Chapter 47 (Three Updates in One)
When the truth was finally revealed, the remaining twenty-three young men were dumbfounded. As the man hesitated, the young men were about to rush over and attack him, but the old Party secretary and their production team leader, standing nearby, saw through his plan. The young men then began to swarm together, like twenty or so fat, healthy quails.
In fact, people at that time were generally a bit stupid. It was not because they were not smart enough, but because the environment was simple. I have never seen anyone who could be so black-hearted and vicious.
Captain Changgen of Liangzigou was unwilling to argue with this man even a word, his heart as cold as if he had fallen into an ice hole.
No matter how bad his maternal grandparents were, they still raised him to this age out of consideration for their deceased daughter. No matter how poor Liangzigou was, the land had provided him with food and shelter for ten years. Besides, he could easily gather a group of twenty or so young men. Could it be said that the villagers ostracized him? He was such a bad bastard. His vendetta was completely unfounded. He harbored hatred for people from other villages, yet he used the lives of his own brothers as stepping stones, aiming to bring disaster upon the entire village. He deserved no mercy—not until he was shot!
After all, the Liangzigou Brigade was close by, so before Huang Dazhuang and the people from the commune arrived, their brigade leader had already arrived with dozens of people.
The people of Liangzigou basically moved their entire village here. Their team leader's surname is Liang, and Captain Liang's forehead is full of sweat and lawsuits!
He and the Party Secretary were originally working together to fill the gap in the winter grain reserves. When the Party Secretary went to block the door of the commune to talk about the relief grain, he went to the nearest Jinjiayao Commune to find some work for the able-bodied laborers in the village.
The brick kilns of Jinjiayao Commune are busiest and most labor-intensive this season. They need workers for brick making, throwing, unloading, and firing. Unloading is the hottest, most tiring, and somewhat dangerous work, but the pay is the same as for other jobs. Since no one wants to do it, Captain Liang grabbed the twenty or so temporary unloading positions. Even after securing the jobs, no one was particularly happy. After all, the brick kilns pay wages in cash, often even in exchange for bricks. While farmers rarely have cash, they really don't want to ask for it when food is scarce! Why else? Money can't buy food right now! Those in the city who have money but no food coupons can still buy grain at high prices on the black market, but can a group of old farmers really get their hands on it?
The brick kiln, like selecting animals, selected the twenty strongest men from the forty or so men Captain Liang had called in. They also asked Captain Liang to make another trip today to bring their bedding, saying they would start work tomorrow and would not be allowed to leave. They were supposed to stay and learn the ropes now. Who knew what they meant? They were just working for half a day for nothing.
Captain Liang, holding back his anger, tried to argue a bit, but the villagers arrived on mules, sounding like they were annoyed. They were complaining about a young, ignorant gang that had engaged in a fight with the Buxian Village gang, with injuries on both sides. The second captain, who had led the team to deal with the situation, had also been detained. With such a serious incident, Captain Liang couldn't afford to argue with the brick kiln for a few trivial matters. He quickly headed back. The twenty temporary workers, worried about their own children at home—who knew if any of them were injured?—just threw up their hands and followed the team leader back home. As they left, the kiln leader was even shouting at them, saying their team was ungrateful and that there were plenty of other people eager to do the job!
"Whoever wants to do it can do it. I can't just ignore my sons because they can't do the work for two months!" A big man ran and cursed. His sons were all big and strong, and looked like thorns. Who knew how many of them would be involved in the matter with Buxiantun this time.
The guy the second captain had sent back to report the incident was honest and forthright. He explained everything clearly on the way, stating that they were entirely at fault, and that the backbones of these families were completely bent. They didn't return to the village first, but instead headed straight from Jinjiayao to Buxiantun. Their hurried journey had worn the soles of their shoes thin. As soon as they reached the entrance to Buxiantun, the militia on guard politely invited them to the cotton fields.
"It's bad!" Captain Liang thought to himself, after something like this happened, it was normal for them to look down on their family. If they adopted such an official attitude, it would probably mean that there would be no amicable solution, or the young man in our family would be killed, or the public authorities would be alarmed.
