The crowd around was furious, banging the table and shouting, and many dishes and chopsticks were smashed.
Zhang Lingyin nodded with satisfaction in the crowd. After finishing a whole plate of fruit wood roast duck, he stood up and left.
If nothing unexpected happens, Huichuntang's reputation will soon be ruined, and Ning Caijun should not implicate innocent people and cause harm to others.
While thinking, I suddenly felt a black wind blowing out from a house. There was no evil spirit, but it was indeed strange.
"oh!"
Zhang Ling let out a light exclamation and secretly chased after him, wanting to see where the black wind was going.
Soon, he chased to a field somewhere. He didn't see Heifeng, but he saw an old man driving a cow to pull a plow to plow the field.
I looked up at the sky. It was clearly late at night, with a dark moon and strong winds. Why were there still people farming in the middle of the night?
Looking over with his magical eyes, he could sense a faint sense of strangeness. Zhang Ling smiled knowingly and strode over, waving his folding fan.
"Old man, you are plowing the fields alone!" Zhang Ling asked with a smile as he stood by the field.
The old man said, "It's spring now. I have no wife or children, so I'm all alone."
Zhang Ling nodded, looked at the buffalo in the field and said, "Old man, why is this plow bigger than usual?"
The old man chuckled, whipped the ox hard, and said, "Young man, you've never worked the land before! You see my plow is huge, but you don't know that the soil is very hard. Only a lot of force can break up the soil, so that you can sow the seeds and wait for a good harvest next year."
"But you're beating the buffalo so hard, aren't you afraid of breaking it?"
"If we don't do this, the buffalo won't work hard, so how can we plow the hard soil?"
Zhang Ling seemed lost in thought and continued, "Old man, from what I understand, the soil in your field is so hard. I'm afraid it's never been cultivated before! Why are you planning to plant it this year?"
The old man replied, "A good field doesn't need hard soil, and a good field doesn't need late plowing. As long as you have strong oxen and a big plow, who would be afraid of not being able to plow the field?"
Zhang Ling waved his folding fan and said with a smile, "Forgive my limited knowledge, but I've never seen anyone farming so late at night like you. Do you have some unique secret technique?"
"What's the secret? Some people like to plow during the day, some like to plow at night. So when is the field not plowed?"
"Old man, even though that's true, the buffalo needs to rest! If you don't let it sleep in the middle of the night and instead work hard on the farm, won't it be useless soon?"
"Young man, this land will become loose after a few plowings. Why does it need a buffalo to plow it every day? Look at me making this buffalo work tirelessly tonight. You won't see it eating, drinking, or resting well on normal days."
Zhang Ling found it more interesting after hearing this. He put away his folding fan, jumped into the field, and stared at the big buffalo with his eyes fixed.
I have to say that it is indeed a good helper who is willing to work hard. It pulls a big plow and gallops across the fields. The more painful it is when the old man whips it, the faster the buffalo moves.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
