Chapter 164 What is accepting fate?
In the end, Xu Minghui still insisted on going out with Xu Yu.
He glared at Xu Yu with a sullen face, his usually calm expression now filled with rage. "That's the Northwest Camp! There are two hundred thousand soldiers stationed there. How dare you say you can sneak in and take one person out and get away with it? What the hell are you thinking?!"
Faced with his sudden anger, Xu Yu appeared very calm.
He said lightly, "What happened to the Northwest Camp?"
"The patrol and rotation rules of the military camp were established by my father. Do you think I can get in but not out?"
No one is more familiar with the situation in the camp than him.
Even though he had never actually set foot in the Northwest Camp, he could still get in and out.
Xu Minghui was speechless for a moment and his face turned red. Xu Yu said in a calm tone: "Do as I told you before. Don't worry about anything else."
"As for Chen Nianhe..."
"I have my own way of dealing with it."
Xu Yu had made up his mind and Xu Minghui was helpless.
He subconsciously looked at the silent Sang Zhixia and asked in surprise, "Can't you persuade him?"
It's already this late, can't those who can manage it do a little more?!
Sang Zhixia raised her eyelids and looked at him with a calm gaze: "What advice do you want to give me?"
"Didn't he say he was sure?"
Xu Minghui's expression was blank and he was completely speechless.
Sang Zhixia grabbed Xu Yu's hand and placed the dagger he had given her on his. He lowered his eyes and said, "Grandfather is still ill. Don't cause unnecessary trouble."
"I'll be waiting for your news at home."
Xu Yu stretched out his finger and gently scratched the tip of her nose, then took the reins and jumped on the horse.
Xu Minghui found a way to borrow the horse from a gambling house, and the two men and two horses soon disappeared at the end of the village.
Mrs. Lin, who had just returned from outside, saw this and hesitated: "Xia Xia, is your grandfather's illness still not healed?"
It was no secret in the village that the old man of the Xu family was ill.
After all, the Xu family has been seeing doctors more frequently than they have been eating lately, so the villagers can't help but ask a few questions when they see them.
Sang Zhixia forced a smile: "It's still the same. The doctor said it will be fine if I take good care of it."
Mrs. Lin patted her shoulder comfortingly and said, "Your old man is a rare good man, warm-hearted and fair. Everyone in the village remembers his kindness. He will surely be able to turn misfortune into good fortune and turn disaster into blessing."
Perhaps fearing Sang Zhixia's sadness, Sister Lin quickly said, "By the way, didn't you try to find some good Fritillaria cirrhosa for the old man? My family knows a few people who frequently go into the mountains to collect herbs. I'd like to ask if there's any good ones for you."
Sang Zhixia thanked him sincerely, puffed out her cheeks and exhaled slowly after entering the house.
Just hope everything goes well...
Before she could catch her breath, she heard Uncle Xu's voice calling from afar: "Xia Xia! Xia girl!"
"Hey, Uncle San, I'm here."
Uncle Xu ran so hard he was out of breath that he had to hold onto the door frame to catch his breath. He gestured with his hands and mouth several times before he could barely keep up. "There seems to be something wrong with the rice plants in the fields at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Come with me to take a look!"
Sang Zhixia's eyebrows twitched when she heard this.
"What happened? Why is it wrong?"
Uncle Xu himself couldn't see anything wrong, but the old farmer who was hired to do the work was experienced.
He thought of the old farmer's words and, suppressing his fear, said, "Uncle Gu said the rice seedlings were infested with insects, but I don't see any insects anywhere!"
When Sang Zhixia heard this, she secretly cried out in her heart that something was wrong. Without even waiting to go back into the house, she said to Xu Wenxiu who had hurried out, "Grandma, you and the two aunts stay home to take care of Grandpa. Uncle San and I will go check on the fields."
"Uncle San, let's talk while we walk."
Xu Wenxiu watched Sang Zhixia walk away eagerly. Then he turned around to look at the unfinished meal on the stove and said with a wry smile, "This kid hasn't had a single meal..."
Sang Zhixia really didn't have time to eat at this time.
In the field, the old farmer, whom Uncle Xu called Uncle Gu, was over sixty years old. He was so skinny that he looked like a skeleton with only a layer of dry skin left. He would fall down if the wind blew.
But his hand holding the hoe was very strong.
Uncle Gu saw Sang Zhixia striding over and handed her the torn seedlings in his hand: "Take a look."
Sang Zhixia took the tender green seedlings and felt a small bulge on the grain of the seedling leaves. There were some residual white spider-web-like traces outside the bulge. When he pulled it open, he saw a small green worm wriggling inside.
Sang Zhixia's expression changed immediately.
Seeing that she seemed to understand the power of this thing, Uncle Gu grabbed the pipe from his waist, put it in his mouth, took a puff, exhaled white smoke and said, "This thing looks small, but it is a real big trouble."
"If an ordinary family's three or five mu of land was attacked by this harmful creature, they would cry for half a year, let alone your family's two hundred mu of land."
The more land there is, the more nutrients are available to pests.
The more vast and fertile the arable land, the more alarming the rate at which pests spread and breed.
When the Xu family was reclaiming the land, they intentionally merged the two hundred acres of land for the convenience of subsequent management. Almost all of them were connected. If this kind of insect appeared in one piece of land, it is almost imaginable that a few months later there would be a terrible scene with pests flying all over the sky.
Uncle Gu no longer saw the gloom in Sang Zhixia's eyes and Uncle Xu's disbelief. He turned around and looked at the fields that stretched as far as the eye could see, with a look of regret and distress.
"What a pity, we can't keep so many rare and good seedlings."
In other words, the Xu family has been working in vain for the past six months.
Uncle Xu was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground. He said tremblingly, "This... didn't we just discover this? Can't we just pull out the infested rice seedlings? Why can't we do this?"
"pull?"
Uncle Gu said jokingly, "If you can pull out this one, can you find and pull out all the others in the field? What if you miss some?"
One fish that slips through the net may affect all of them, and you may still lose everything in the end after wasting time and energy.
Uncle Gu, who has been working with the soil all his life, gave the most pertinent advice based on his experience: "The best thing to do now is to pull out the seedlings that are obviously infested with insects. Don't waste time looking for more. Let nature take its course and wait for them to grow again."
"You all did your part. It's no one's fault. Just accept your fate."
If a year's hard work is really wasted, it can only be attributed to bad timing and bad luck.
How can human power fight against nature?
Most of the old farmers who were used to seeing the rise and fall of things in the fields thought so. Uncle Xu's face turned pale when he heard this.
It's easy to say that it's bad luck, but the seedlings in the farmland before their eyes are the result of half a year's hard work and most of the Xu family's wealth. An older person can withstand such a failure, but what about Sang Zhixia?
The little girl had put the most effort into the farming. If something went wrong, what would a teenager do...
Uncle Xu felt a lump in his throat and couldn't bear to think about it anymore.
Sang Zhixia slowly clenched the seedlings in her hand, which still looked normal, and said solemnly, "No, there's still time."
"There is another way."
Accept your fate?
What is that?
Sang Zhixia accepts everything except his fate.
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