But how do I get it to the cotton field?
Before reaching the destination, Captain Liang saw from afar a person hanging from a tall tree at the edge of the cotton field in Bushantun, with his head facing downwards. Although his face could not be seen clearly, it was definitely a young man from Liangzigou.
"How can this be considered lynching?" The men of Liangzigou refused to admit it and rushed over shouting. If one of them is hung, what will happen to the others?
When they arrived at the edge of the field, the forty-something people were dumbfounded. This was not a tall tree at all. It was just a small tree fork that had been split by the tree they had just pushed down and then stuck into the ground. Only a few large branches were left on the bare tree, and a person was hanging on the thick trunk that was four or five meters above the ground. They were standing below, face to face with the hanging person.
"Who the hell came up with this trick?" someone cursed. How could they get the person down? Cutting the rope wouldn't cut it. Climbing the tree didn't work, but the tree wasn't deep enough, and if it fell, it would hit the person hanging. The only way to save the person was to dig the tree out and lay it down. But the tree was huge, almost as thick as a man's waist, making it difficult to hold onto it.
"No! Where are the others? Where is my kid?" Someone looked around. This was the westernmost end of the cotton field. Looking at the bare cotton plants in the field, all the cotton bolls had been picked. Except for the one hanging on the tree, no one else could be seen.
The young militiaman who led the way smiled with his white teeth and pointed to the endless cotton fields: "It's all inside."
"This guy," Wang Sanping glanced at the man who was hanging with his eyes and mouth shut, "our aunt said he should control the bad water in his head."
"What?" Captain Liang stopped the men who were rushing to rescue the man. Although the man was hung up, his mouth was not gagged. If he had any grievances, he would have complained to his family long ago.
Wang Sanping was still laughing: "I kept him hanging because I was afraid you would get angry and beat him to death."
"..." After listening to Wang Sanping reciting quotations from the classics, repeating what the twenty-three young men said, what the captain of the Liangzigou Production Team 2 said, and what the old branch secretary and his aunt said, these men were breathing heavily and clenched their fists. If they were on the ground, they would really want to punch each of them to death!
This is really a little bit of a joke, it really opened my eyes!
Captain Liang calmed down for a while with a stern face before calling Wang Sanping: "Take me to find your branch secretary." No matter what, the remaining 23 troublemakers had to be fished out.
Wang Sanping picked up the wooden whistle hanging around his neck and blew twice: "Our cotton fields stretch out for ten miles. It will take forever to walk there. It's a waste of time."
Captain Liang was about to say that Jinjiayao was nearly thirty miles from Buxiantun, and that they could reach it in an hour or so if they ran. As long as the young people in his family were safe, running for such a short time wouldn't be a big deal. But just as he opened his mouth, he saw several large animals pulling carts running towards him in the distance. Wow, the smoke and dust they raised was even faster than their team's most prized big blue mules.
Only when they got closer did they notice the two big horns on its head that looked like tree branches. Captain Liang and others dazedly got on the cart pulled by the moose that was rumored to have come down the mountain to repay its gratitude to Buxiantun.
"This guy doesn't need anyone to drive him?" Captain Liang asked. Wouldn't that mean he is smarter than mules and horses?
Moose are smarter than mules, but they cannot understand human language. Wang Sanping pointed to a small fox cub clinging to the moose's back and said, "This is the deer herder." The caracal and Lin Xinghuo were picking cotton bolls in the field, so they gave the simple and glorious task of "deer herder" to the fox son.
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and warned, "Our village is different from other places. Any animal that runs out of the village, whether it's a fox, a marten, or a bobcat, is not allowed to be chased or frightened, let alone caught or hurt! Remember this clearly, don't come back crying after getting taught a lesson!" He didn't mention the other bee colonies, moose, wolves, and tigers. He didn't dare to provoke these people if he met them.
“……?” What does that mean? It’s like the brick kiln leader just warned the temporary workers to abide by the rules.
Wang Sanping just added: "Anyway, you just need to take care of the people in your team." It doesn't matter if you don't take it seriously. These little animals raised by the little fairy are very smart. If someone has bad intentions, not only will they not be able to hurt them, but they will also be punished by the little fairy.
