Chapter 25

"You see, it's him. A big man gives birth to a child. He's really lost his life..."

"No, no one believes him."

"Isn't he stupid? It doesn't look like it at the moment. "

"Oh, you don't know. I heard that I suddenly woke up a few days ago and started beating Dawa's family. Now Dawa's father is still lying in bed."

"Really? What do you say there? "

"How can I say that he threatened to go to the county to sue officials, and Lizheng and the clan leader didn't want to lose face in the county town..."

There are many people in the place where there are many people. When passing through the village, those people were just pointing and whispering, but now they are shouting in a loud and aboveboard way, for fear that he can't hear it. If it was Ling Jingxuan before, I'm afraid he would have been ashamed to go home. As for the present Ling Jingxuan, you can see that he has no abnormal appearance, and those with humiliation and ridicule All his remarks were taken as farting.

"Big brother, don't listen to their nonsense. You are not a monster."

Putting down the armrest of the scooter, Ling Jingpeng is worried, for fear that the elder brother will retract into the shell again.

"Ha ha If I were really a monster, I would be a monster tonight and visit them door to door. "

Ling Jingxuan's thin and beautiful face climbed onto a vicious and bloodthirsty smile. His sight was meaningful, and he swept through the group of three aunts and six women. The discussions around him disappeared completely. The village women who had previously said that they were all energetic went back several steps, as if they were really afraid that he would find them at night.

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan drew up a sneer and turned to face Zhao and Han: "you are brother Zhao and brother Han. Thanks for your care these years."

He had heard that Zhao and Han were very good to Xiaowen. However, they would give Xiaobao a share of the food they had. Although it was not a precious thing, Ling Jingxuan still remembered this love.

"What's the matter? We didn't do anything. It's not worth being so polite. Besides, I really like Xiaowen Xiaowu. These two children are sensible and often help us take care of iron children."

Han Fei, a petite and delicate man, has a cheerful disposition. He touches the heads of two steamed stuffed buns when he speaks. His love is not a bit false. Maybe his experience is similar. He never underestimates or despises Ling Jingxuan, and knows his inner pain better than anyone else.

"Ha ha OK, I won't tell you. When will your ox cart leave, brother Han? "

Some things, put in the heart is good, Ling Jingxuan decisively changes the topic, later has the opportunity, he will repay them.

"As you can see, there is no one. It's busy farming season, and there are few people going to the market. It's estimated that we can't leave today."

Han Fei can't hide his loss. Zhao Dalong, next to him, hugs his shoulder and gives him a silent consolation. Han Fei raises his head and throws him a shallow smile. The two people look at each other, and the light emotion is magnified.

Farmers may not say what they love or not, but the love between them is naked. Ling Jingxuan, who has a panoramic view of everything, feels that this kind of love is far more precious than those vigorous and fiery ones.

"How about this, brother Zhao and brother Han. I'm going to sell some fish in the town. I'll pack your ox cart."

If he can, he doesn't want to interrupt their warm gaze, but it's getting late. Today's fish only put a little bit of crescent spring water into it, and the rest is ordinary water, which will be bad in case of death.

"Ah? Say what bag does not pack, anyway also have no business, we send you on the county seat good, come on, carry the fish up. "

After thinking back, Han Fei finally noticed several big barrels on the scooter. Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to help him carry the fish. Ling Jingxuan said in a hurry: "how about that? Money must be given, otherwise I won't take your car."

Holding his hand, Ling Jingxuan's insistence and stubbornness are rendered in his eyes.

"Well, I can't beat you. I'll give it to you after you sell the fish. Dragon, you can help."

Han Fei has no choice but to promise to go down and not forget to ask the silent Zhao Dalong to help lift the heavy wooden barrel.

"Dad, we're here to help."

The three steamed buns sitting on the ox cart slipped down quickly, and the four looked at each other with a smile: "it's a big help if you stay there and don't move."

"What? Dad hates it the most."

Hearing this, Ling Wu's small face wrinkled and his mouth pouted high, which made several adults laugh, and those strange eyes were completely ignored by them.

