eurekapd Chapter 51 51
Chapter 51 51
The words became more and more mysterious, if Wei Yan hadn't personally planned this matter, Wei Yan would have thought that what they said was the truth.
With such a group of tap water, it is not necessary for him to guide Grandma Wen's title of "Land Bodhisattva".
After finishing an important matter on his mind, Wei Yan felt more and more sleepy when he relaxed, trying to hold on to the happy villagers who responded to him with a few perfunctory sentences from time to time.
Everyone thinks that with the blessing of Bodhisattva, life will definitely be better.
Wei Yan knew that they were overjoyed too early. A man can produce at most four or five drops of psychic liquid every day. How many seeds can the seeds soaked from such a small amount of psychic liquid be enough for?
In the anticipation of the villagers, Wen Ruzhe finally pushed the cart into the door.
There was a burst of cheers in the yard, and Yan Qingyang, who was about to divide the water, was pushed aside, he was confused, pulled Wei Yan and asked, "What's wrong?"
With two dark circles under his eyes, Wei Yan said weakly, "Don't ask me, I'm so sleepy, go ask Aunt Xiaofen."
Just as Qingyang searched around, his mother was holding Wen Ruzhe's hand, talking incoherently.
Surrounded by the villagers, Wen Ruzhe looked at his wife asking for help, Wei Yan gave him a self-seeking look, and sneaked in the door.
The next step is nothing more than discussing how to divide the grains, and Brother Zhe made it himself.
Lying on the soft mattress with his chubby puppy in his arms, Wei Yan fell asleep again.
Xiaohan spread out his limbs into a fluffy puppy cake, flicked his tail, and fell asleep.
Wen Ruzheng was dragged by enthusiastic villagers to negotiate until early in the morning before he was able to get out. The house was quiet, his wife had rosy cheeks, and Xiaohan was lying on his back, his fat belly rising and falling with his breathing.
He first carried the dog son who was in the way to the foot of the bed, and then hugged the sleeping wife and rolled around. Dealing with people is really tiring, more tiring than autumn harvest.
Wei Yan was so hot that he struggled a few times, and let him go if he couldn't break free.
After sleeping until the evening of the next day, Wei Yan was refreshed, drinking cold porridge while purring, and asked the man about the result of yesterday's discussion with great interest.
Wen Rujue drank the porridge in the bowl in two mouthfuls: "The grain is divided into two parts, one part is divided equally by the whole village, and the other part is given to the base as the spring protection fee."
The negotiation process was somewhat unpleasant.
A small group of villagers headed by Wen Fangfang did not agree to hand over half to the base.
Wen Fangfang kept saying that grandma was her own grandma, and she wanted a quarter of it alone.
Who gave her face?
Wen Rujue was so disgusted that he beat her up for the first time.
Wen Fangfang burst into tears, and none of the villagers helped her. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Wen Ruxuan was favored and helped Wen Fangfang. What if the Land Bodhisattva did not bless them?
Besides, they really wanted to beat Wen Fangfang.
A total of 150 catties of grain seeds were collected, and a quarter was required to be opened, and part of the rest had to be handed over to the base. Each household received less than half a catty of grain seeds.
It is even more impossible not to hand over the base.
There are wooden warehouses and Zigongdan in the base. If you can starve to death by yourself, why watch them eat their fill?
Those who agree with Wen Fangfang are really confused by shit.
Wen Ruzhuan didn't say these things to upset his wife, so he went to the orchard to plant the corn kernels he got after eating.
Other villagers planted earlier, and green seedlings have sprouted all over the mountains and fields at this time.
The little donkey is measuring the height of the corn seedlings with a ruler.
The food in their family was about to run out, and the "corn paste" cooked in the evening was so clear that people could be seen, and it disappeared after rolling in the stomach.
His stomach started to growl again, Xiao Yunxing next to him patted his son's head: "Hey, bear with it, after a while I picked corn cakes for you to eat."
The little donkey looked up excitedly: "Do you want to add sugar?"
Xiao Yunxing paused with her touching hand, and twisted her son's ears instead: "It's a good idea, where is the white sugar at home, can you add me to it?"
"Oh, mom, it hurts, it hurts, don't add it if you don't add it, it's so fierce", the tigress.
Wei Feng, who was in the field next door, twitched his lips and said to his daughter, "When the corn is cooked, Dad will also bake you corn cakes, corn cakes with sugar."
Xiao Hemiao grinned happily, and when her father baked sugar pancakes, she gave half of them to the little donkey.
Uncle Ba and several other young people in the village sent the remaining grain seeds to the base.
The base didn't take it seriously at first. Seeing that Uncle Eight was so confident, he reluctantly gave him a chance to prove it.
Uncle Ba took a hoe and dug the ground at the gate of the base. Many people came out to watch the excitement. The food in the base became less and less, more and more people were unemployed, and everyone was bored.
The eighth uncle was not stage fright at all, so he planted the seeds, and the old god was sitting on the cart in the village smoking a cigarette.
He has kept this cigarette for two years, and usually takes it out to smell the smell, and he is not willing to smoke it. Today is a good day, and it is time to show it off.
The young soldiers guarding the gate couldn't bear the smell, so the old man should be proud, as the seedlings won't emerge after a while, and some have time to cry.
The waiting time was extremely long, and the onlookers came and went, and came again.
The sun sets and the moon rises.
The deserted moonlight shone on Uncle Ba.
The old man squeezed the butt of his cigarette, drooling in his sleep.