The moose walked quickly and quickly, and met people before he said a few words. Several men in the car came to help. Captain Liang stood on the cart and called out to the people in his team who were picking cotton bolls in the field. However, the man pointed back, waved his hand, and then lowered his head to pick cotton bolls again.
Captain Liang was full of questions. Why were they still working in someone else's brigade's fields?
When Wang Sanping was asked, the young militiaman just smiled and called to the fox cub squatting on the deer in front: "Little Beiguo, let's go!" The fox patted the moose with its big paws, and the cart started moving again.
Captain Liang shuddered in disgust at Wang Sanping's tone, then asked, as if to observe a foreign scene, "Why are the foxes in your village so famous?"
Wang Sanping nodded proudly, pointing to the small backpack made of soft wicker on Fox's back and said, "The one carrying this is Beiguo, the eldest of the litter; the one carrying nothing is the second one, Dingbao; the one with a small mouth and a big belly is the youngest, Tiyang."
Lin Xinghuo accidentally discovered that the moose with the most human contact grew the fastest in spirituality. The head moose, in particular, seemed to recognize the nickname "Big Buddy" because the locals called it. From then on, whenever someone said those three words, the head moose would call back, and everyone praised its cleverness. As a result, amidst all the praise and recognition, the head moose's spirituality blossomed rapidly, surpassing even that simpleton, Da Huang. The caracal said that within two years, the head moose would enter the spiritual gathering stage and become a spiritual beast.
So Lin Xinghuo simply spread the names of all the animals in his household, letting the villagers call them by their names. It was then that he realized the three fox cubs had the most proper names. The others: the mighty male tiger was called Huahua, the sturdy and agile wolf was called Dahuang, the sable washer was known as "Black Sable," and everyone had already gotten used to calling the golden ring bee by name... But the names of the Candle Dragon Gallbladder, the Spirit Lotus, and the Treasure Gourd Vine still had to be kept secret. Of course, Lin Xinghuo also discovered that speaking to fire spirits and spiritual plants did seem to help, but their species were destined to be difficult to awaken. In ancient times, the natural treasures of the demon race were so rare that even the caracals only knew them by legend.
Here, Wang Sanping was shaking his head and counting the names of the animals on his fingers to Captain Liang. Captain Liang's face beside him was frozen, and the men in the car moved their butts away from this abnormal young man.
Wang Sanping's mouth was as nimble as his legs. By the time he got to the cotton field led by the old branch secretary and Lin Xinghuo, he had explained everything.
"Secretary Chen, look..." Captain Liang jumped out of the car without waiting for it to stop. He rushed into the field, held the old secretary's hand and shook it up and down, pointing shamefully at the young men scattered in the cotton field.
There was also Captain Liang's nephew among them. Liang Sanying quickly lowered his head, hunched his waist and legs, and almost shrunk into the cotton plants. "Cough!" Jin Zhaodi, his partner in charge of this plot of land, coughed pretentiously, and Liang Sanying immediately stood up and began to pick peaches.
The old Party Secretary was very kind and amiable. He smiled and said, "Are you here?"
"Oh, you brought so many people with you."
Captain Liang was trying to explain that their team wasn't out to fight when he heard the old man shout to the front, "Chang Gen! Come and do something about it. Don't leave us standing there doing nothing."
Liang Changgen was the captain of the Liangzigou Production Team 2, and he addressed the old man as if he were from their village.
Captain Liang didn't understand, but he said quickly: "Don't be polite, I came here to apologize to the villagers of Buxiantun first. Should we discuss the matters of these children?" It would be better to talk about it before the police come.
The old Party Secretary waved his hands hurriedly: "You're welcome, you're welcome. I'll ask someone to accommodate you first."
What resettlement?
"Xiao Lin! Xiao Lin?" The old Party Secretary called out twice but received no response. He then explained, "This kid works incredibly fast. Needless to say, he's at the forefront again."
Before the old Party Secretary finished speaking, voices began to echo from the cotton fields: "Auntie! Auntie? The old Party Secretary is calling you!"