"Where did you catch so many fish

The four buckets of fish were soon finished. Looking at the big and fat fish in the barrel, Han Fei asked curiously. Most of the villagers went fishing and selling when they were free. There were not many fish in the river, and some were small ones. It was rare to see so many big and fat fish.

"Ha ha I found a place with a lot of fish in Yuehua ditch, but I caught almost all of them after a few days. In the future, I plan to dig a fish pond and raise it myself, but I don't know where to buy the fry. "Climb on the ox cart and sit well. Ling Jingxuan says casually that the Zhao family's ox cart is big. It has four buckets of fish, and a few adults and children can also sit down, although it is a little crowded.

"Don't you. In the past, no one in our village raised fish by themselves, but all of them died. You'd better not waste that energy."

Hearing this, Han Fei, who was sitting next to Zhao Dalong, frowned. His white face was full of unabashed worry. Ling Jingpeng, holding Ling Wen on the other side, echoed: "brother, why do you still want to raise fish? A few years ago, the landlord in the next village wanted to raise fish. The fry died within a few days after it was put down. With that capital, it's better to buy more acres of land Well. "

When Ling Jingxuan said it yesterday, he thought he just wanted to feed himself and sell more. Now listening to his tone, it seems that he wants to do a big job. Ling Jingpeng also shows a young and handsome face and obviously disagrees.

"Ha ha Don't worry about it. I have a prescription for raising fish with herbal medicine, which can make the fish fat and big. Moreover, the fish can be healthy after taking medicine. "

In contrast, Ling Jingxuan doesn't care at all. Thinking about it, there is crescent spring in hand. What else can he keep alive?

"Real dad?"

From the moment he got on the cart, he held tightly the big buns of two jam jars and raised his head in surprise. The excitement of his eyes was not hidden. In a few days, he had already tasted the sweetness of selling fish. He wished that there would be more fish to sell every day.

Han Fei and Ling Jingpeng also looked at him suspiciously. Even Zhao Dalong, who was driving, looked back at him. The only thing that didn't respond was the small steamed buns and iron wagons that were muttering together.

"Of course it's true, so we should try to save money, and then ask someone to dig our two acres of wasteland into a pond, and then buy more fish fry to put down. In the future, there will be more fish to sell."

The sight sweeps them one by one, and finally stays on the big steamed bun's face. Ling Jingxuan reaches out and dotes on his head and rubs his head, so that his son will have some confidence?

"Ah? It's going to cost again

Hearing that he wanted to pay for someone, big bun frowned in an instant. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing. He couldn't let him dig the fish pond of two acres?

"If you really can support it, it's OK to ask someone to dig a fish pond. Xiaowen, you can't save the money."

Han Fei is obviously aware of the stingy nature of big buns. His tone is entirely due to the elder's caution towards the younger generation. Ling Wen's face turned red and his head dropped to stammer: "I, I know..."

He just loves money? I didn't say no.

"Ha ha..."

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan several people can't help but burst into laughter. Lingwen is stingy and stingy, but it's also their happy fruit, isn't it?

Several people were chatting and laughing all the way, and xiaobaozi was also very excited and active. From time to time, some funny sentences appeared. In the middle of the way, Ling Jingxuan suddenly saw the boundless wasteland, which was almost barren. As far as the countryside is concerned, this is undoubtedly very wasteful. What is the most important thing for farmers? Of course, it is land, but now a large area of land is abandoned because of the inland sea tributaries, so many people must be distressed?

"It's a pity, if only some things could be planted in those fields."

Seeing his sight, Ling Jingpeng laments that many people in the village have no land to plant, especially those from other countries. Some families have only one or two mu of land, and they have not even paid taxes or rations. In recent years, the wasteland in the Lingjiang River Valley has been basically reclaimed. Some people even buy homesteads to reclaim, and half of the things planted can't survive, such as the Ling Jingxuan family That two mu of land is the homestead, otherwise the three of them would not have eaten the last meal.

