Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Brother, don't listen to their nonsense, you are not a monster."

Putting down the handrail of the scooter, Ling Jingpeng said worriedly, for fear that the eldest brother would retreat into the shell again.

"Hehe... If I'm really a monster, I'll be fine, I can turn into a monster and visit them from house to house tonight."

The deliberately raised voice penetrated the crowd, Ling Jingxuan's thin and beautiful face climbed into a bloodthirsty smile, and his eyes swept over the group of three aunts and six women who were gathered together one by one, and the surrounding discussions disappeared in an instant. The village women who had said all sorts of enthusiasm earlier collectively stepped back several steps, as if they were really afraid that he would find them at night.

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan evoked a mocking sneer and turned to face Zhao Han and the two: "You are Big Brother Zhao and Big Brother Han, right? Xiaowen and the others have taken care of you all these years."

He has long heard that Zhao and Han treat Xiaowen very well, but when Tiewazi has food, they will give Xiaobaozi a share. Although it is not expensive, Ling Jingxuan still remembers it. .

"What's the matter? We didn't do anything. It's not worth being so polite. Besides, I really like Xiaowen Xiaowu. These two children are sensible and often help us take care of Tiewazi."

The petite and delicate Han Fei has a calm temperament. He never forgets to touch the heads of the two steamed buns when he speaks. Everyone understands the pain in his heart.

"Haha... Okay, then I won't say it. When will your bullock cart leave, Brother Han?"

Some things are good to keep in mind, Ling Jingxuan decisively changed the subject, he will repay them when there is a chance in the future.

"As you can see, there is no one. It is the busy farming season, and there are not many people going to the market. It is estimated that we will not be able to leave today."

People who are more profitable will be hit hard by this kind of situation. Han Fei can't hide his loss. Zhao Dalong next to him hugged him by the shoulder and comforted him silently. Han Fei raised his head and threw him a shallow light. The two of them looked at each other with a faint smile on their face.

The peasants may never say whether they love or not, but the relationship between them is pure. Ling Jingxuan, who has a panoramic view of everything, feels that this kind of long-running and warm feelings is far more vigorous than those of them. The love of fire is a million times more precious.

"How about this, Brother Zhao, Brother Han, I'm going to sell some fish in the town, and I'll pack your bullock cart."

If possible, he didn't want to interrupt the warm gaze between them, but it was getting late, and he only put a little crescent spring water into the fish today. .

"Ah? What are you talking about? There is no business anyway. We will send you to the county seat. Come on, bring the fish up."

After returning to his senses, Han Fei finally noticed the large wooden barrels on the trolley. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to help him carry the fish. Ling Jingxuan hurriedly said: "Well, the money must be given, otherwise I won't. Take your car."

Holding his hand, Ling Jingxuan's eyes showed the persistence and stubbornness of Chiluǒluǒ.

"Okay, okay, I can't beat you, then I'll give it to you after you sell the fish, Dalong, come and help."

Han Fei was helpless and could only agree, not forgetting to greet the taciturn Zhao Dalong to help lift the heavy wooden barrel.

"Dad, let's help too."

The three steamed buns sitting on the ox cart slid down when they saw it, and the four of them looked at each other and smiled: "It's a big help if you stay there and don't move."

"What, Daddy hates it the most."

Hearing this, Ling Wu's little face wrinkled, his little mouth pouted, making several adults laugh, and those strange eyes were completely ignored by them.

"Where did you catch the fish, why are there so many?"

The four buckets of fish were quickly moved out. Looking at the big and fat fish in the wooden bucket, Han Fei asked curiously, most of the villagers go fishing and selling during the slack farming season. There are not many, there are also small fish, and it is rare to see so many big and fat fish.

"Hehe... I found a lot of fish in one place in Yuehuagou, but after catching them for a few days, I caught almost all of them. In the future, I plan to dig a fish pond to raise it myself, but I don't know where to buy fry. "

Climbing into the ox cart and sitting down, Ling Jingxuan said casually, the Zhao family's ox cart is quite large, with four buckets of fish in it, and a few adults and children can sit down even if it is a bit crowded.

"Don't worry. In the past, no one in our village raised fish by themselves, and all of them died in the end. You should not waste that zeal."