Captain Liang started to stare as he listened. He might not recognize other voices here, but he could recognize the voice of his own idiot Erying even if he covered his ears! You just call everyone "gu"?
Just as he was about to scold him, he saw the second captain of his own brigade, who was holding a bundle of rags, turned around and called out to the young girl who was running over, "Girl!"
"Your mother's aunt! Captain Liang's face turned red, he just felt embarrassed.
The second captain quickly winked at him, grabbed Captain Liang and tried to move aside. The old Party secretary of Buxian Village smiled and watched the two of them move aside and whisper.
Lin Xinghuo took the bundle of patches and saw what kind of rags they were. Then the fair-skinned girl began to distribute them to the dozens of new men in Liangzigou one by one.
What is this? The men took it and shook it, and then they saw that it was a bag made of the worst rags, with two ties sewn on both sides.
"Wrap it around your waist and let's go." Lin Xinghuo gestured and showed them the urea bag tied around his waist. It was bulging with half a bag of cotton bolls.
The girl was old enough to be their daughter, and the men didn't want to raise their voices with a child, so as not to scare her, they all looked at Captain Liang and the Second Captain. The Second Captain's mouth was moving so fast that Captain Liang's eyes almost popped out. The Second Captain had no choice but to turn sideways so that Captain Liang could see his butt, which was tightly tied with a big knot with straw rope to prevent it from leaking out.
"Did you see the tree hanging from the edge of the cotton field?" The second team leader was anxious: "A tree that thick and tall was erected by Doctor Lin by digging it into the ground all at once - she was alone! She held it up! She dug it in more than one meter deep!" What's the point of calling her "gu zhi"? To be honest, they wanted to call her "grandma"!
"Don't say anything, we'll talk about it when we get off work!"
Captain Liang now understood a little bit, does this mean working to pay off debts?
That's good. Apart from the one who must be handed over to the police, it would be great if the crimes of the remaining 23 troublemakers could be atoneed for by doing work.
Captain Liang winked at everyone and said, "Go and help with the work first. Perform well!"
Knowing that the newcomers had missed lunch, the aunties and sisters from Bushian Village came to bring them some porridge in the afternoon. The porridge was made by cooking corn grits and pumpkin. It was so thick that even a piece of porridge could not be poured out. The water was sweet hot water, and they even put honey in it.
The men of Liangzigou clutched wooden bowls the size of their heads and gulped them down voraciously. Even Captain Liang was no exception, but his eyes kept a sharp gaze as he watched the younger men in his own team skillfully pull out smaller wooden bowls and begin drinking the honey water. Some drank four or five bowls straight, while the women from Buxian Village simply watched with a smile, never complaining about the extra drinking. After eating and drinking, everyone worked even harder, and in just half an afternoon, they harvested nearly a hundred acres of land.
Picking cotton bolls looks simple, but it is very tiring when you do it. You have to bend over and use both hands to pick cotton bolls and put them into bags non-stop. All the cotton bolls have to be picked from top to bottom on the cotton plant before you can say that you have harvested a cotton boll. It is really a tiring and exhausting job.
The bell for the end of work rang. People's arms were so sore that they could hardly lift them up, and their waists were not much better than those who were cutting rice.
But the cotton fields in Liangzigou are depressing, so those who are not from Xiantun are more encouraged. Even if it is not their own team's land, the men in Liangzigou are still grinning and unwilling to leave behind a single cotton boll.
"Lin, Doctor Lin is really this!" Captain Liang patted his old waist and raised his thumb while talking to Lin Xinghuo. The second captain kept saying that this girl was amazing. He thought it was exaggerated before, but after working for a while, he was really convinced!
This girl alone was as good as several grown men. Even the narrowest cotton fields in Buxiantun were at least fifty meters long. They picked the bolls one person at a time, and then that person would be responsible for a long stretch ahead. Everyone else just kept picking, not turning back. This girl was the only one assigned three shifts, and no one else was assigned to the cotton fields ahead of her. Less than two hours into the work, she was nowhere to be found—the three shifts in the innermost fields had been completely cleared, and she had already run far ahead of them.
