Chapter 69： Small-minded

Chapter 69: Being petty

The Imperial Guards came fiercely and poured into Wen Yanpei's house like a tide.

Wen Yanpei's face turned pale. He didn't care about his fainted wife and panicked daughter, and hurriedly ran to check the situation.

 I saw Xiao Weiliang, the queen's brother, walking among the guards with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back, walking leisurely, looking around at the scenery of Wen Mansion, as if strolling in a garden.

"Commander Xiao, what do you mean by suddenly bringing people into the Xiaguan's residence?" Wen Yanpei stepped forward to greet him and asked.

Xiao Weiliang looked at the person coming with an expression of contempt. "Mr. Wen, you are very courageous. You dare to deceive the Holy Emperor and make fun of the king's life."

He straightened his sleeves and chuckled: "The Holy One ordered us to take you to the sky prison and wait for interrogation by the Ministry of Punishment."

Wen Yanpei felt a buzzing in his head, and the sounds in his ears seemed far away, "How could it be? The official just came back from the palace, and the saint asked his ministers to supervise the medicinal materials..."

Xiao Weiliang sneered, "I am also acting under orders. I don't know the other reasons. If Dr. Wen has anything to say, just go to the court of the Ministry of Punishment and say it."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the guards rushed over, restrained Wen Yanpei on the left and right, and put chains on his neck and wrists.

"No! Commander Xiao, please listen to what Xiaguan said. The queen really asked Xiaguan to urge the medicine again. No, no, the medicine has been sent. It will arrive in a few days. Xiaguan swears that he will cure the king. "

Wen Yanpei anxiously explained over and over again: "Commander Xiao, I did not deceive the Holy Majesty. I can really cure the king. Please report back to Master Xiao. For the sake of the past..."

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear nonsense.”

Xiao Weiliang interrupted him impatiently and ordered the guards: "Stop his mouth."

One of the guards bent down and took off Wen Yanpei's shoes, pulled off his socks, and stuffed them into Wen Yanpei's mouth.

Wen Yanpei struggled desperately: ...wuwuwuwu...

Hundreds of miles away, Wen Hengchuan was rushing towards the capital, followed closely by several servants on horseback, all of whom were miserable.

All the way, everyone's thighs have worn the skin, and there is no chance of applying medicine. I don't know why the big son is so anxious.

Not to mention the turbulence of the Wen family thousands of miles away, Dongchen Village in Chuanhe Town ushered in a great harvest.

Of course this is not a bumper harvest of grain, but a bumper harvest of golden fungus and snow fungus.

At present, ten of the twenty-eight households in Dongchen Village have grown golden fungus and snow fungus.

This includes Wang Ke's family, Li Dayong's Li Eryong's family, Aunt Wang's family, the three sons of the village leader Chen Sanyou, and the family of the Chen clan leader.

There are a few families who are in relatively difficult circumstances in the village. When they bought the bacteria, they gave Jiang Sanlang credit, saying that they would repay the debt together with the money after the golden ears were sold.

This is also the last harvest this autumn, and everyone is looking forward to it.

The villagers who had not made an appointment for the bacteria last time were also gearing up and waiting at the door of Jiang Sanlang's house. When they saw him coming back, they immediately gathered around him.

"Sanlang, it's my turn this time. I promised you last time."

“Brother Jiang, it’s my turn. It’s my family’s turn this time.”

“And me, I’ve been waiting twice.”

The villagers talked a lot, fearing that they would not be able to distinguish the strains.

Jiang Sanlang said helplessly: "It's cold now, so I can't give you the strains. If you don't store them properly, you won't be able to get them out next year. Let's put it in order first, and then I'll give it to you in order."

The villagers nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Everyone was jostling and arranging order, and almost got into a fight because of who was first and who was last.

Ying Bao stuck his head out of the window and counted the number of people.

嚯, there are more than twenty people, one person represents one household, that is, about twenty households.

With so many households in need of strains, if each household has fifty strains, that would be more than a thousand strains.

My father took out all the strains, and there probably wouldn’t even be enough for him.

Yingbao counted the clay pots collected in his cave. There were thirty pots of bacteria in total. It was estimated that up to four hundred golden ears and two hundred snow fungus could be separated.　　　　still too little.

