Chapter 690 This is called stealing

The matter was over, and Zhao Xinyu ignored it. After all, everyone has self-esteem. Since this side has hit a wall and there are so many people scolding him on the Internet, most people are not willing to show shame.

But things did not develop as Zhao Xinyu imagined. He underestimated the shamelessness of some villagers in those villages.

On the day when the Xihanling tomato garden opened, Zhao Xinyu originally planned to go to the tomato field to pick some half-ripe tomatoes.

But as soon as he left Wenying Pavilion, Han Jun called. Han Jun asked him to go to Xiaopu Village, saying that there was a conflict between the villagers there and the people in the neighboring Zhangzhuang.

Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but shook his head. When he found a battery car and rushed to Xiaopu Village, he was still muttering in his heart. Although there were vegetable plantings in Xiaopu, there were no large-scale plantings because it was a bit far away from Xihanling. Vegetables are grown on melons, and alfalfa is grown in large areas.

Alfalfa is grown in Zhangzhuang. Under such circumstances, there should be no cause for conflict between the two villages.

In more than 20 minutes, Zhao Xinyu arrived at Xiaopu Village. Xiaopu Village is almost 20 miles away from Xihanling. This is Zhao Xinyu's first visit to Xiaopu Village since he contracted all the farmland.

Although there are battery cars that go in and out of Xiaopu Village every day, due to the distance and the hot sales of tomatoes, cucumbers and yellow girls from Xihanling these days, there are not many people in Xiaopu Village.

On a road adjacent to the east side of Xiaopu Village and Zhangzhuang, villagers from the two villages were confronting and pushing each other, and the scene was a bit heated.

When Zhao Xinyu arrived, the villagers of Xiaopu Village gathered around him. Zhao Xinyu also knew what happened. Just now, the villagers discovered that more than a dozen villagers from Zhangzhuang were coming. They didn't even say hello and went straight in. Cut the alfalfa in the alfalfa field.

When the villagers of Xiaopu Village came to stop them, a conflict broke out between the two sides. What annoyed the villagers of Xiaopu Village the most was that the villagers of Zhangzhuang Village had no sense of admitting their mistake and instead called many villagers.

Zhao Xinyu got off the battery car and entered the alfalfa field, and then frowned. He saw bundles of alfalfa already in the field. However, they did not cut the alfalfa regularly. There were felled alfalfa scattered everywhere in the field. They say they are here to cut alfalfa, but actually they are here to destroy it.

Zhao Xinyu looked at the villagers in Zhangzhuang, "You did all this. Don't you know that the alfalfa here does not belong to you?"

"Zhao Xinyu, you are so rich, you just cut a few bundles of alfalfa. Our yellow sheep have nothing to feed. Our alfalfa has not grown yet. If our alfalfa grows, we will not care about you."

Zhao Xinyu smiled coldly and looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking, "Didn't your mother teach you not to take other people's things at will? Although alfalfa is not valuable, it belongs to others. To put it mildly, it is for taking, but to put it badly, it belongs to others. You are stealing a little bit, let your children see it, how will the children look at you."

"Whoever stole it, you said, it was just a few broken alfalfa stalks. If I didn't breed yellow sheep, you would be begging on your knees, and we wouldn't come over to take a closer look."

Zhao Xinyu's eyes turned cold, and he slapped him with his backhand. He had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen such arrogant people. He was obviously here to steal, but he was still confident and treated him as his father.

You must know that Zhao Xinyu has never seen his parents since he was a child. Later he realized that he was not abandoned by his parents, but had an accident. Although he had never met his parents, he respected the parents he had never met in his heart. This is now Someone treats him as his father, which touches Zhao Xinyu's bottom line.

With a crisp sound, the arrogant middle-aged man was slapped by Zhao Xinyu and fell into the alfalfa field. When he got up, he had a few alfalfa sticks in his mouth, looking as embarrassed as possible.

This palm made the arrogant middle-aged man calm down, but his eyes were full of resentment as he stared at Zhao Xinyu.

"I've given you some good things, but you don't know how to be grateful. Do you think I'm that easy to talk to? It was just those clover that I stole."

The villagers of Xiaopu Village behind him immediately pointed out a dozen of them, and Zhao Xinyu stared at them coldly, which made those people's expressions change.

"You have destroyed at least one acre of my alfalfa. Each of you will be fined five hundred and pay immediately. If you don't have money, find something for them and let them do a day's work."

"Zhao Xinyu, you are too bullying. How much can an acre of alfalfa cost? You are robbing me."

Zhao Xinyu snorted coldly, "I robbed it, I went to your house to rob it, or wherever I went to rob it, no one has ever been poor. When I was a child, I could only eat two meals of meat a year, but I remember what my grandfather told me. Words, people live with integrity, and they should know what to do and what not to do. Children can be forgiven for being naughty and mischievous. Aren't you still inferior to a child at your age? You don't plan your breeding, you only know how to put money in your pocket. You only know how to ask for it, but you don’t know how to be grateful. You still have the courage to steal other people’s alfalfa. I don’t know who gave you such courage. I feel blushing when I see it.”