The soldiers yawned too.
I don't know who shouted "the seedlings have emerged."
This sentence is like cold water dripping into a frying pan, and the crowd suddenly became noisy.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me see, it really sprouted."
"It's so green and shiny."
"Bodhisattva bless you, tomorrow I have to go and offer incense to the Earth Bodhisattva."
The eyes of several soldiers were bigger than cows.
He held his breath and walked over, lightly touched the seedlings that had just pushed out of the ground, and tears immediately came down: "It's true, it's really corn seedlings."
"Go and report to the leader."
"Xiao Liu, your legs are fast, you go."
Liu Kaide responded and ran to the General Office. His father was saved.
In order to leave food for the children, the old man hadn't eaten for two days and was so hungry that he couldn't stand up.
All the leaders of the base who could talk came quickly.
In this short period of time, the corn seedlings in the field rushed up another inch.
The leader, Xie Ang, immediately made a decision that the protection fee for the next two quarters would not be charged, and he held Eighth Uncle's hand like a brother: "Brother, please tell me how the grain seeds come from?"
Uncle Ba swallowed his cigarette butt: "The story has to start more than 40 years ago."
Immediately, Uncle Ba talked about the fusion and processing of what the villagers said last night.
Let's talk about how kind Grandma Wen was when she was alive, and then talk about the abnormalities that happened after her death.
What a golden dragon flies from Wen's house to the sky, eight palanquins carry the Land Bodhisattva to visit the village, and the Land Bodhisattva entrusts dreams to future generations, etc.
The leaders of the base were stunned for a moment. Xie Ang was superstitious, but now he believed it even more.
He is a rural kid, and he lived in the countryside with his grandparents when he was young. At that time, Xia Tian's favorite things in summer were sticking cicada monkeys with bamboo poles and fishing in the water.
Once he went fishing with other little furry children.
Everyone stripped naked and jumped into the water, which somehow compares to holding your breath underwater.
He was driven ashore to serve as a referee because he held his breath too hard.
The other children held their noses and sank into the water. Less than ten seconds later, Fat Erwa broke out of the water crying: "Something is pulling my feet, help, help."
Hearing the crying children surfacing one after another, he looked around, everyone was there, and no one was pulling fat Erba: "Stop pretending."
"Help, help..."
Fat Erwa's face turned pale, not pretending, they hurried to grab Fat Erwa's hand, the thing that pulled Fat Erwa was extremely powerful, none of the seven of them won.
Fortunately, an adult passed by, otherwise they might all have to explain where they are.
The adults said that the fat second baby's ankles were entangled by water plants, but he didn't believe it, how could the water plants get entangled with finger prints?
A group of base leaders followed Bashu back to the village to worship the Bodhisattva.
The floor tiles of the Earth Temple were wiped spotless by the villagers, and the grave of Grandma Wen was filled with incense and wax.
The corn seedlings connecting the Earth Temple and Grandma Wen’s tomb stretch out in the evening breeze.
Wen Rujue, who was working in the orchard, was also called to the Earth Temple, only to find that Wen Fangfang and Su Ping were there.
Wen Fangfang clung to Shen Yichun's side, acting like a little girl.
Shen Yichun was so fed up, he was riding a tiger right now, he had originally planned to distance himself from this woman after finishing the cliché, but now... if he really wanted to do that, his uncle would have to turn his back on him.
"Xiao Wen, come and sit down," Uncle Eight warmly greeted Wen Rujuan.
What's the point of Wen Ruyi, a group of middle-aged and elderly people in their thirties are standing, and he is a young guy sitting like something: "If you have anything to say, stand up and talk."
Xie Ang didn't put on leadership airs either: "Xiao Wen, would you like to work in the base laboratory?"
"No, I didn't go to college, why should I go?"
"We decided to set aside a separate office in the laboratory to worship the Land Bodhisattva. If you go, you will be responsible for incense every morning and evening."
Wen Ruzhu: "...then I won't go either."
"why?"
"My wife is in the village."
"You can arrange your wife as an assistant."
"Forget it, we are doing well in the village."
"He doesn't want to go, but I do," Wen Fangfang jumped out, "I'm grandma's granddaughter, and grandma will protect me."
Xie Ang was really moved, Wen Rujue really convinced Wen Fangfang, how easy is it to take advantage of the base?If you can't provide one, two, three, can you take advantage of it for nothing?
"There is still work in the field, so I'll go first."
Wen Fangfang's bargaining voice disappeared into the air behind her.
When Wen Ruzhe came home, Wei Yan had just made dumplings.
Half of the leek egg filling and half of the luncheon meat and cowpea filling.
"Big brother, go light the fire."
"Okay, let me wash my hands."
Put the dumplings on the steamer, and Wei Yan started to adjust the dipping sauce again.
Chop the garlic and put it into a bowl, add chili noodles, pepper noodles and white sesame seeds, then pour the hot oil into it, stir quickly, when the oil is cold, add a little balsamic vinegar and put chopped green onion.
The steam from the pot blurred Wen Ruyi's eyes.
In a trance, he saw the shadow of his grandma on Wei Yan.
Xiaohan smelled the fragrance and became restless, rubbing his small body against his father's calf.
Wei Yan almost tripped over it: "Unlucky boy."
Xiaohan made a tender coquettish sound from his nasal cavity, Wei Yan's heart softened, so he got some leftover luncheon meat to feed it.
Xiaohan ate his head and shook his head, his tail was raised high.