Of course, these high-quality strains of bacteria cultivated by oneself are not given to the villagers, but are kept for their own use.

She wanted to improve the quality of her golden fungus and snow fungus, and asked her father to hand over ordinary varieties to the villagers for planting.

In this way, no matter how many people breed golden fungus and snow fungus, our own shipping price will not be affected.

It seems that I have to cultivate another batch of high-quality bacteria to replace the strains of my father and uncle and grandpa next spring.

The sunshine in early September is still warm and the weather is dry.

Autumn tax collection has basically been completed, winter wheat has been planted, and paddy fields have been plowed. They are just waiting for winter snow to freeze and kill pests under the soil.

At this time in previous years, it meant that the busy farming season was over and the people could finally relax.

Only some families would go to the mountains to dig up three- or four-year-old kudzu roots and bring them back, grind them and grind them into powder.

However, the villagers of Dongchen Village were extremely busy. Every family began to build bamboo sheds and used stone mortars to pound rice husks, wheat bran and sawdust. They were very busy.

Carts loaded with clay pots were brought in and distributed to each household.

There are bamboo rake beds set up at the door of many people's houses. The bamboo beds are covered with clean reed mats. On the mats, yellow mushrooms are drying, and they are golden and dazzling, which makes the villagers in nearby villages feel strange.

“What are you doing in the sun?” Chen Changsheng, the village leader of the West Village, came over with his hands behind his back and asked Chen Sanyou, the village leader of the East Village.

Chen Sanyou was turning over his golden ears and said without raising his head: "Mushrooms."

Chen Changsheng: "I know it's a mushroom, but I'm just asking why you grow it? Can you sell it for money?"

He asked knowingly.

Chen Sanyou rolled his eyes at him and said, "I won't be able to eat it if I don't sell it for money."

He has been annoyed by Chen Changsheng since he was a child. Although they are both Chen's family members, they are still distant cousins, but they rarely interact with each other. They don't even say hello when they walk across from each other.

It was not for any reason, it was just because the two of them fell in love with a beautiful young lady from another village at the same time, but they were cheated by Chen Changsheng.

Actually, it can't be said that she was prying. The young lady had never said a few words to him, and she was not familiar with Chen Changsheng.

I was so angry that Chen Changsheng was so dishonest that he secretly found the young lady's brother and told the young man that there was a boy in Chen Village who coveted his sister.

That's okay, the young man was furious on the spot.

So one day, Chen Sanyou was blocked by the young lady’s brother and was punched twice in the face.

Of course, Chen Changsheng was not in a good situation either. The little lady's brother ordered him not to come closer than ten feet to his sister, otherwise he would be broken.

When thinking of this, Chen Sanyou became very angry. Unfortunately, he was only nine years old at the time, two years younger than Chen Changsheng, and he thought he could not beat this bitch.

And I am not as sharp-minded as him, and I can't think of any tricks to scheme against him.

After that, when they got older, they each married wives, and the matter was settled.

But since then, this incident has become an eternal pain in Chen Sanyou's heart. Whenever he thinks about it, he feels uneasy and wants to slap Chen Changsheng in his dreams.

 Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue and glanced at Chen Sanyou, as if he was looking at a fool: "When did your family become so poor that they dried mushrooms for food? I guess there are hundreds of them here. Is it enough for your family to eat for two months?"

"It's none of your business!" Chen Sanyou said angrily: "If you have nothing to do, go back to your West Village. We don't need you to worry about our village. You'd better take care of Chen Ergou in your village."

Chen Changsheng curled his lips and was not angry at being yelled at. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Don't think I don't know. This thing was made by Jiang Sanlang in your village. His family made a fortune from it. No one in our West Village is blind. "

Chen Sanyou: "I think you are like a blind man. Since you know how to come to my place, why are you beeping?"

“I can’t meet him now?”

Chen Changsheng picked up a golden ear and looked through it, and said slowly: "We are all from the same village. If there is any good thing, we just hide it. Speaking of which, we are still brothers. We can't write two Chens in one sentence. Don't be petty. , you still need to correct this problem you have had since childhood..."

(End of this chapter)