Yinshan Village is a remote village surrounded by mountains on three sides. It is July and the mountain village has become almost lifeless under the scorching white sun.

Wang Lun waited until after five o'clock in the afternoon, when the weather was no longer so hot, then he picked up his hoe and shouted into the back room: "Dad, I'm going to go to the melon field."

Wang Da Fang walked out and after hesitating for a moment he asked: "Xiao Lun, have you decided what to do in the future?"

"Not yet," Wang Lun smiled, "Maybe I will still do garden-related work."

Wang Dafang couldn't help but sigh: "You worked as a technician at Jintai Landscape Company as soon as you graduated. You worked diligently for a year, but in the end, your job was hacked by the vice president Geng Jingzhong. Alas."

"Dad, let's not talk about this anymore." Wang Lun didn't want his father to sigh over this matter.

"I get angry when I think of this. You went to report to Geng Jingzhong and found that he was touching female employees in the office, so you stood up and stopped him. What's wrong with this?"

"But he held a grudge, deliberately confused right and wrong, and used despicable means to fire you!"

The more Wang Da Fang talked, the angrier he became, feeling very sad and angry.

Wang Lun knew that his father hated Geng Jingzhong, but he didn't want his father to be angry because of such a person, so he comforted him and said, "Dad, calm down, your health is important."

But in fact, he was angrier than anyone else. He would not let this matter go. He vowed to make Geng Jingzhong, a villain, pay the price.

"Dad, I'm going to the melon field."

Wang Lun said hello to his father and went out with his hoe.

Along the way, he was also thinking about how to find a new job and how to make money.

He wants to make more money and get ahead, so that he can improve the life of the whole family and let his parents enjoy happiness in the future.

While walking and thinking, Wang Lun unknowingly came to his own melon patch at the foot of the mountain at the west end of the village.

The weather forecast said there would be heavy rain tonight, so he wanted to deepen the drainage ditch in the melon field to prevent the watermelon from becoming blocked and damaging the watermelons.

Entering the melon field, Wang Lun wielded a hoe and began to deepen the drainage ditch.

As a child who grew up in a rural area, I am naturally very familiar with this job.

Half an hour later, Wang Lun dug to the end of the drainage ditch.

Clang!

Suddenly, Wang Lun felt his hoe hit something hard, making a crisp impact.

"Huh? Did you dig something?"

He stopped, dug out the object with a hoe, and found a bottle covered with mud.

This bottle is about twenty centimeters high, with a narrow mouth and a round belly. The cylindrical bottle belly is as thick as a tea cup. It has been subjected to a hoe just now and has not been broken.

Wang Lun scraped off the soil on the bottle and found that the surface of the bottle was white glaze. The color was fairly translucent and the glaze color was even. However, there were no patterns on it and there was no signature on the base.

The whole bottle looks unremarkable, it should be mass-produced by modern technology.

After all, almost every household in the village used to have potted plants. After the failure, many pots and vases were thrown away. This bottle may have been thrown away at that time.

Wang Lun felt that this white glazed porcelain vase had no special value, but it was suitable for use as a vase for flower arrangements, so he took it with him when he returned.

After arriving home, Wang Lun washed the white glazed porcelain bottle and filled it with water to soak the inner container of the bottle to remove the stains inside.

Then he casually placed the bottle filled with water in a corner of the yard.

He didn't pay much attention to the white glazed porcelain vase. After all, he only planned to use it as a vase for flower arrangements.

"Xiao Lun, are you done with your work?"

Wang Dafang happened to come out of the main room, saw him and asked.

"It's done."

Wang Lun responded, and when he was about to enter the back room, he found a man with a big belly entering his house.

Wang Lun recognized the other party as Zhang Zhihu, the village chief of Yinshan Village.

Zhang Zhihu was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his belt fastened almost to his chest. He walked with a straight figure and full of official authority.

Wang Lun found that Zhang Zhihu was holding a pot of rich bamboo that was about to die, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

"Village Chief, it's you. Please sit in the back room."

Wang Da Fang greeted him with a smile and took out a cigarette and handed it over. However, Zhang Zhihu found that the cigarette was ordinary soft white sand and did not take it after taking a glance, which made Wang Da Fang a little embarrassed.

"I'm not going to sit down anymore. I have to go to town to attend a dinner party, so I don't have time to chat."

Zhang Zhihu said coldly, "I'm just here to settle the bill with you."

"Bill, please?"

Wang Dafang was somewhat unexpected.

Wang Lun also felt strange.

In the morning, his father helped spray pesticides on the potted plants planted by the village chief Zhang Zhihu's family. Although Zhang Zhihu promised to pay him 100 yuan for wages, with Zhang Zhihu's domineering style, it would be good if he did not owe his father wages. Why was the settlement so smooth this time?

Moreover, Zhang Zhihu also came to the house with a dying potted plant. It looked like he was coming with bad intentions.

