The Big Landlord

After being poisoned, pour dung soup. This is a local method that has been handed down by the elders in the village. The purpose is to make the poisoned person spit out all the things they just ate and drank. It is especially useful in underdeveloped or remote mountain villages.

He scooped out a ladle of dung water from the dung pond and instructed Linglong to squeeze the nose of one of the children. Wang Ben held the child's mouth with one hand so that it opened wide, and held the dung ladle with the other hand. After quickly pouring a mouthful on the child, he covered it tightly and forced it to swallow some.

"Wow!"

As soon as they let go, the child vomited non-stop and vomited out everything in his intestines. It was really embarrassing.

After pouring soup for both children, Wang Ben finally breathed a sigh of relief, and watched Linglong from a distance.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the two children slowly stopped convulsing, and their eyes gradually returned to normal. Seeing that there was no serious problem, Wang Ben took two handfuls of water from the sand ditch next to him and leaked it into their mouths for gargle.

When the family of the two children finally arrived late, there was nothing much to do, and the children could still speak in a low voice, but they vomited so much that they could only sit on the ground feebly.

"thank you!"

When the child was rescued, the family members of the two children held Wang Ben's hand tightly and shook it vigorously. They kept thanking them, and tears almost flashed in their eyes. They kept inviting them to their house for dinner to express their sincerest gratitude.

Wang Ben didn't like these politenesses, so he politely declined the kindness of the two families, and led Xiaolinglong to turn around and go home. Well, it was considered a good deed, but the method was too indecent. Don't dare to eat indiscriminately, the taste of this big dung soup, I believe they will never forget it for a lifetime.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ben went out again. After pushing the bean sprouts that had grown during the day to the market and reselling them to vegetable vendors, he made another dozens of yuan. This kind of income is really good, better than normal farming. too much.

For the next ten days, he paid attention to the growth of the buckwheat head and fiddled with the bean sprouts. If Linglong's little mouth was delicious, he would go up the hillside for a walk. When he was bored, he would go for a walk in the fields. He walked on the green grass, and even went to Yongfeng City, the provincial capital, for a walk, very comfortable and lazy.

Life is very leisurely, and the hands are getting more and more comfortable, and the daily life is getting more and more quality. Wang Ben also bought a few cheap and beautiful clothes and skirts for Xiaolinglong in the town, so that this little girl finally doesn't have to wear it. His shirt was gone, and he was dressed in fancy clothes every day.

In addition, for the convenience of transporting vegetables, he also spent fifty yuan to buy a wheelbarrow, so he didn't have to go to Mother Tuesday to borrow it every day. The cargo is very easy, not strenuous at all, not even breathing.

Life is slowly on the right track, and the growth of the buckwheat heads planted by the road is also very gratifying. From the day it was planted, the seedlings emerged three days later; a week later, the short bulbs began to grow and slowly swelled; ten days later Later, the leaves gradually withered, and the buckwheat heads could finally be harvested.

"Let's go, let's collect the buckwheat." Wang Ben was already too excited. After hurriedly eating lunch, he waved his hand and said happily to Linglong beside him. Then he pushed the wheelbarrow and loaded tools such as hoes and scissors. In addition to several pockets for buckwheat fertilizer, he happily rushed to the highway.

"Let's go, let's collect the buckwheat!" Linglong jumped all the way, looking very excited.

The sandy land is very easy to dig, and the buckwheat head is not planted deeply, just wave the hoe lightly, and a mass of buckwheat head will be unearthed. The original seed has grown about ten petals, and the size is obviously larger than average. It was such a gratifying gain that Wang Ben couldn't stop laughing, waving the hoe in his hand non-stop.

He digs in front, Linglong picks it up in the back, shakes it a few times, throws off the large piece of dirt stuck to it, cuts off the top bulb with scissors, and throws it into the pocket, it is finished.

Compared with the fast time of planting, the harvest was significantly slower. It took nearly half a day until the sun went down. They still hadn't collected a quarter of the land. They only dug out about three miles along the road. If it goes on, it is estimated that it will be fully collected the day after tomorrow.

However, the harvest was gratifying. One of the big sacks was full, and the other was half full. If all were collected, it was estimated to be nearly 300 catties, which was simply a bumper harvest.

The weather in the evening is no longer so hot, and there is a slight breeze blowing, bringing bursts of coolness, making people feel that they are full of energy. Wang Ben and Linglong were talking and laughing while harvesting the buckwheat, enjoying the joy of the harvest with all their hearts, and they were very happy.

"What are you digging for?"

A villager came home after finishing work in the field, and happened to pass by with a pair of dung buckets. Seeing their busy and excited appearance, he asked curiously, this place has passed the boundary of Xiushui Village. The villager Wang Ben I don't know, it should be someone from the team next door.

"Dig the buckwheat head," Linglong replied sweetly, picking up the buckwheat head she just picked up and shaking it at the villager, sharing her joy.

The villager looked at it suspiciously. After looking in the direction of the road, his eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, and he ran away without saying a word.

In less than two minutes, his figure reappeared with a hoe in his hand and a basket on his back. Once he got to the side of the road, he waved his hoe and quickly dug up the buckwheat head.

"Hey, I planted this!" Wang Ben was shocked and shouted loudly.

"The ones by the road must be wild ones. How can you say that you planted them?" The villager said confidently, ignoring Wang Ben's restraint at all. He continued to wave his hoe vigorously, dug out a lump of buckwheat, and picked it up and shook Trembling, he threw it into his backpack as a matter of course.

He was alone. In less than half a minute, his wife and children also arrived one after another. What's worse, I don't know if the villager returned to the village to shout loudly, or for some other reason. The villagers in this village even knew about it. Now, they all ran out in a swarm, all carrying hoes, carrying baskets, and slings, rushing to the side of the road, rushing to dig up the buckwheat heads.

For a time, dozens of villagers crowded on both sides of the road, waving hoes in their hands, and competing to throw the buckwheat heads of Wang Benzhong into their own baskets. This scene seems to be the best labor among the production teams in the collective period. It was so fast that it was very spectacular. Not only that, but they also commented on each other and praised the buckwheat head for its good growth and big size.

The scene was completely out of control. No matter what Wang Ben said, it didn't work at all. These villagers were very reasonable, and unanimously called it wild.

The buckwheat head, which was planted under the scorching sun and dust and smoke, has been waiting for so many days with hope, and finally it is time to harvest.