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spn In August, when sweet-scented osmanthus blooms all over the mountain, in the first batch of paddy fields planted with new rice seeds in Xiaoqingshan, the bent-over rice plants weighed down by the overflowing ears of rice seem to symbolize the joy of a good harvest. However,

After half a month, all the grains are returned to the warehouse, filling the stomachs of farmers who have been hungry for decades.

However, not everyone is happy. Some people have faces that are longer than donkeys, and their eyes are not talking, but they also blow their beards and glare.[]

“What a harvest!”

Wang Decai, the notorious old rich man of Kaohezhuang, looked at the continuous golden rice fields in front of him, his eyes glowed with greedy green, but his brows were frowned into wrinkles, and he was clicking a cigarette bag in his mouth.

He had a sly look on his face and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Dad, this year you mudlegs can also eat delicious rice. Damn it, even our family can't bear to eat it every day, bah!" [

Wang Bingyin, the eldest son of the landlord, spat and kicked up two stones on the edge of the field. The stones flew into the field and knocked down a lot of rice. Unable to understand his hatred, he picked up another bigger stone and threw it in.

He clapped his hands and said angrily: "I'll let you eat, I'll let you eat!"

Wang Laocai, a wily and scheming man, was smoking a dry cigarette while thinking about things that had become increasingly weird in the past two years. First, a foreigner came inexplicably, and then he settled in Lishuping and set up some factories.

, and then actually became the leader of the militia! His wings are getting stronger day by day, and he is a wealthy man who keeps his family, but he can't do anything.

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

ah.

Not only can’t buy new seeds and fertilizers for their own cultivated land, Zhang is not allowed to harvest rice as farm rent. When will those who have been living in mud for generations be worthy of eating white rice?

I usually only eat once every three days, but they were lucky enough to be able to eat with open stomach after half a month.

This acre of land can produce a harvest of at least five to six hundred kilograms.

On this day last year, those mud-legged people couldn't afford any seed or fertilizer, so they just brought some rotten sweet potatoes and rotten potatoes from their own granaries to make seeds. But in the blink of an eye, the mud-legged people were actually better off than themselves.

"Dad...Dad..." Wang Bingyin shouted twice before Wang Decai woke up from his thoughts, "Dad, why don't we do something serious this time and pull them out in the middle of the night. We opened gaps in the field ridges to release water a few times.

, we can’t cure them, so we might as well do something cruel this time. If we let them have enough to eat, our family’s profit will not be released.”

Even though Wang Bingyin is young, he has a very black heart. When matched with that pretty face, he is really called a wolf but a dog with a heart that is not human.

"Interest money? No, we must not let them 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 almost trotted back with his dog calf, but it was also thanks to his fifty-year-old boss, Da Yan Shen Guer.

As soon as the night got dark, several dark figures walked out of Wang's house in the dark. They were so sneaky that they didn't know where they were going at night.

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Zhang Shusheng closed the last document, raised his wrist and looked at the date on the dial. Luo Feng from the militia group had been out for more than a month. He was implementing the preliminary plan and calculated the time to be back.

Thinking that he would have to pick up the caravan in a few days, he walked out of the office, took the coat handed by the guard, and rushed to Sun Changqing's house for dinner under the faint moonlight.

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

"Brother, this year's rice harvest is really great. With just a few acres of our farm, we need to harvest hundreds of kilograms of rice."

In more than a year, Sun Laixi has matured a lot, from a farmer who can read and write to a "white-collar worker" who diligently studies simple management theories day and night and actively participates in the management of Shusheng Company.

Sun Laixi and Sun Changqing were already so busy that they had no time to take care of the farmland. Only Cuihua, the virtuous daughter-in-law of the Sun family, was able to take care of a few plots of land by herself. A peasant woman who left early in the morning and came home late had to cook, but she didn't let the family's fields go to waste.

"Thanks to Shusheng, Lishuping was able to fill its stomach last year and eat rice this year. At the beginning of next year, there will be white flour to roll dumplings and wonton wrappers!" Sun Changqing is now the famous Sun King of Shusheng Company, and he has to intervene in everything.

After a while, he also participated in the final financial review. If any factory had a dime of unknown expenses, or a few kilograms of iron or a few pieces of cloth wasted, he would bring the person in charge of the factory to task.[

Zhang Shusheng took a comfortable sip of millet wine. There was a slight aroma of wine in the rice, and it tasted very good. "The harvest is good, but it has to go through every household. Earlier, there were actually people

I went to water the rice fields in the middle of the night. The rice was in the earing and grain-filling stage. If we didn’t carry out emergency water for irrigation, it would have been almost destroyed.”

