bayedsolid Chapter 212
Chapter 212
Xinghua Village, home of village chief Zhao Ganwei.
In the morning, the villagers came happily to share the pork, but at noon, several people came to say that someone had stolen the melons from their fields!
He is so busy now that he is dizzy.
"How many did you say you lost? How do you know they were stolen by people and not eaten by rats?" Zhao Ganwei asked, pointing at Aunt Wu who was shouting the loudest.
Aunt Wu immediately told the village chief all the details she had discovered, "Village Chief, my family and the Zhong family were the ones that were robbed the most!"
She is so heartbroken, okay?
The watermelons that I worked so hard to grow were stolen by a petty thief who came from nowhere before I could sell them?
Who can bear this?
If she knew who stole her melon, she would chase him ten blocks away!
Mother Zhong was there too. She had heard that Aunt Wu's melons had been stolen and thought it was a coincidence. But while the two were talking, other villagers who had grown melons said that their melons had also been stolen.
She was shocked and quickly called the eldest brother to go to the watermelon field to check. Sure enough, they found that there were fewer watermelons. They didn't know how many were missing, but judging from the broken watermelon vines, there were at least ten.
"Damn it! Our melons were also stolen!" Mother Zhong was heartbroken.
He called a group of villagers whose melons had also been stolen and went to the village chief's house.
Zhao Ganwei was so worried that his head almost went bald. If the pork had not just been distributed in the morning, he would have suspected that someone was deliberately making a feint to the east in order to steal the villagers' water melons.
Finally, every family that grew watermelons contributed one person to form a patrol team, responsible for patrolling around the watermelon fields at night.
But everyone plants crops in scattered areas on their own land, and the villagers’ land is not all adjacent to each other.
The patrol team was divided into four small teams, each with five people. They guarded like this for ten days, and no one came to steal the melons.
Zhao Ganwei's family also planted about ten trees. Last time, there were six or seven households whose melons were stolen, with a total of about forty melons.
I originally thought that the thief would come again, but I didn’t expect that I hadn’t seen anyone’s melons being stolen in the past ten days.
On the day the melons were stolen, a villager went to the town to sell something and came across a fruit and vegetable stall in the town selling water melons!
This villager was one of the people whose melons were stolen, and he immediately became suspicious: the melons from his village had just been stolen, and the next day someone in the town started selling them!
Is there such a coincidence?
With this thought in mind, the villagers went up to the shop owner and asked: Where did this water melon come from?
The shopkeeper thought he was here to buy water melons, and said with a warm smile, "Sir, we are the only one in town that has water melons! I can't tell you where they come from, but don't worry, they are very sweet! The customers who come here to buy them always come back to buy more after they have finished eating. It's so hot here, won't they feel uncomfortable eating a water melon?"
Of course it is comfortable!
But he felt heartbroken when he thought that these melons might have been stolen by someone else in their village, including the melons he had grown with great effort.
After looking at the remaining ten or so melons reluctantly, the villager went back, but as soon as he got back he told the town about the person he met selling water melons.
The village chief thought something was wrong. Only they knew about the melons in their village. Could it be that someone told others about it and then someone got on their radar and caused all this to happen? Or was there a traitor in the village? Someone stole the melons from the village and sold them?
He quickly called all the families who grew watermelons to his house.
Zhong Ruyi followed Zhong's mother to listen to what the village chief said. It would be great if they could really catch the melon thief. The people who had been on guard these days were obviously in poor spirits.
Zhao Ganwei looked sullenly at the twenty or so people standing in the yard, and there were other villagers following them outside the courtyard wall.
Everyone looked at the village chief expectantly, thinking that he had already caught the thief who stole the melons.
But the village chief's next words made everyone confused. Everyone looked at each other, and no one quite understood what he meant.
Aunt Wu boldly asked, "Village head, are you saying that someone in our village stole melons and sold them to others?"
"Ah? The melon thief is actually from our own village?"
"No way? Who is so wicked?"
"Could it be that those who don't grow the melons stole them? Our melons are very valuable! I asked the shopkeeper this morning, and he said that one melon costs five hundred coins!" This was the villager in the morning.
Zhao Ganwei stared at the people who came, but didn't see any strange expressions on anyone's face. It seemed that the thief was not among these people, or the thief was not from their village, but perhaps from another village.
When the others heard the five hundred coins, they exclaimed in surprise, and then felt heartbroken.
"Four melons were stolen from me! Four melons are worth two taels of silver!"
"Village Chief! What should we do?"
In the crowd, Tian Laoer lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at the angry curses from the people around him. Although they didn't know that they had stolen all the melons, they still felt a little guilty.
Aunt Tian, who was standing with everyone else in the yard, suddenly thought of something and glanced at the second brother who was standing by the wall.
Recently, my second son has suddenly become much more well-off, and he often buys two pounds of meat to satisfy his hunger.
When I think about what the villagers said in the morning when they asked the store about the price of water melons, which was five hundred coins each, that was indeed a huge sum of money.
In the end, no conclusion was reached. Zhong Ruyi suggested that they pick the melons and sell them early. There is no such thing as guarding against thieves for a thousand days.
Do I have to find someone to watch over those melons every day?
Anyway, they are almost ripe, so it is better to pick them early and sell them.
Aunt Wu and Aunt Zhao both agreed, "So when do we pick them?"
"Pick them in the morning and evening so that the melons won't get damaged by the sun. Also, tie some dry straw and spread it on the cart to prevent the melons from getting bumped."
After hearing this, the others also planned to pick them and sell them at the town market. This melon was almost ripe and could be picked.
The next day, the night watchman looked at the sky which was still slightly bright and saw people arriving one after another on the distant ridges of the fields.
They are all villagers who come here to pick melons and sell them.
Zhong Ruyi also went to his own field and picked about twenty watermelons, and then followed Zhong Laosan and Chen Dongzhi to the town to set up a stall.
"I'll first take some to the restaurant where I sold the deer before and ask them if they want them," said Chen Dongzhi.
His family planted more than twenty trees, and his mother and Xiaoxue were the ones who took care of them on weekdays. Unexpectedly, they grew well and each one weighed more than ten kilograms.
The watermelons of the Zhong family are the best grown among all others, thanks to Zhong Ruyi who waters them with spiritual spring water from time to time.
The watermelons were big and ripe enough that they split open immediately when I just touched them lightly with my hand in the morning.
Zhong Ruyi was quite worried. If the melon was so crispy, it would have exploded before it could be pulled to the town. Fortunately, this did not happen.
She asked her third brother to find a place to set up the stall first. She wanted to ask Manager Ding if he wanted to buy some watermelons. She was not sure whether to go to Boss Wu's place, after all, that was a place for drinking.
Unlike the restaurant where Manager Ding works, which also needs fruit.