"Why did so many cars suddenly show up?" Xiao Xian looked at the car blocking the field ridge, her face full of displeasure. If it went any further back, it would have completely ruined her rice.
"Xiao Xian, look behind," Yezi, with her sharp eyes, imdiately spotted the net stuffed in the trunk of one of the cars. It looked just like the one used by the group poaching on the mountain earlier.
"And there are a few iron pipes," Xiao Xian casually pulled out a black thing from the car’s trunk.
"What are you doing, you two brats? Not that big and already learning how to buddy up to others, what will beco of you when you grow up," Wang Chunhua, the representative gossip of Ge Village, who had not appeared in a while, was wearing a flower-pattern apron and holding a leek she had pilfered from soone else’s field, yelling with her hoarse voice.
As soon as Yezi heard her, the anger rose within him, and he retorted: "You old hag, who are you calling," so angry that he threw the iron pipe onto the ground.
With a "bang," the item mistaken for a black pipe, which was actually a hunting gun, emitted a burst of sparks. Such guns are homade, without a safety catch. Fortunately, Yezi just flung it carelessly to the ground, and the gun rely fired a shot, leaving a hole in the ground.
"Oh my goodness," Wang Chunhua was so frightened that she sat down on the ground with a thud, and fell flat on her bottom.
The sound of the gun alerted the villagers. Qian Duoduo also rushed out of his house. He had just returned to the village with a few friends, carrying a few wild rabbits back, and had his mother skin them and put them in the pot to stew. Wang Chunhua went out to pick leeks and bumped into Yezi and Xiao Xian.
"Where did this little bunny co from, daring to cause trouble in our Ge Village, not even considering whose turf you’re on," Qian Duoduo, seeing the hunting gun, hurriedly stuffed it into the trunk, and upon seeing the two kids standing in front, and that Yezi was wearing Miao people’s clothes, he cursed unceremoniously.
"That pipe is a gun," Yezi heard the comnts of the villagers close by, and also broke out in a cold sweat. If he had known earlier that it was the sa gun Yibar’s uncle had ntioned, one that could kill a person, he would not have recklessly thrown it to the ground.
"Duoduo, don’t scare the kids. The kids aren’t to bla for this," coincidentally, San Gouzi arrived back with the village chief and Zhu Shijun. Seeing the upturned soil on the ground, and then the net with bloodstains sticking out from the trunk, the village chief felt a surge of resentnt.
"If soone reports the unauthorized use of a hunting gun, you’d not only risk losing the official’s favor, but you might even end up in prison," Zhu Shijun said coolly. In the mountain village, many people managed homade guns, but carrying one openly in the car indicated malicious intent.
"How could it be that serious? Since my mom is okay, let’s let this one go. You little brat, better not let catch you loitering around Ge Village anymore," Qian Duoduo threatened, helping Wang Chunhua to walk away, and before leaving, he didn’t forget to pick up the leek from the ground.
Yezi seed not to have co back to his senses yet, glumly returning ho. Zhu Shijun urged Xiao Xian to go ho first, but he went with the village chief toward the village’s rice fields, saying they were going to check the harvest.
Those cars, mingling with the fresh evening air in the mountains, carried a stench of blood. The nets and the black gun barrels, like the cars pressing down on the field ridge, made Xiao Xian very uncomfortable.
As night fell, the sll of rabbit at stewed with leeks drifted from Qian Duoduo’s house, with beer bottles tipping haphazardly and the endless sounds of toasting and clinking glasses. Xiao Xian waited at ho, Zhu Shijun still hadn’t returned, and the sounds of drinking gas and clinking cups were especially annoying.
When Zhu Shijun ca ho, he also brought back so rice. The two of them reheated the food and started eating.
"Grandpa, why does this rice seem so familiar?" Xiao Xian saw that Zhu Shijun was in a gloomy mood, then looked at the rice on the table and was stunned. Wasn’t this the high-yield rice Zhu Shijun had bought from the seed station? It turned out that the old man was pretty impressive. Ordinary rice, after harvesting, turned out to yield as much as 600 pounds per acre.
"Not right, the rice could have been even better, but due to the tick infestation, it went from nine hundred pounds per acre to six hundred," Xiao Xian also knew that with proper care, even ordinary rice seeds could overco their adverse innate conditions and grow into good rice.
"Our Xiao Xian really has so insights, recognizing it at a glance. Today when I went down the mountain, I was looking for ways to deal with the tick infestation," Zhu Shijun had gone down the mountain and ended up approving of his little granddaughter’s opinion. He had two purposes for going down the mountain today: to find so effective pesticides to handle the tick infestation that appeared in the village’s large rice fields, and to take a few stalks of rice that Xiao Xian was curious about, to compare and verify the species.
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