Chapter 202: Three people make a tiger, the ancients are not deceiving me
Sang Zhixia was anxious to ask, but Xu Yu calmly patted the back of her hand and whispered, "No rush."
"I'll tell you later."
Sang Zhixia looked around in confusion. Before he could ask, Uncle Xu, who had received the news at the winery, rushed over in a hurry.
"My son! I heard that over a thousand pounds of our grain was stolen. Is this true?!"
Uncle Xu was shocked: "Our house is being targeted by thieves?!"
He stole over a thousand pounds in one go. Is this a ruthless thief?!
Uncle Xu's shock was written all over his face, and Sang Zhixia was even more confused after hearing this.
She blinked and said, "Uncle San, it's true that our house was robbed, but where did you hear that over a thousand pounds were stolen?"
Uncle Xu said without hesitation: "Your uncle Wang said so!"
Sang Zhixia: "Who told you that, Uncle Wang?"
Uncle Xu touched the back of his head and said, "It seems to be your Aunt Xue?"
Sang Zhixia: "Aunt Xue?"
She clearly remembered that on the way here, she and Xu Yu met Aunt Xue.
At that time, Aunt Xue held her hand with a sad face and condemned the thief who stole 800 kilograms of rice with her heartache.
Sang Zhixia seriously explained at the time that no 800 kilograms were stolen, really not.
It only took a short while, and it was already rumored to be over a thousand pounds???
Sang Zhixia and Uncle Xu stared at each other, anxiety and speechlessness flowing silently in the air, and they were silent for a long time.
Xu Yu tutted his words, narrowed his eyes, and commented calmly, "Three people make a tiger. The ancients were not deceiving me."
Rumors really can't be trusted.
Xu Yu had just sighed in the threshing ground about the fear of people's words, and when he walked out of the threshing ground, he ran into the old man who came there after hearing the news.
The old man frowned and looked towards the granary in the threshing ground. He said solemnly, "I heard someone said our granary was robbed."
The silence stretched on even longer. The old man's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Was it really stolen? Where did such a bold thief come from?!"
Uncle Xu, who had already figured out the situation, wiped his face with his hands, feeling both amused and helpless, and walked over to explain a few words.
Only then did the old man feel relieved.
"Ah, it turns out it wasn't just stolen, it was hundreds of pounds that were stolen... Even hundreds of pounds won't do!"
The old man said with a stern face, "These are the grains that we harvested with great effort from our fields. Not to mention hundreds of kilograms, even a few kilograms or a few grains should not fall into the hands of such people!"
"We can't just let this go!"
The old man had heard about some people taking advantage of the opportunity to steal things along the ridge before. They were all minor incidents. Sang Zhixia didn't say anything, so the old man didn't bother to ask more questions.
But it can't develop into what it is now.
The old man said: "Kindness does not manage the family, and righteousness does not manage wealth. This is an eternal old saying."
"I shouldn't have blamed you for the theft today, but you should also think carefully. If you had done something when someone first stole a few melons and dates from our crops, and stopped this trend, wouldn't we have been spared the disaster we're facing today?"
"I know you're all busy, but no matter how busy you are, you can't neglect the rules. Some breaches, once opened, are difficult to repair. We must not tolerate such practices!"
"Especially you, Xia girl!"
Sang Zhixia lowered his head and accepted the instruction with a look of resignation. The old man was so worried that he went to the granary himself to take a look around.
The old man is really distressed.
When he heard that the thieves who stole the grain had poured a lot of rice on the ground and a lot of grain was wasted, he was so angry that his eyebrows were twitching.
The more you work in the fields, the more you realize that every grain of rice is worth a lot of hard work.
Not to mention the shameful act of stealing, even wasting food is extremely hateful!
Xu Yu was afraid that the old man would get angry and have something happen, so he hurried over to support him and whispered, "Grandfather, I have a rough idea of what's going on. I'll have news soon."
The old man was furious but couldn't bear to delay their business any longer. He said with a gloomy face, "Are you serious?"