"But we bought so many lambs, we can't wait for them to starve to death."

Zhao Xinyu smiled coldly and said, "It's unreasonable to say so. Although the state prohibits grazing in the mountains, it does not prohibit going into the mountains to cut grass. You don't know how much you weigh, and you still buy fodder from outside. As a farmer, I feel embarrassed for you." You don’t know how much money you can save if you go into the mountains to cut grass for feeding every year, so don’t make excuses for being lazy.”

These words made the villagers who came over silent. They really couldn't find any reason to refute Zhao Xinyu. There were weeds everywhere in the mountains behind the village. If they were really diligent, they would only need to spend two yuan a day. In three hours, the grass was cut enough to feed the family's lambs.

"Can Zhao Xinyu be punished less?"

"No, if you don't want to give in to the punishment, then just do it."

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at the middle-aged man he had beaten, "There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the village. I am easy to talk to good people, but I will not be polite to those who do shameful things. If they pass through my hands There are quite a few people sent in, and I don’t care if there are a few more.”

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at the villagers in Xiaopu Village next to him, "If they pay the fine, you will deal with it. If they don't pay the fine, find something for them to do and clean up the alfalfa in the fields."

On the way back to Wenying Pavilion, Zhao Xinyu was also very helpless. Having grown up in the village, he knew the problems of the villagers. The more you tolerate them, the more they will push their limits.

It's not that he doesn't sympathize with the villagers, but he knows that there is a certain level of sympathy. If it exceeds this level, many times they will take your help to them for granted.

Just like the villagers in Fengjiazhuang and Taicun two years ago, I gave them wages that were much higher than those of white-collar workers and gave them various benefits, but what they got in exchange was what they took for granted.

When they see that others give them a lot of money, they immediately turn their backs and disown them. It is precisely because of this that he is reluctant to contract farmland in these villages, letting them know that they are not capable of earning such high wages. , because others are willing to help them.

And because that kind of thing happened in villages such as Fengjiazhuang and Taicun, Zhao Xinyu would not be polite to people from other villages.

When he returned to Xihanling, Zhao Xinyu did not go home. Instead, he went directly to the tomato field. When he passed by, the Korean army pulled him into the tomato field.

"Xinyu, this is a very clever move. I just heard that the guys in the villages of Mujiazhai and Luozhuang are planning to drive the yellow sheep to our place to graze. You beat the people in Zhangzhuang and fined them. It scared those guys back all at once.”

Zhao Xinyu smiled lightly, "You can't be polite to them. If you ignore them this time, you don't know what tricks they will come up with."

"Xinyu, I pulled out a carrot yesterday. Each carrot is almost one meter long. When will we sell the carrots?"

Zhao Xinyu's eyes flickered for a few times, "Don't worry, we have a saying over there. The ground is freezing and the radish will grow long. We will wait until the peaches, apricots, and golden honeydew melons are all opened before talking about the radish. If everything goes well these days. , you go to my place to get onion seeds and ask someone to scatter them in the vegetable fields. By the way, after selling the rapeseed and spinach in Fengjiazhuang and Taicun, they plowed the land and left about 200 acres."

"What are you doing? No more alfalfa."

“If we don’t grow alfalfa, we will grow leeks.”

Hearing that Zhao Xinyu wanted to plant leeks, Han Jun's eyes widened, "Xinyu, planting onions this year will not affect vegetable planting next year. What do you do with leeks? There are too many leeks on the market."

Zhao Xinyu patted Han Jun on the shoulder and said, "Just listen to me. We will plant two types of onions this year. We will plant 200 acres of leeks for the time being. If possible, we will expand the scale."

Han Jun shook his head, "Okay, I'll be there in the afternoon." Although he promised, Han Jun was still confused in his heart. After Zhao Xinyu returned with the half-ripe tomatoes, Han Jun immediately called his father, Han Tianliang, and asked him Zhao Xinyu told his father that he wanted to plant more than 200 acres of leeks.

Zhao Xinyu had just returned to Wenying Pavilion when Han Tianliang called. Hearing that Han Tianliang asked him to plant less leeks, Zhao Xinyu knew that it must be Han Jun who called his father and asked his father Han Tianliang to persuade him to plant less leeks. Plant leeks.

"Grandpa Han, these leeks are not the ones sold in the market. These leeks taste better. I'm worried that 200 acres is still a little short."

"There are new varieties of leeks." Zhao Xinyu's words confused Han Tianliang, who had been farming all his life. In the past, everyone in the village who didn't grow leeks would taste the same.

Generally speaking, leeks are still popular in spring. Once June comes, leeks will develop a flavor that many people don’t like. There is also a proverb that leeks in June stink to death. It is precisely because of this that no one looks at leeks much after June. Even if they are sold for money, people often dislike them.