Lin Xinghuo wasn't simply picking cotton by hand. As a cultivator, even if she had to do farm work, it had to benefit her cultivation. Picking cotton bolls was perfect for cultivating her spiritual awareness and controlling objects. She even practiced using the caracal on her back, using the finest lightning bolts to split the cotton stalks. After reducing her spiritual energy to the smallest force, she gradually increased the number of lightning bolts released simultaneously... For one person and one caracal, the effect was truly remarkable. Lin Xinghuo was even considering growing a few acres of cotton herself. Clothing was crucial for her, and fabric was incredibly hard to come by these days. Ordinary fabric deteriorated quickly on a cultivator. At the moment, Lin Xinghuo couldn't find a single foot of cloth in her storage bag.
Lin Xinghuo first placed a full cloth bag of cotton bolls on the cart, then took out a straw rope bag from his backpack and handed it to Captain Liang with a smile: "This is the ointment from our Cheng Pharmacy. Apply it on your arm later, it will feel better."
Captain Liang quickly took it with both hands. He felt embarrassed to follow the second captain in calling a young girl "girl" without any moral integrity, but he was also a little flattered at this moment. This girl was quite nice!
He had heard of the ointment in Bushan Village, and today he learned that this girl could detoxify strong pesticides in just a few seconds. It was said that she also used this ointment. This girl's ability was really amazing.
Captain Liang was now filled with gratitude. Even if a few young men who had applied the jade ointment said that this was not the cool and magical ointment, he could only slap the young men in his own team and say, "That one is for detoxification, and this one is for soreness and pain. How can they be the same?"
The young men didn't mean to say the medicine was bad at all. Captain Liang's nephew stretched out his hand to show his uncle: "Look at my hand, what's different?"
Captain Liang took a quick look and saw that his nephew's dark hands had a few particularly white spots. This startled the captain: "How did he get that? Could he have vitiligo?"
"What vitiligo?" Liang Sanying rolled his eyes and was immediately slapped by his uncle. He quickly licked his face and smiled: "These blisters on my hands are from pesticides. Look, the blisters have deflated but haven't gone away yet."
It was already dark, and Captain Liang got closer to see clearly. Sure enough, there were quite a few deflated blisters, some of which had broken and had a sunken dent. It looked like they were bound to leave scars... Seeing clearly, his mind began to turn. "Are you saying the medicine that saved you got bleached?"
Liang Sanying said happily, "My aunt said that it's just temporary whitening, but if you go out in the sun, you'll get darker. It's the same as staying indoors to get white. It's not a side effect. It's just that when the toxins are drawn out, the melanin is also removed! Uncle, my eldest sister's daughter is looking for someone else. Who doesn't want a fair and clean girl? If I work more for Bushian Village, can I get some of that ointment for my eldest sister to put on her face?"
Captain Liang pinched the back of his neck. He had actually considered this idea. His daughter was good in every way. She was tall and quick at work, but she was a little dark...
Jin Zhaodi, who was walking nearby and rubbing something on her hands, glanced over and said, "That ointment is called Jade Ointment. I don't have much of it myself, and today you ruined it all. You still want to change it? What are you dreaming of?"
Wang Huzi was waiting for his wife up ahead. When he heard her talking, he asked, "What are you talking about?"
Jin Zhaodi didn't want to waste time talking to Liang Sanying anymore. She raised the small wooden tube in her hand and said, "Tell your elder sister to apply this. It will whiten your skin just as well, but it will take longer."
She even pointed at Liang Sanying's hand. Captain Liang and his nephew, using the light from Wang Huzi's torch, saw that her hand was also uneven. Jin Zhaodi avoided the whiter part and applied a light green ointment to the surrounding area. "This is also made by our aunt using many kinds of herbs. It can treat more than just injuries!"
Liang Sanying jumped onto his uncle's back and started staring at the other aunts and sisters. He realized that no matter how fat or thin they were, it was especially obvious under the torchlight that the faces of the women in Buxian Village were much thinner than those of his mother and aunt.