Hearing this, Han Fei, who was sitting next to Zhao Dalong with his arms around Tie Wazi, turned his head and frowned, his fair face showed undisguised worry, and Ling Jingpeng, who was holding Ling Wen on the other side, also echoed: "Brother, why do you still want to raise them? As for the fish, a few years ago, the landlord of the next village wanted to raise fish, but the fry died within a few days of being put down. If you have the capital, you might as well buy a few more acres of land."

When Ling Jingxuan said it yesterday, he thought that he just wanted to feed himself and sell as many as he had. Now, listening to his tone, it seemed that he wanted to make a big deal. Ling Jingpeng still had a slightly immature handsome face. Clearly disagree.

"Hehe... Don't worry, I have a recipe for raising fish with herbs, which is guaranteed to make the fish fat and big, and even if you eat medicinal fish, you can keep your body healthy."

In contrast, Ling Jingxuan didn't care at all, thinking about it, with Crescent Moon Spring in his hand, what else could he not support?

"Really dad?!"

Surprise the big bun hugging the two jam jars tightly since getting on the bullock cart

He raised his head, the excitement in his eyes was undisguised. In just a few days, he had already tasted the sweetness of selling fish, and he wished that there would be endless fish every day.

Han Fei and Ling Jingpeng also looked at him suspiciously. Even Zhao Dalong, who was driving the car, looked back at him. The only ones who didn't respond were probably Xiao Baozi and Tie Wazi who were whispering together.

"Of course it's true, so we have to work hard to save money, and then ask someone to dig our two acres of wasteland into a pond, buy more fry and put them down, and there will be unsold fish in the future."

His eyes swept over them one by one, and finally stopped on the big bun's face, Ling Jingxuan reached out and rubbed his head dotingly, so that his son would have some confidence, right?

"Ah? It costs money again!"

When he heard that he was going to spend money to hire someone, Da Baozi frowned instantly, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing, he couldn't let him dig a fish pond with two acres of land, right?

"If you can really support yourself, it's okay to ask someone to dig a fish pond, Xiaowen, you can't save this money."

Han Fei is obviously also aware of the stingy temperament of the big bun, and his tone is completely cautious of the elders to the younger generation. Ling Wen blushed, bowed his head and stammered: "I, I know..."

Doesn't he just care about money? Didn't say no.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter. Ling Wen's stinginess was stingy, but it was also their happy fruit, wasn't it?

A few people were talking and laughing along the way, and the little bun was also very excited and active, and funny sentences appeared from time to time. Halfway through the road, Ling Jingxuan suddenly saw an endless wasteland, almost no grass. As far as the countryside is concerned, this is undoubtedly very làng. Fei, what is the most important thing for farmers? Of course, it is land, but now a large area of ​​land is deserted because of the tributaries of the Inland Sea, so many people must be distressed, right?

"It's a pity, it would be nice if those lands could also grow something."

Aware of his sight, Ling Jingpeng said regretfully, many people in the village have no land to grow, especially the outsiders, some people only have one or two acres of land, and they have paid taxes and even rations, especially in the past few years, the Lingjiang River Basin Most of the wasteland has been reclaimed, and some people even bought homesteads to reclaim, and half of what they planted could not survive. For example, the two acres of land in Ling Jingxuan's family were homesteads, otherwise their family of three would not have eaten a meal. Not for a second.

"Ha ha……"

Glancing at him with a smile, Ling Jingxuan suddenly said, "Brother Zhao, can you stop for a while, I want to go there and have a look."

After speaking, Ling Jingxuan got out of the car without waiting for the bullock cart to stop.

"father……"

"Xiaowen, you are in the car, I'll take a look."

Seeing this, the two steamed buns were also about to jump out of the car. Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei quickly grabbed them one by one. After the bullock cart stopped, the three adults chased after them.

"Sure enough, it's half-salt."

Ignoring the three people who were hesitating to speak, Ling Jingxuan squatted down and dug some loose soil into his mouth. As early as when he learned about the situation around Lingjia Village from the original owner's memory, he guessed that this wasteland was probably because of The semi-salt land formed by the backwater of the sea water is no longer expected. No wonder no matter what the villagers grow, they cannot survive. It is surprising that the salt land can grow crops.