"You mean, someone is jealous and wants to do something bad?" Sun Changqing had a bad feeling. He also remembered all the sneaky things.

"Let's take a look. Anyway, I have ordered the vigilante group to be on duty 24 hours a day. If anyone doesn't keep his eyes open, the gun will not recognize anyone."

Zhang Shusheng knew that he could not be weak. The world was big and the food was big, and the rice was about to be harvested. If anyone went to the rice fields at night and started a big fire, it would be a big deal.

Dinner was a bit boring, as the Sun family and Zhang Shusheng were anticipating what might happen next.

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"Ge Laozi, what are you talking about? The fields in just a few villages can harvest 30,000 to 40,000 jins of rice!!"

Huili County, Sichuan, is located deep in the mountains near the Jinsha River, Linjiang Cliff. This is a well-known bandit den, and the biggest one among them is the bandit leader who is burning leaf cigarettes with a round bald head and a scar.

His face was hung upside down from his chin to the base of his ears, with a pockmarked face that made everyone who had seen his ferocity still remember him as the "Fan Mazi" of Linjiangya.

With a few bodyguards, Wang Decai endured the disgust in his heart, regardless of the fatigue of traveling all night, and started to advocate, "Commander Fan didn't know something. This guy surnamed Zhang fell out of nowhere, and he stayed there shamelessly.

If we don’t leave Lishuping, we have actually produced new rice for several villages. One acre of land can produce hundreds of kilograms of rice, and several villages combined can produce tens of thousands of kilograms of rice!”

"Tens of thousands of kilograms..." Fan Mazi subconsciously licked the lip that had been cut off by a knife, leaving a scar, and slammed the table, which made Wang Decai tremble, "Wang Decai, I'm afraid you are here to trick me.

Right. That Xiao Qingshan is your landowner’s territory, as the dog said, your Yunwu Mountain also has a master. If you don’t go to him, come to me, hum..."

Wang De was such a cunning and cunning person. He immediately told the lie he had prepared along the way, "The master doesn't know something. The power of the King of Yunwu Mountain is not much lower than that of the King. It's not just me, Wang De, who is being ridiculed."

In the end, it was even worse that Mr. He Da’s family was destroyed by Zhang Shusheng in the name of a militia group last year with earth cannons! I heard that the head of the family and the head of He Da had some relatives, no, I sent this good thing to the head of the family overnight.

information."

"Cannons?" Fan Mazi was able to become the overlord of the Linjiangya area, and his thoughts were more than simple. He had long heard that He Laowugui on the other side of the river had been cannoned. Now that he heard the details, not only was he not afraid, but

I think it's a good opportunity.

Fan Mazi, who was born as a pao brother in his early years, led a team of more than a thousand people after decades of killing people. Because he accidentally killed the whole family of a Sichuan army general, he was always remembered by the other party. Across the river, he was the one who escaped from this kind of sleeping and eating.

The best place to live in troubled times, and the huge temptation of tens of thousands of kilograms of rice, made him unable to sit still anymore.

"Thanks to you, an old turtle, for coming to me overnight. I'm afraid I've been forced to go on. Tell me, how many people and how many guns are there in the Raushi Vigilante Group?" Fan Mazi had to be tempted.

The reason is that in August, when there is no harvest, there is no food in the village. It is not enough to grab points in a small area, let alone expand the team.

1,000 men and guns, and dozens of big horses were his dream a few years ago. Now the power of Fanjia Village has stagnated for a long time. The most important reason is that there is no money, no guns, and no food.

"The militia only had one earthen cannon and more than 300 men with guns. They were all just put down their hoes and were far less brave and skilled than the master's men." Wang Decai said with disdain.

"Haha, if it's true as you said, I really want to have a good meeting with that Captain Zhang. Brother Wang, to be honest, my brother has also wanted to make a move recently. It's just that he has no food and salary, and he has no good mastermind.

"

Fan Mazi laughed and walked up to Wang Decai, patted him on the shoulder, and almost knocked the old man to the ground. He turned around and shouted: "Come here, prepare the best banquet for me. Today I want to drink with Brother Wang."

Let’s chat and get drunk before we stop!”

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Fisherman: Brothers, is it that the book I wrote about Fisherman is not good? I saw the rewards and votes for other novels by newcomers in the same period, but the Fisherman in Sanjiangfeng had poor results... I am not shameless in giving rewards.
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