Unable to resist the little fox cub and the deer, Lin Xinghuo, who was riding the moose in front, couldn't help but glance back. She hadn't expected this use, and she didn't know who had discovered it. However, the ointment was originally a jade ointment without spiritual energy, and it also had the effect of detoxifying and nourishing. There was no harm in applying it on her face.
Captain Liang, who was standing behind him, wasn't as nonchalant as Lin Xinghuo. He hid the tube of ointment he was going to use on his sore arm in his arms, and even grabbed his nephew and took the one he was going to use and stuffed it into his arms. "Sanying, your arm hurts. I'll give it a massage soon. This ointment should be used on your eldest sister first, good boy!"
The other young men in Liangzigou, listening intently, quickly hid the ointment. Who doesn't have daughters and sisters? Even if one of the young men really has a whole bunch of brothers, I still have my mother. If I don't need it, I can use this stuff to show my affection to the village beauties. What's the worry about sore arms? We can just pinch each other later!
Liang Sanying thought his uncle's grip was too strong, so he quickly ran to his brothers.
Captain Liang didn't care and was talking to the second captain: "This Doctor Lin is both capable and a good person!" He sighed. He thought it was too good. He had searched all the young men in Liangzigou, but found no one who was worthy of him!
A good person? The second captain's mouth twitched, thinking, that's not necessarily true!
Following the current, they arrived at the open space at the entrance of Buxian Village. A dozen or so large pots were already set up, steaming and fragrant. Captain Liang swallowed his saliva and wanted to discuss the matter with the old Party Secretary. He was fine with the idea of paying off his crime with labor, but he needed to explain it in detail. Also, wasn't it said that the Buxian Village team leader had reported the case to the commune? Why was he nowhere to be seen?
Then he heard someone calling his name. Captain Liang looked over and said, "Sixth Uncle, why are you here too?"
Isn’t he Uncle Liang Liu, the branch secretary of Liangzigou? Eighty percent of the people in Liangzigou have the surname Liang. The branch secretary and Captain Liang are not from the same branch, and their blood relationship is distant, but they are still cousins.
The old uncle of the sixth clan had a drooping face. There were twenty middle-aged uncles around him who were a bit older but still very capable: "You guys went there in waves without making any noise, so I came to take a look." But they were detained even when they arrived, and they had to turn over the rice in the drying factory for a long time.
By the time rice was harvested in Xue Province, the temperature had already dropped, making it difficult to dry the rice in the sun. Therefore, Buxian Village built two long, earthen kangs in the drying yard, placed them with reed mats, and used them to dry the rice. The temperature was difficult to control, requiring an experienced hand who had been burning kangs for decades. It just so happened that Liangzigou was bustling with activity, with waves of people arriving. The old Party secretary needed to make the most of everyone! He knew Liang Laoliu, a skilled kang burner, and so...
The Liangzigou Party Secretary learned the whole story, but he had no idea where his team's young men had been taken. Feeling guilty and terrified, he spent most of the afternoon drying grain for nothing. His twenty or so older brothers were constantly rummaging through the grain, never pausing.
The old Party secretary of Buxian Village was cheerfully leading his men over, saying as they walked, "Let's fill our stomachs first."
The people in Liangzigou took a closer look and saw that the person next to Secretary Chen was none other than Director Yan of the commune police station. Director Yan was pounding his arms as he walked. Uncle Liu's eyes widened. Didn't Old Chen make Director Yan work for a whole afternoon?
The old Party Secretary called out to Lin Xinghuo, "Girl, hurry up and give Uncle Yan a jar of ointment!"
Lin Xinghuo had already checked all the animals in the house one by one. They were all healthy and well, so he came over immediately after hearing the words: "Uncle Yan, this is for you."
Captain Liang had only one thought in his mind: It’s much bigger than the wooden pipe I have!
Liang Sanying hurriedly pulled down his hand that was touching the ointment in his arms, and gestured: Uncle, we are here to atone for our sins, so be content!
Director Yan took it and said with a smile: "Okay, I'd like to thank our Doctor Xiaolin on behalf of the people in the station. Your ointment has saved us a lot of suffering." It was the autumn harvest season, and not only the police station but all the people in the commune were out there. They were there to maintain public order when there was something to do, and to help the villagers with the autumn harvest when there was nothing to do. No matter what they did, they needed this ointment to treat bruises and pains.