Xu Yu: "That's absolutely true."
The old man finally calmed down and said before leaving, "You are very tired during the day, so go to the winery to rest at night. There is no need to go back home."
As a result, he and the old lady were the only ones left at home.
Xu Yu's eyes flickered slightly but he said nothing.
Uncle Xu was a little worried: "Father, can you handle Mother's situation alone?"
"What's wrong with that?"
The old man glanced at him and said, "She can smash the bowl on your heads, but can she smash it on me?"
Uncle Xu, who was hit the most, was stunned for a moment, then took a breath and said, "That's right."
"Then father, leave the door open for me. I'll go over and take a look in the middle of the night. If there's nothing wrong, I'll come back."
The old man nodded in agreement, then slowly walked home with his hands behind his back.
There was no time to waste at the winery, so Uncle Xu hurried back.
Anyway, no blind thief would dare to come here in broad daylight, so Sang Zhixia didn't care about anything else and was anxious to check the harvest in the field.
Harvesting rice requires sunny days. Every sunny day in autumn is a blessing from God.
If you don't move when the weather is good, it will be more troublesome if it rains.
Before they went to the fields, Uncle Gu's face was as gloomy as he repeatedly assured them that he would take good care of the granary. Xu Yu looked at the pipe in his hand that was lit to refresh himself, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
Large swathes of rice in the field fell neatly under the sharp sickles, and the people behind quickly tied the harvested rice into bundles. The people waiting behind immediately threw them on their shoulders and carried them briskly to the mule cart waiting on the side.
The loaded mule cart slowly moved forward and turned towards the threshing ground.
Today, the harvested rice will be threshed to remove the grains, and then spread out on the flat ground covered with several layers of oilcloth to be exposed to the sun, waiting to be husked and turned into white rice.
According to the process set by Sang Zhixia, these skilled workers can harvest and thresh 15 acres of land in one day, and the remaining rice will be harvested in four days at most.
Sang Zhixia bent down and picked up a fallen ear of rice. He placed it in his hand, pinched the husk, and frowned to himself: "The grains harvested here are not very plump, so the quality of the threshed rice will not be very good."
"By the way, have you sorted the rice into bags according to quality? Have you marked them?"
"I've done it all."
Xu Yu raised his hand to push down her lifted straw hat and said, "They are divided into three grades: high, medium and low according to their appearance, and are also sorted and bagged for storage."
Sang Zhixia felt relieved and whispered, "Different qualities mean different prices."
"Once we develop a variety of grain with a distinct taste, we can then set aside an area specifically for growing that type of grain."
Her main goal is to find crops that can increase yields.
But the taste of products with large production volume will not be special, and the production volume of special and unique products will not be large. You cannot have your cake and eat it too.
Those with large output can make small profits but quick turnover by relying on huge quantities, while those with special taste and small output can target large producers with precise and targeted methods.
The profit gained from mixing the meals of ordinary people and the exquisite and expensive small bowls of rice of wealthy families is far from being small.
Sang Zhixia doesn't want to miss any opportunity to make money.
She racked her brains for a long time, then suddenly turned to look at Xu Yu: "You haven't answered the question I asked you just now."
"Do you have a way to catch the thief?"
If it were anything else, Sang Zhixia wouldn't care whether he knew about it or not, but not in this case.
Dared to break into her granary and steal her rice, the thief must pay the price!
Hearing the rage in her words, Xu Yu imitated her and squatted down and said, "Uncle Gu changed his pipe. I heard that the tobacco inside was given by my nephew. Did you see it?"
Sang Zhixia didn't notice and looked puzzled: "Really?"
"Is this a weird change?"
“It’s not strange to change this.”
Xu Yu straightened up slightly and motioned to the person carrying the rice stack to hand it to him. He picked up a large bundle in one hand and placed it on the bed of the mule cart. Then he walked back to Sang Zhixia and whispered, "Ordinary tobacco leaves would be fine, but the tobacco leaves in that bag are unusual. Isn't that strange?"
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