After breathing calmer, Zhu Si quickly explained the matter clearly.

It turns out that today, as usual, Old Man Zhu ran to take care of the winter wheat with his sons.

At the foot of Taidang Mountain, only their family grew wheat in winter. At first, only Zhu Jia knew about it, but the Zhu family has been doing a lot of new things recently, and people have noticed the winter wheat, and its reputation has spread.

As a result, more and more people came to see the strange thing, and Mr. Zhu became more and more reluctant to let go of this piece of land for fear of being missed by "thieves".

These days, the more you fear something, the more likely it will happen.

It was a clear day and the old man Zhu thought nothing would happen. When he went out today, he wasted a little time. When he arrived at the winter wheat field, he actually found someone stealing their winter wheat?!

That's okay, Old Man Zhu shouted on the spot: "What are you doing?!"

The person who was stealing the wheat had a meal.

"I'm asking you, what are you doing in my field?" Old Man Zhu shouted as he approached the man.

But what he didn't expect was that not only did the man not run away, but when he got closer, he actually picked up a big stone and threw it at him.

That person must have been prepared, otherwise where would they have gotten such a large stone?

Old Zhu was hit on the spot and his head was badly bruised.

He was so frightened that he shouted: "Come here, there is a thief stealing wheat, and he is going to kill someone!"

The man picked up a backpack with many poles on the ground and wanted to run away.

That wheat is the lifeblood of Old Man Zhu. How could he let the other party run away without even caring about his head? He hugged the other party's waist and refused to let him go: "Come on, someone is stealing the wheat!"

"Let me go!" I didn't expect Old Man Zhu to be so desperate, even picking it off a few times without removing it.

At this time, it is originally the busy farming season, and there are many people working in the fields.

Although the land used by the Zhu family to grow winter wheat was slightly off the road, his life was not destined to die. Zhu Jia happened to be nearby and quickly called a few young people to run over and "rescue" Old Man Zhu.

At the same time, the wheat thief was also captured.

"Isn't this a second-rate kid from the next village? Why did you come to our Zhujia Village to steal something?" After he was tied up, one of the young men recognized the thief.

"You know him?"

"I know him. He is the grandson of Old Man Jiang from the next village."

Old Jiang was the son-in-law from Liujia Village next door, but because he was honest and willing to work, the woman did not force him to change his name. After giving birth to his second son, he was named Jiang Sanwa.

As for this second-rate son, he is the posthumous son of the second girl in his family, named Jiang Yousheng.

When old man Jiang was still alive, there were still people taking care of Jiang Yousheng, but after his unexpected death, his mother's two brothers didn't want to raise such a freeloader and kicked him out.

Later, Jiang Yousheng grew up eating food from hundreds of families, and without a decent place to live, he stole all day long, and gradually became an unpopular "second-rate kid" at the foot of Taidang Mountain.

"He belongs to Old Man Jiang. Didn't he say he went to town? Why are he here?"

"Who knows?"

Jiang Yousheng was tied up tightly by several young people. No matter how many people asked him, he refused to say anything.

Zhu Jia took a handful of herbal medicine to stop the bleeding, chewed it a few times, and applied it to Old Zhu's forehead: "It's true that you are so old, and you still argue with a second-rate guy over a few handfuls of wheat.

What if he had a knife on him and stabbed you to death?"

While doing it, he also scolded Mr. Zhu a few times, thinking that he was stupid.

It’s not an age when people are starving to death. As for fighting each other for a few handfuls of wheat?

Old Man Zhu cried out that he was wronged: "How did I know that he would not run away even if I called him, but would hit me with a stone as soon as I came up?"

"You don't know how to hide when I hit you?"

"I hid, didn't I hide?"

"You're not hiding. Where did the injury on your head come from? When I came, you were still holding her waist. If I had come a few steps later, you would have been doomed."

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When Ye Yuran arrived, what he saw was such a chaotic scene.

She quickly called Zhu Da and Zhu Er and the others and sent Old Zhu to the barefoot doctor to have a look.

When Old Man Zhu heard that he had to spend money, he was not happy: "I'm not going, why should I go there? Uncle Zhu Jia has already helped me stop the bleeding, so I don't want to spend that wasted money."

"What's wrong with money? Uncle Zhu Jia is not a doctor. With such a big hole on his head, it's better to let the doctor take a look and feel more at ease. Boss, second brother, don't listen to your father, send your father over." Ye Yuran doesn't like it anymore.

Old Man Zhu would not leave him alone. He named his two sons and asked them to send Old Man Zhu away.

She checked the damaged winter wheat and found that only a small piece had been cut, but that the two people's struggle had knocked down many more pieces.

"Uncle Zhu Jia, can you help me see if the wheat can be harvested?" Ye Yuran was afraid that he was inexperienced and would give random instructions, so he asked Zhu Jia for his opinion.

Zhu Jia picked up a handful of wheat ears and put it into his mouth: "Although it's a little early, you can harvest it if you want. Do you want to harvest it?"

"Take it, keep it for a long time. I'm afraid someone will try to take advantage of it." He turned around and called Zhu Wu, asking him to go home and get the stuff and come over to harvest the wheat.

"Hey, I understand, mother." Zhu Wu said nothing and ran home neatly.

Before leaving, he patted Zhu Si on the shoulder and asked him to stay for a while and listen carefully, and then tell him how his "gossip" mother dealt with Jiang Yousheng when he went back.

Ye Yuran ignored Jiang Yousheng at all. She asked Zhu Si to pick up the wheat in the basket, pack it away, and take it home together later.

"Uncle Zhu Jia, if you are not busy today, you can help us collect it later and come to our house for dinner in the evening."

Zhu Jia did not refuse: "Okay, I will help you."

It just so happened that last time Old Man Zhu was very strict and refused to tell him how winter wheat was grown. Maybe he could get the word out this time.

Soon, Zhu Wu came back, and Zhu Jia and the young people helped Ye Yuran.

Originally, the land for winter wheat was not very large, and with the large number of people, it was all done quickly.

Throughout the whole process, Jiang Yousheng was tied up beside him, and no one paid any attention to him.

Being basked in the sun, without a sip of water, and unable to run, Jiang Yousheng felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Aunt Zhu, what do you want?" Jiang Yousheng couldn't bear it and took the initiative to call Ye Yuran.

Ye Yuran, wearing a bamboo hat, turned back to look at him, said nothing, and continued to watch everyone working.

Jiang Yousheng was depressed: "Aunt Zhu, I am talking to you. You are talking. Didn't you hear me?"

"I heard it, but why should I talk to you?" Ye Yuran said without looking at him, "Didn't you want to say it before? I don't want to say it now either."

"Then can you let me go? My legs are numb."

Jiang Yousheng felt aggrieved and just let him be tied up. After Aunt Zhu came, she had his hands and feet tied together into a kneeling position.

What's even more outrageous is that he doesn't know what Aunt Zhu did. He thought he could find an opportunity to escape while everyone was working.
Chapter completed!