The people in charge sat down around a large pot. The cook ladled a bowl of rice for each person and walked away. Director Yan then asked everyone to sit down and eat while they talked. Without the old branch secretary and Huang Dazhuang asking, Director Yan and Captain Liang spontaneously made room for Lin Xinghuo. Lin Xinghuo had already moved his feet away and had to move them back.
Lifting the bowl, Director Yan said, "Two-grain noodles, this meal is not bad!" Isn't it not bad? The topping is made from pork bones, and there are many kinds of autumn vegetables, and you can even see some egg strands. In late autumn, having such a bowl of hot rice with soup and noodles can make you feel comfortable even in your bones.
"That's what happened. The main culprit has been taken away and detained at the police station. We've also called the county government. They're taking this matter very seriously and have pledged to deal with this vicious incident seriously!"
Director Yan's words made the Liangzigou Brigade's branch secretary and two team leaders nervous.
"But Secretary Chen and the members of Butxian Village testified that the accomplices were deceived, believing the pesticide to be similar to the wormwood juice used to smoke mosquitoes in the summer, and that they didn't expect it to harm people or bees." This statement was credible. After all, seven or eight young people in Liangzigou were injured. If they had truly known how toxic this stuff was, would they have dared to spray it like that? But claiming it was the same as wormwood water was pure nonsense. Whose pesticide is the same as wormwood water? But the victim said so, and the police station didn't pursue the matter.
"The most important thing is that our Doctor Xiaolin has covered the matter. There is no loss of life or property, and the bees have been saved. This can guarantee a light sentence." Director Yan looked at the person in charge of Liangzigou and said, "If the people in Xiantun agree, we can release them from detention."
Being able to avoid jail and detention was a huge thank you. Captain Liang said, "These young men are still strong. Even if they are sent to prison, they won't be able to eat for free. They should be sent to a labor camp for reform. So, how about we treat it as a place for them to reform and send them all to Buxiantun to work? When the snow blocks the road, we can call them back."
The old branch secretary ate noodles slowly without saying a word.
Huang Dazhuang shook his head directly: "No, that won't work. How long has it been?"
He refused it outright.
Captain Liang looked at Lin Xinghuo. This girl had a good heart. If she felt it was okay, maybe it would ease the situation a little. So he asked, "Doctor Lin, what do you think?"
The second captain, separated from him by a sixth cousin, tried to grab him but failed, so he simply buried his face in the bowl, trying to avoid being bothered. He thought to himself, my captain, it was this Doctor Lin who said our team members were bored just waiting around and sent everyone out to the cotton fields to pick bolls! It was also her who used the big tree to show off her power and intimidate people! Her heart is as ruthless as her ability, and you still dare to question her?
Lin Xinghuo paused while quietly feeding the caracal noodles, looked up and said, "I don't think that's possible either."
"If we really lock them up on the farm for reform, it'll take at least two to three years before they're released, right?" Lin Xinghuo calculated clearly: "There's no reason for our village to detain people for such a long time. We can only compensate by numbers. For example, there are about a hundred of you here today..."
The Sixth Clan Uncle nearly dropped his chopsticks. The Second Captain shifted his butt, feeling the sharp pain from the large grass-tied bump on his butt. It wasn't just that he was frightened by the girl's even tone.
Oh my god, is this what the accountant of Huang Shiren's family in the model opera is like? Captain Liang choked on the noodle soup and coughed.
The old Party Secretary of Bushan Village had a smile on his face, Huang Dazhuang nodded repeatedly, and Director Yan became the second calmest person, he was slurping noodles seriously.
Lin Xinghuo finished her words and added calmly, "Just like at the labor camp, we provide meals." The villagers of Buxiantun were struggling with the workload, even with their ointments and medicinal teas. Food, on the other hand, was plentiful. Lin Xinghuo needed a discreet and convenient opportunity to clear out the stored food from her experiments; her storage bag was nearly bursting.
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