"Taoist Master, you are a rare visitor. The team is having a double robbery today, so you always go to my house and sit down. Xilai is at home. I will come back after I finish here." Zhang Fangqing saw the old Taoist and hurriedly walked to the field ridge.
The position cleared by Zhang Fang was immediately occupied by others. There were not many threshing machines in the village, and all the young men were on the battlefield. The threshing machine had no time to spare.
"It's okay, I just came down the mountain to ask something. I have planted more than an acre of fields on the mountain. I just planted it and it's too late to plant rice. Let's see if your team has any rice left. If there is any left, share some with me and calculate how much it will cost.
Or I can trade wild boar meat with you for millet." The old Taoist wanted to plant this season of rice, so that after the late rice is harvested, the master and the disciple would no longer have to worry about going hungry.
"There must be some rice seedlings left this year. It's been so dry that some fields in the village can't get water. If it doesn't rain these days, we won't be able to plant any more. There must be a lot of rice seedlings left. If there are any left, Taoist priest, you can take it.
Just go, where can I exchange things for you?" Zhang Fangqing said.
"Then when can I come and get the seedlings?" asked the old Taoist.
"Taoist Master, we have to wait until all the fields of our brigade have been planted, and the remaining seedlings can be sent to others after confirming them. I can't make the decision. I will ask Secretary Maolin later. He is the brigade secretary, and he is the only one
You can make the decision." Zhang Fangqing said.
"Yes." The old Taoist nodded.
"Taoist priest, don't worry, there will definitely be some rice seedlings left. When the team's fields are finished planting, I'll ask a few people to send them over to you. I'll plant the rice seedlings for you by the way," Zhang Fangqing said.
The old man thanked him repeatedly: "Then I'd better tell Secretary Maolin about this so that you won't be embarrassed."
Zhou Maolin has been going to various production teams every day these days to urge production. He is the secretary of the brigade, and he and several brigade cadres basically do not have to go to the fields to do farm work, and they get higher work points than others. The clothes he wears every day are also on par with the commune cadres. In this weather
, many men in the village are shirtless, or at most they wear gauze vests, and their exposed skin is tanned. Every time they go to the shade of a tree to cool down, they will tear off the shed layer with their hands.
The skin can be kneaded into a ball by rubbing it with your hands.
Zhou Maolin wore a long-sleeved white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. There was a black Forever pen in the upper pocket of the shirt.
"Taoist Master, are you looking for me?" Zhou Maolin was still very enthusiastic when he saw the old Taoist.
"Secretary Maolin, I came down from the mountain to ask you something," the old Taoist said.
"What did the Taoist say? Just ask me for anything, but I will do my best if I can. What happened last time was all thanks to the Taoist. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened." Zhou Maolin was very polite.
said.
"The thing is like this..." Lao Dao explained the situation.
"Don't worry about this. Our brigade will have a lot of leftover rice seedlings every year. After all, there are so many rice seedlings. The drought is severe this year, and the new fields opened last year can't shut down the water. We focus on preserving the old fields, and there will definitely be some leftover rice seedlings.
, I will have someone send it to you when the time comes. I can still handle this matter. It’s just that we have done so much this year, and there are fields on the mountains. Where are you going to drain the water?" Zhou Maolin said worriedly.
"There is a spring in the field, which is used to water the rice fields. Otherwise, I wouldn't have opened a field. If I had to carry water, there would be no way I would risk my life," said the old Taoist.
"That's really suitable." Zhou Maolin nodded.
Just when the old Taoist was about to say goodbye and leave, Zhou Maolin said: "Taoist Master, I didn't want to trouble you anymore. But only you can solve this matter."
The old Taoist frowned, but there was nothing he could do. He had just benefited from someone else, so he could only bite the bullet and asked: "He Yuan's cub was originally kept in Guilian's family. Isn't this a double robbery? Guilian's family
I also wanted to earn work points, so I sent the Heyuan cub back. As soon as this little cub moved to its nest, something started to go wrong. It used to be jumping around and talking and laughing at home, but as soon as it came back, it became silent.
Excuse me, Taoist Master, could you please help me check if this little boy is frightened?"
"Why is it the matter of the Heyuan family again?" The old Taoist frowned. Naturally, this matter cannot be a coincidence, and it is also the matter of the Zhou Heyuan family, which makes the old Tao a little worried. If Zhou Heyuan's death, Xiao Guilian's madness, coupled with
Last week, He Yuan Zai had an accident. Putting everything together, this matter is not that simple.
"Yes. The Heyuan family is really committing evil, one thing after another." Zhou Maolin sighed.
"I don't have any preparations now. The affairs of his family are too mysterious. I have to be well prepared when I go. It's not enough to rush over there and risk my life if something happens." The old Taoist didn't.
promise.
"Taoist Priest, can you go and take a look first so that you can be ready then?" Zhou Maolin said.
"I'm not going to his house. Why don't you bring the child here and let me take a look." The old Taoist didn't dare to run to Zhou Heyuan's house rashly. Things happened one after another in that house, and there must be something weird. Maybe as soon as he ran over, he would be completely entangled.
Already.
Seeing the old Taoist's resolute attitude, Zhou Maolin had no choice but to agree: "Taoist, please wait a moment. I'll go and bring the little boy over."
Not long after, Xiao Guilian came over with her son in her arms. The little boy was less than two years old. In Xiao Guilian's arms, he made no sound and his eyes were a little dull.
As soon as Xiao Guilian saw the old Taoist, she hugged the child and knelt on the ground: "Taoist, help me! Taoist, please save my baby!"
"Don't be like this, don't be like this, get up. If you are making such a fuss, how can I tell what happened to your kid?" the old Taoist said.
After hearing what the old Taoist said, Xiao Guilian stood up.
"My son was doing well in my parents' home, but when he came back, he became like this." Xiao Guilian said.
"Did anything special happen when you brought your cub back?" the old man asked.
"No? Nothing happened." Xiao Guilian said.
"Think about it carefully, nothing happened, how could your cub be like this? Please tell me carefully, when did your cub come back, and what day did something go wrong," the old Taoist said.
"I came back on the eighth day of this month. It seems like this happened on the ninth day of the month." Xiao Guilian said.
"What about the night of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year?" asked the old Taoist, "Is it like this on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year?"
"On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, my father and I were born. We came back from lunch. When we got back to Xianji Bridge, it was already dark. The child fell asleep on the way and slept until the next morning. Come together.
It has become like this now." Xiao Guilian said.
"With so many things going on in your family, who would let you walk at night?" The old man was so angry that his beard stood up.