To the east lay the fields cultivated by the villagers of the nearby village. Jiangjiazhuang had dug numerous small canals to facilitate irrigation. Seeing the benefits and convenience, the nearby villagers followed suit and dug small ditches in the middle of their fields.
After the spring rain, many weeds grew in the fields. An old man walked to his own field with his trouser legs rolled up. He had to go to the fields every day to pull out weeds to prevent the rice from growing poorly.
Who would have thought that when he came here today, he found that a large area of the rice seedlings that had grown with great difficulty had fallen over. He was so heartbroken that he wanted to find someone to settle the score with red eyes.
From a distance, two little butts were raised high, looking for something in the field.
When they got closer, they saw that the two mischievous children were actually catching fish in the field. When they lay down, they crushed a lot of seedlings to death.
Winter has passed and spring has arrived. A few days ago, there were some spring rains. The ditches were full of water, and a lot of fish were washed down from the mountains. It was obvious that some children had come to catch fish.
But food is the life of the people, how can we see people wasting it like this?
He called his family members, screamed and rushed over, ready to beat the man and ask their family to pay compensation.
There are many naughty kids in the village, and almost all of them are like this. They spend the whole day chasing chickens and ducks around the village, and if they don't listen, they will be beaten.
Hearing the shouting and cursing, Sui Sui and Fan Jin, who were sticking their butts out, were stunned. They stood up, and the fish in their hands slipped away again.
"Whose kids are you? How could you do such a bad thing? Hurry up and ask your parents to come over and pay compensation!" The old man's family of seven or eight people all came and surrounded them, shouting at them to pay compensation.
Suisui was a little at a loss. Isn’t this their family’s field?
Fan Jin managed to remain calm and tried to reason with them, "We were just fishing, we didn't do anything bad."
"What are you trying to catch? You've trampled our rice seedlings to death! You have to compensate us for the food!"
"Yes! If you don't compensate me for the food, I'll compensate you with money!"
The old man squatted down and picked up the fallen rice seedlings, but the stalks were already broken and fell over on their own without even the wind.
The old man's eyes widened and his beard flew off in anger.
Fan Jin's mouth dropped open. He didn't know they were rice seedlings; he thought they were weeds. He immediately bowed and apologized to the family. He really didn't mean it!
The rice seedlings on the farm were all neatly planted, looking green and strong, unlike this family's rice seedlings which were sparse, thin and small.
The old man and his family refused to give in. The grain seeds were very expensive. They had used up all their savings to buy this little seed. How could they have extra money to buy more? Besides, even if they bought some, they would still have to spend the effort to replant the seeds.
The noise here attracted many villagers.
Suisui and Fan Jin started to panic as they watched more and more people gather around them. It wasn't that they were afraid of a fight, but their families had told them not to fight casually, and besides, they had done something wrong.
Fan Jin had no choice but to say: "Then send someone to go home with us to get the money. Our home is not far from here."
Someone looked at the fabric of their clothes, then at their fair faces, and guessed, "Could they be from the Jiang family farm?"
Someone in the crowd responded, "It seems to be a young man. I went to work on the farm and heard that the landlord had a young man, about four or five years old."
Although the little baby in front of me looks as tall as a seven or eight-year-old, he is white and plump, which is something that ordinary people cannot raise.
The old man's family, whose rice seedlings were trampled, felt a pang of anxiety. If they had offended the young master of the landlord's family, would they ever be able to work and earn money again? Every year, they hired people to dig up the fields and build houses. Most families in the village earned money from the Jiang family...
At this time, Yuan Zhuangtou finally brought his men over. This area was exactly the boundary between the farmland and the village fields. He heard that many people had gathered there, so he quickly brought people over to check and make sure they were not causing trouble.
Unexpectedly, when everyone dispersed, he saw the little man who looked like a clay doll. He was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.
"Grandpa Yuan——" Sui Sui shouted.
Fan Jin also breathed a sigh of relief. He had no money on him and was still wondering whether he should leave the young master here first and then go back to get the money.
Sui Sui: Humph!
Fan Jin struggled to pull Sui Sui's legs free and placed them on the edge of the field. They had been blocked in the field to demand justice, and after a while, their legs had sunk into the mud and were difficult to extract.
As soon as Sui Sui got ashore, he ran to Yuanzhuangtou.
"Oh, my God, how did you become like this, my dear? My wife will definitely be angry if she finds out!"
Suisui didn't dare to imagine his mother's expression. His dirty little hands reached into the cloth bag on his waist and smeared the mud and water all over his body.
"Grandpa Yuan, my brother Jinjin and I trampled someone's rice seedlings to death. Please give them some money as compensation."
Yuan Zhuangtou didn't care that his clothes were being used as a rag by the young man. He responded while looking at the fields, "Okay, I'll take a look first. There's no rush."
He just came out to inspect the fields, why would he bring money with him?
The villagers didn't dare to curse anymore and stood aside with their heads down.
It turns out to be the young master of the Jiang family!
The old man gritted his teeth, afraid of angering others, and suppressed his distress, "Zhuangtou, the young master didn't mean it, we don't have to pay."
The head of the village is a farmer himself. How can he not feel sad about such a large piece of land?
"No, no, no, I have to pay for it, but you guys wait here for a moment. I have to go back and report to my wife and then bring the money over."
The old man and his family were clearly victims, yet they were terrified.
After Yuan Zhuangtou brought his men back, they went to the fields to prop up the rice seedlings, trying to save as many as they could.
"Dad, do we still want the compensation? We don't have money to buy new crops."
The old man took a deep breath, his forehead wrinkled enough to kill a fly, and a look of worry on his face. "Let's see what the boss says first. The Jiang family has always been kind and benevolent, so they shouldn't hold grudges, right?"
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