"Ha ha..."

Smiling at him, Ling Jingxuan suddenly said: "brother Zhao, can you stop for a while, I want to go there and have a look."

Said, also does not wait for the ox cart to stop, Ling Jingxuan directly got off the car.

"Dad..."

"Xiaowen, you are in the car. I'll go and have a look."

Seeing this, the two steamed buns were ready to jump out of the car. Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei quickly grabbed them one by one. After the ox cart stopped, the three adults ordered them to catch up.

"It's a semi salt land."

Ignoring the three people, Ling Jingxuan squatted down and dug some soft soil into his mouth. As early as he learned about the situation around Lingjia village from the memory of the original owner, he guessed that the wasteland was probably a semi salt land formed by seawater pouring back. It's no wonder that no matter what the villagers grow, it's strange that the salt land can grow crops Yes.

"I remember that every year the sea water pours in around October? Is the level high? How long does it take to return? "

Turning to face them, Ling Jingxuan asked solemnly that a fortune maker was taking root in his heart, but The money needed in the early stage is not a small number!

Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei are not very clear about this matter. Their eyes turn to Zhao Dalong. Therefore, Ling Jingxuan's eyes also turn to the past.

"Well, every year around the middle of October, the sea water from the tributaries of the inland sea will pour in. The water level is not very high, about a foot or so, and it will take a month or two to return."Facing the three people's expectant eyes, Zhao Dalong, who is tall and black, can't help being a little shy. However, he makes it clear.

"That's right. Let's go. Let's go to the market."

Hearing the speech, Ling Jingxuan laughed, not to mention how excited he was. It is June now, and there are four months to go before October. But if he wants to implement his plan, he must gather up at least one thousand liang of silver within three months. Although it is very difficult, it depends on people, isn't it? Ha ha I'm rich this time!

"What are you talking about, brother?"

They were so confused by him that they couldn't understand what he was excited about. Could he still grow something in that wasteland?

It has to be said that they are the truth, although they basically do not believe it.

"Nothing. It's just empty talk now. I'll tell you more when the time is right."

Turning his head and blinking mysteriously, Ling Jingxuan rarely shows a mischievous look. The three men look at each other, and all of them can't feel their heads. Looking at his slender back, he becomes more and more puzzled and curious.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

The ox cart starts again, and the little bun leaves the iron child and climbs to Ling Jingxuan's leg and asks curiously. The big bun next to him also turns to him. Ling Jingxuan pinches his nose and hooks his lips mysteriously: "of course, it's money."

"My father is a liar. Where is the money in the wasteland?"

little steamed buns pouted his lips and unbluntly Tucao, and the big steamed buns make complaints about him with a tacit agreement. It is Ling Jingpeng's three big men who quietly erect their ears. What they do not know is why they always feel that Ling Jingxuan's words contain deep artistic conception, but they can not be seen through what he sees and knows.

"Ha ha What are you doing? If you don't believe it, just wait and see. My father will turn that barren and semi salt land into a golden mountain and a silver mountain one day. "

Some things will make people think that he is insane if he talks too much. They will know about it when it is implemented.

"Dad, don't you want to buy those lands?"

The little steamed bun is still ignorant, but the big one is sensitive. He stares at him defensively. God knows that he is afraid of what his parents say to make a lot of money, because every time with his fantasy, the money at home will go out like running water, such as buying those pottery pots and digging ponds to raise fish.

"Cough Xiaowen, who wants to make money but not spend money? Do business with capital, don't don't do it Don't get angry. Dad promised you that you would never touch your money, OK

In the middle of the speech, he seemed to shout again. Ling Jingxuan quickly raised his hand to surrender. He was really afraid of him.

"My money, your money is not all our money? Dad, it's not like I said you, money is not spent like that... "

Well, here we are. Big bunzi is nagging like chanting sutras. Ling Jingxuan only feels the pain in his brain and wishes to seal his mouth. Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei have raised the corners of his lips one after another. This child, everything is good, just changes his face every time he talks about money. Does he really have a headache?