"According to the negotiated price, I should pay you one hundred yuan, right?"

Zhang Zhihu asked in a rough voice.

Wang Dafang nodded.

Zhang Zhihu looked gloomy, pointed to the potted plant in his hand and said: "But when you sprayed pesticides in the morning, you sprayed too much pesticide on my pot of lucky bamboo. Now this lucky bamboo is dying and cannot be sold. According to the market price, you have to pay for it."

The compensation is six hundred yuan, and after deducting the one hundred yuan in wages, you have to pay me five hundred yuan."

Wang Dafang became anxious when he heard this and quickly explained: "Village Chief, I didn't damage your potted plants by spraying!"

Spreading pesticides is just for killing insects, and the dosage is not too much at all. How could it cause Lucky Bamboo to die quickly?

Zhang Zhihu's fat face fell down quickly, and he stared at Wang Da Fang fiercely, and said angrily: "This potted plant is almost dead, you didn't see it! I am the village chief, will I come here to frame you, a mud-legged person?"

When Wang Lun heard Zhang Zhihu choking his father in this tone, he immediately asked: "Village chief, this lucky bamboo is obviously malnourished and is dying. How could it be what you said?"

"I said yes! Do you understand?"

Zhang Zhihu said to Wang Lun with a grim smile, then threw the potted plant on the ground, pointed at Wang Da Fang and said, "Hurry up and give me the money!"

He had recently lost some money gambling, so he found this reason to ask for money, and he was not afraid that the Wang family would not give it.

"Dad, we won't give you this money, we can't be blackmailed by him!"

Wang Lun was very angry and shouted loudly.

Zhang Zhihu chuckled and said: "You brat is so crazy. You dare to accuse me of blackmail. I'm not afraid to tell you. I just don't want to pay you the one hundred yuan salary. I just want to blackmail your family with the dying potted plants. Can you?"

How is I doing?"

"you!"

Wang Lun raised his fist, furious at this moment.

Wang Dafang quickly grabbed Wang Lun, and his mother Qin Huirou, who was driven out from the back room, was also afraid that Wang Lun would attack Zhang Zhihu and signaled Wang Lun not to be impulsive.

The old couple knew very well how serious the consequences would be if they attacked Zhang Zhihu.

In Yinshan Village, Zhang Zhihu is the local emperor and is lawless.

So Qin Huirou had to go back to the house and took 500 yuan and gave it to Zhang Zhihu.

Zhang Zhihu took the money and put it in his pocket, snorted heavily at Wang Lun, and said arrogantly: "You brat, you have the right to challenge me. I am the boss in this village. Remember this!"

After saying that, Zhang Zhihu walked away in a swagger.

After Zhang Zhihu left, Wang Dafang sighed with a bitter face: "Xiao Lun, I know you are very angry, but there is nothing we can do about it. As long as our family is still in Yinshan Village, we will be under Zhang Zhihu's control. If you beat him today, he will be in trouble in the future."

You dare to try different ways to punish our family."

Wang Lun felt unhappy.

He could understand his parents' worries. Zhang Zhihu was a bully village chief. In the village, he almost punished anyone who was yelled at. No villager dared to offend Zhang Zhihu, including his parents.

But he just couldn't tolerate this kind of thing.

His father worked all morning on a hot day carrying a 60-70 kilogram spray can. He was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely. He really exchanged his sweat for hard-earned money. In the end, not only did he not get his wages, but he also had to pay Zhang Zhihu 500 yuan.

How could he bear this tone!

Early the next morning, Wang Lun got up early, and when his parents weren't paying attention, he looked for the pot of lucky bamboo that was about to die.

He wanted to take the pot of lucky bamboo and negotiate with Zhang Zhihu himself!

Soon, Wang Lun was found in the yard.

The lucky bamboo was placed beside the porcelain vase, probably dad put it there casually.

However, when he saw the appearance of Lucky Bamboo clearly, Wang Lun's eyes widened.

The leaves of Lucky Bamboo, which were originally curled together, actually unfolded. The leaves were yellow and withered before, but now they have a little light green!

This pot of lucky bamboo has magically come to life!

Wang Lun was very surprised.

He graduated with a major in horticulture and had experience growing potted plants. He knew that this pot of Lucky Bamboo had been lacking calcium, sulfur, iron and other nutrients for a long time, especially the lack of sulfur, which had caused the leaves to turn yellow and the root system to develop seriously abnormally.

It is almost dead and has no chance of survival.

But now, this pot of lucky bamboo is like "coming back to life".

"There must be a reason."

Wang Lun thought to himself.

He observed the surrounding environment, and when he caught a glimpse of the white glazed porcelain bottle next to the lucky bamboo, his eyes were immediately attracted.

"What's going on? The white glazed porcelain vase has undergone such a big change?"
Chapter completed!