizers, they all picked up some rotten sweet potatoes and rotten potatoes from their granaries to make seeds, but in a blink of an eye, the mud legs actually lived better than themselves.

"Daddy...... Daddy......" Wang Bingyin shouted twice before Wang Decai woke up from his thoughts, "Dad, or we will be ruthless this time and clean them up in the middle of the night." The first few times I opened the ridge to release water, I couldn't cure them, and this time I simply came to a ruthless one. If we let them have enough to eat, we won't be able to let go of our family's profits. ”

Don't look at Wang Bingyin's age, but this heart is a first-class black, and the little white face is matched, he is really called a wolf and a dog's heart is not a person.

"Profit? No, they must not be allowed to happily take back the rice! ”

Looking at the mountains in the distance, which seemed to be the direction of the Jinsha River, Wang Decai suddenly thought of a way, and went back almost trotting back with his own dog calf, and also lost his fifty-year-old boss and bones.

As soon as the night was dark, several black shadows went out from Wang's mansion in the dark, and they didn't know where to go in the sneaky night.

――――――――――――――――

Zhang Shusheng closed the last document, raised his wrist and looked at the date on the dial, Luo Feng of the militia group has been out for more than a month, and he should come back after implementing the preliminary plan of Plan A.

Thinking that he would go to receive the horse gang in a few days, he walked out of the office, took the coat handed over by the guard, and rushed to Sun Changqing's house for dinner by the slight moonlight.

The topics spoken at the dinner table are naturally the most exciting things.

"Big brother, this year's rice harvest is really good. As far as our family's few points of land are concerned, we have to beat hundreds of catties of rice. ”

In the past year or so, Sun Laixi has matured a lot, from a literate farmer to a "white-collar worker" who diligently learns simple management theories and actively participates in the management of Shusheng Company.

Sun Laixi and Sun Changqing were already too busy to take care of the farmland at all, only the virtuous daughter-in-law of the Sun family, Cuihua, was alone in the field, a peasant woman, who had to cook when she went out early and returned late, and actually didn't let the family's field be barren.

"Thanks to Shusheng, Lishuping filled his stomach last year, ate rice this year, and at the beginning of next year, there will be big white noodles rolling dumplings and wonton skins!" Sun Changqing is now the famous Sun Yama King of Shusheng Company, everything has to be asked, and he also has his participation in the final financial audit, which factory has an unknown expense of a dime, or a few catties of iron and a few pieces of cloth are wasted, he has to take the person in charge of the factory to blame.

Zhang Shusheng took a sip of millet wine comfortably, with a slight aroma of wine in the rice fragrance, and the taste was very good, "The harvest is good, but it has to enter the door of every household." Earlier, someone actually went to put water in the rice field in the middle of the night, and the rice that was in the heading and filling stage was almost destroyed if it was not for the urgent watering. ”

"You're saying that someone wants something bad?" Sun Changqing had a bad feeling, and he remembered all the things that were stealing chickens and touching dogs.

"Let's take a look at it again, anyway, I have ordered the militia to rotate live ammunition 24 hours a day, and if anyone doesn't open their eyes again, the gun will not recognize anyone."

Zhang Shusheng knew that he couldn't be weak, the world was the biggest, and the rice was about to be harvested, and if anyone ran to the rice field at night to set a big fire, it would be a big deal.

Dinner was a little dull, and the Sun family and Zhang Shusheng were expecting what might happen next.

――――――――――――

"Ge Laozi, what are you talking about? The fields of a few villages can harvest 30,000 or 40,000 catties of rice!! ”

Sichuan, Huili County is close to the Jinsha River deep in the mountains, near the river cliff. This is a well-known bandit den, and the largest one is the bandit leader in front of him who burns leaf smoke, with a round head and a bald head, a scar hanging upside down to the root of the ear with a scar on the chin, and a brute face full of pockmarks, so that those who have seen his cruelty are still fresh in their memory, this "Fan Mazi" of Linjiang Cliff.

With a few personal dog legs, Wang Decai endured the disgust in his heart, regardless of the fatigue of rushing overnight, he leaned over and puffed up, "Commander Fan doesn't know, this surnamed Zhang doesn't know where he fell, he stayed in Lishuping with a dead face and didn't leave, but now he actually tossed out new rice from several villages." An acre of land has a yield of hundreds of catties, and a total of several villages is tens of thousands of catties of rice! ”

"Tens of thousands of catties ......" Fan Mazi subconsciously licked the lips that had been cut off by the knife in half, leaving a scar, and slapped the table suddenly, shocking Wang Decai, "Wang Decai, I'm afraid you're here to trick Lao Tzu." That Xiaoqingshan is the territory of your big landlord, the dog said, don't you have a boss in Yunwu Mountain, don't you go to him, come to me, hum......"

Wang Decai is such an old and cunning person, and immediately told the familiar lies prepared along the way, "The master doesn't know anything, the power of the King of Yunwu Mountain is not as good as the king. Not only was I, Wang De, ridden on the head, but the even more miserable He Da boss was killed with a soil cannon last year by that Shusheng in the name of the militia group! I heard that the head of the family and He Da have some relatives in the sticky, no, this good news was sent to the head overnight. ”

"Earth cannon?" Fan Mazi can be the overlord of the Linjiang Cliff area, his mind is not simple, he has long heard that the He Lao turtle on the other side of the river has been fired, and now when he heard the details, instead of being afraid, he felt that it was a good opportunity.

Fan Mazi, who was born in the early years, brought out a team of more than 1,000 people after decades of killing, and because he accidentally killed the whole family of a Sichuan army general, he has always been remembered by the other party. And the other side of the river is the best place for him to escape from this kind of sleepless sleep, and the huge temptation of tens of thousands of catties of rice makes him unable to sit still anymore.

"It's also thanks to you, the old turtle, who rushed to invite Lao Tzu overnight, I'm afraid I have been forced to live hard. Tell me, how many people and how many guns are there in the Raush militia? "Fan Mazi has a reason to be tempted, in August, there is no food in the cottage, and it is not enough to grab points in a small area, let alone expand the team.

1,000 guns and dozens of horses were his dreams a few years ago, but now the power of the Fan family village has stagnated for a long time, and the most important reason is that there is no money, no guns and no food.

"That militia is just a cannon of earth, more than 300 guns, all of them are mud legs with hoes down, far less brave and good at fighting than the men of the big bosses." Wang Decai spit disdainfully.

"Haha, if it's really as you said, I really want to get a good understanding of that head Zhang. Brother Wang, it's not a secret, my brother has also wanted to move recently, but there is no food and salary for one hardship, and no good thing for the second hardship. ”

Fan Mazi laughed and walked to Wang Decai's side, patted him on the shoulder, almost didn't beat the old thing to the ground, turned around and shouted: "Come on, prepare the best banquet for Lao Tzu, today Lao Tzu wants to chat with Brother Wang while drinking, and he will rest when he is drunk!" ”

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Fisherman: Brothers, is it a fishermanThe book I wrote is not good-looking, I saw the reward and recommendation votes of the red waves of other newcomer novels in the same period, but the fisherman of Sanjiang Fengtui did not achieve good results...... I won't be cheeky to ask for a reward, that thing is too expensive. But don't forget to recommend tickets and collections. There's one more shift tonight.