They have no conscience.
Chen Gui: "Meat is too precious these days. I know what you mean, you mean return the few eggs from my family, right? That's too much, far too much."
He was about to reach out and push the bowl back.
Chen Xian smiled and asked, "Will we still be seeing each other, Uncle Gui?"
He leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "I have something important to discuss with Uncle Gui."
Seeing his mysterious demeanor, Chen Gui immediately lost his appetite.
The bowls and chopsticks are placed on the table.
As soon as the adults left, the children in the house, like wild dogs that hadn't eaten for three days, started grabbing pieces of meat one by one.
The old lady scolded, "Leave a piece for your grandfather."
Chen Qingshan also left the table.
Pick up a piece of meat, put it in your mouth, and savor it carefully.
There was a lot of oil in it, and it even had a slightly sweet taste. Could it be that they added sugar?
Sugar is such a precious thing, what a waste!
However, it really is quite delicious.
The three of them stood in the vegetable garden outside.
Looking at the slightly yellow ears of wheat.
A gentle breeze blows, creating tiny ripples.
The wind even messed up the hair of the three of them.
Chen Xian said calmly, "I wonder if Uncle Gui has noticed that there have been a few yellow insects appearing in the fields recently?"
Chen Gui was taken aback at first, then seemed to think of something terrible.
He ran to the wheat field in a few steps.
He looked down as if searching for something.
Chen Qingshan was also thinking of something terrible.
He bent down and searched in another wheat field.
Not long after.
Chen Qingshan exclaimed in astonishment, "There really is!"
He pinched the locust's wings with his fingers, and the insect kept biting his fingers, trying to escape.
Chen Jinshan threw the insect on the ground and twisted it a little with his straw sandal.
Immediately, the yellow-green juice burst open.
The insect slept peacefully.
Chen Gui stood with his hands behind his back.
He held two or three locusts in his palm.
He kept sighing.
"Damn bugs."
"Everyone's harvest will be halved this year."
Chen Qingshan hesitated slightly.
"Father, these are just a few insects, they shouldn't cause a locust plague, right?"
Chen Gui sighed.
“In previous years, there have been a few locusts, but a locust plague like this hasn’t happened for many years. I’m not sure now.”
Chen Xian calmly said, "I have a plan that can minimize the reduction in production caused by the locust plague."
Chen Gui: "Early harvesting?"
Chen Xian nodded.
Chen Qingshan shook his head.
"No, we can't do that. The locust plague is still uncertain, but it could really happen. The wheat is still growing rapidly, and these last two weeks are crucial. If we harvest it early, the yield will definitely be greatly reduced."
Chen Xian calmly said, "If a locust swarm really comes, Qingshan, do you think the locusts will eat faster or we will harvest faster?"
Chen Qingshan was speechless for a moment.
Needless to say, how can human hands outrun the mouths of thousands upon thousands of locusts?
Chen Gui walked back and forth in the fields.
a long time.
Finally, I had to make the next difficult decision.
"If the wheat is harvested ahead of schedule, I will explain the situation to the county magistrate, including the possible locust plague, and tell him to prepare for it and how to deal with it."
When I get back, I will call a village meeting to urge everyone to start harvesting the wheat ahead of schedule.
Chen Qingshan became anxious.
Will the villagers agree?
Chen Gui calmly said, "Let them be. Anyway, I have informed them in advance. The final choice is theirs. I will not force them to harvest the grain. No one can be sure whether the locust plague will come. We are just gambling."
Chen Qingshan: "Dad, didn't you say that the county magistrate doesn't meddle in other people's business? We went up to him to discuss the drought, but nothing came of it."
Chen Gui sighed, "The county magistrate was parachuted in from above, while the county clerk has been running things in Lushang County for decades. You know, it's difficult for the county magistrate to get anything done."
It was only then that Chen Xian suddenly remembered that when he was selling liangpi (cold skin noodles), the people around him said that the county magistrate had taken on the job of repairing the city wall. Such a political achievement was quite intriguing.
Chen Xian was thinking about what kind of food he should make recently.
My thoughts drift to the wheat fields in June, where villagers carry steamed buns, pickled vegetables, fermented bean curd, and a dozen or so bottles of beer scooped from the well. Scattered around the edge of the field are a dozen or so preserved eggs, snacks to replenish their energy after a rest.
People would take off one of their cloth shoes, put it under their bottoms, sit on the ground, knock the beer bottle open with their teeth, and drink it down.
It felt as if all the fatigue had been relieved.
They were chatting and laughing, having a great time.
Chen Xian chuckled, knowing what to eat next.
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