small farmer

Chapter 707 Uncle Pony’s Family Heirloom (12)

The police inspected the vegetable field for a while
After asking the parties some questions, they left in a hurry again.

"Hey, why did the police leave?" Uncle Er Niu asked curiously.

"Maybe I found some clues? After all, the monitoring is on the side of the road!" Zhang Feng said speculatively.

Uncle Er Niu nodded suddenly, thinking that what Zhang Feng said was right, the police should have found some clues.

I have to say that Zhang Feng's guess was right. It was because another group of police officers found the suspect while checking the surveillance cameras. These police officers rushed back in such a hurry. It must be against the clock to catch the suspect, otherwise the thief would find out that something was wrong. , Hearing the wind and fleeing, it will be even more troublesome.

"Let's go, let's go, everyone!"

"Let's go, let's go to work!"

After the police left, there was nothing to see, and the villagers immediately dispersed. The vegetables in the fields were still waiting for everyone to harvest. If the trucks came later, everyone's vegetables had not been harvested, it would be miserable.

After everyone left, Zhang Laosan sighed, looked at his wife who had been crying, and without saying a word, silently held a sickle and continued to harvest vegetables in the field.

Although all the vegetables in a field have been stolen, there are still many left, right?

After all, life has to go on. As long as these vacated plots are cleaned and replanted, they can be restored in about half a month.

Therefore, although Zhang Laosan felt sad, he still harvested today's vegetables quickly, and still worked hard in the field.

"It's really unlucky for Mr. Zhang and his family. The two losses should be tens of thousands, right?" Er Niu Shu shook his head as the two walked together.

"It must be in the tens of thousands. Let me say [-] or [-]!" Zhang Feng took a look at it. The two losses of Zhang Laosan's family were not small, and all the vegetables in a vegetable field worth seven to eight cents were stolen by thieves. , the most amazing thing is that it was stolen twice. I really don't know how the thief has a soft spot for his vegetables.

"Uncle Er Niu is gone!" At the fork in the road, Zhang Feng was about to walk towards the village.

"Where are you going, boy? Won't you collect the vegetables with me?" Uncle Er Niu asked pretending to be exaggerated.

"Okay, okay, just accept it, I'm afraid of you!" Zhang Feng shook his head speechlessly, this Er Niu uncle actually relied on him.

"That's right, who told you to chat with me just now, it took me so much time." Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Uncle Er Niu said with a smile.

"I'll go, Uncle Er Niu, do you have any shame?" Zhang Feng smiled wryly and shook his head, thinking that you took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me first, okay?

"Face? Why do I need face? Don't I have face myself?" Uncle Er Niu asked back pretending to be stupid.

"Okay, you are awesome, you are ruthless!" Zhang Feng smiled and gave a thumbs up. He is really shameless and invincible.

So the two little friends, bickering with each other, went to the field to harvest vegetables, and it was very lively. Before they knew it, all the baskets were filled with vegetables.

"Xiaofeng, thank you for today!" Uncle Er Niu smiled and thanked Zhang Feng as he watched the vegetable truck go away.

"It's okay, thank you!" Zhang Feng smiled and shook his head.

The two grew up together, and they had to wear the same pair of underpants when they had a good relationship when they were young. Moreover, Uncle Er Niu helped him a lot during his decadent years.

Such as plowing, plowing, harvesting corn, etc., and each time there is no money, so although Zhang Feng shut himself in a closed world, he is still very grateful to Uncle Er Niu.

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After bidding farewell to Uncle Er Niu, Zhang Feng continued to walk home in a pair of slippers.

Walking, halfway, I found that Uncle Ma was wearing reading glasses and was repairing a kerosene lamp at the gate.

"Hey! Uncle Ma is repairing your baby?" Zhang Feng joked with a smile.

"Hey, of course, this is a family heirloom in my family, it has been passed down from my great-grandfather's generation!"

"Oh, are you almost an antique?" Seeing such a primitive kerosene lamp, Zhang Feng asked with a smile.

"That's right, it's estimated to wait for 80 or [-] years, and it will really become an antique!" Uncle Ma also said with a smile.

"Can this still work?" Zhang Feng thought to himself, what's the use of repairing this thing now.

"It's fixed, just keep it safe!"

As Uncle Ma spoke, he swiftly removed the glass lampshade outside.

Then I found that the wick inside was all rotten, no wonder it couldn't be lit.

"Oh, it's been useless for almost 20 years." Uncle Ma pulled out the wick, then rubbed out a new one, and said with a sigh.

Seeing the kerosene lamp at Uncle Pony's house, Zhang Feng felt very moved, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to his childhood.

In Zhang Feng's memory, power outages were commonplace when he was a child. Whenever there was a power outage, the kerosene lamps at home were useful.

And what his own kerosene lamp looks like, Zhang Feng still remembers it clearly.

It is a very simple kerosene lamp made of an ink bottle, I guess many friends have seen it.

Thinking about the harsh conditions when I was a child, but I still had a lot of fun at that time, I was carefree every day, and I didn’t know what troubles were at all. That kind of childhood is really memorable.

As soon as he walked to the door of the house, he met Xiaoyue walking out with a few classmates.

"elder brother!"

"Hello, Brother Feng!" Xiaoyue's classmates also hurriedly greeted Zhang Feng.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Feng nodded with a smile, and then asked a few little girls.

"Brother, we are going to go to the mountain to collect wild mountain bubbles!" Zhang Yue happily reported to Zhang Feng.

"Okay, everyone, pay attention to safety, and you have to go early and come back early, we are going to have dinner at twelve o'clock!" Zhang Feng resisted everyone with a smile.

"Understood (Brother Feng)" the little girls replied together.

After waving his hand to send the group of little girls away, Zhang Feng greeted his mother and walked into the house.

"Eldest sister, where's Xiaolin?" Walking into the room, she found that only the elder sister was packing the crispy fish, so she asked curiously.

"She, she went to paint by the lake!"

Zhang Feng was suddenly stunned, thinking that his sister must be playing for real this time, actually working so hard.

After checking that the time was still there, Zhang Feng took his calligraphy and painting tools and walked towards the lake.

When Zhang Feng came to the lake, he saw that Yiyi was also here, and the two of them were concentrating on painting by the lake.

Zhang Feng smiled and walked over quietly.

Then he stood behind them and silently watched them draw.

Because Yiyi has studied with Zhang Feng for a period of time, she has some foundation, so her painting is still better than Zhang Lin, so most of the time it is Yiyi who is explaining, and her younger sister Zhang Lin is studying seriously.

"Sister Yiyi, can you see if it's drawn like this?"

"Hey, yes! That's it!" Yiyi smiled and nodded.

At this moment, Zhang Feng suddenly interjected.

"Not bad, great progress!"

"Ah! (Crazy) brother, you are here!" The two turned their heads, saw Zhang Feng, and shouted in surprise.

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded, then quickly set up his easel, fixed the pen and ink, and taught the two painting skills while painting.

(End of this chapter)