Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 4 Someone Steals Plums
In the next few days, Yang Zhenyu's daily working hours were about ten hours. The system didn't seem to have strict requirements to produce substantive and effective results. As long as you are doing something, it will be counted as working hours.

Working hours reached 70 hours.

Five lottery draws, two primary physical recovery potions, and three primary fruit and vegetable liquids.

The fruit and vegetable liquid was used immediately.

No stamina potion was used. Except for digging the road for two days, which took a little bit of physical strength, other labor items did not cause too much load on Yang Zhenyu's relatively strong body.

This afternoon, Yang Zhenyu had just administered some medicine for Wang Xiuying's bruises, when the prince came back with big strides, stood in front of his grandparents and grandchildren, and shouted for a while.

"Meow~meow~meow~"

The cry sounded a bit annoyed.

Wang Xiuying is the person who has been with the prince the longest, and she can roughly tell what the prince wants to express.

"Grandson, follow the prince to have a look!" Wang Xiuying said.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zhenyu was puzzled.

"The prince should have discovered that someone was stealing!"

When Yang Zhenyu heard this, he stared at the prince in doubt, "Hey~, when did you develop the skill of housekeeping?"

"Meow~" the prince bared his teeth.

Wang Xiuying said: "Someone stole a chicken before, and the crown prince also reported it to me."

"Okay, grandma, I'll go and have a look right away!"

Yang Zhenyu agreed, and went into the field with a stick in his hand.

The prince ran to the front of the people and led the way very fast.

Regardless of whether the prince is like a dog, he has the ability to guard the house? There are crisp plum growers around, who would come to steal plums?

Yang Zhenyu couldn't figure it out for a while.

Until I walked into the field and looked through the gaps between the leaves of the plum tree branches, I saw two or three half-tree tall figures.

"People are coming!"

"Run!"

"It's over, it's over!"

There were a few childish voices.

Yang Zhenyu yelled: "I will stand up for everything!"

The three little babies stood up rolling and crawling.

When Yang Zhenyu walked up, the three little boys were ashamed, with snot still hanging from their mouths, and they didn't dare to look at Yang Zhenyu.

Call ~
The boy standing in the middle exhaled, and breathed the snot into his nose again, then raised his hand and wiped it with his arm, pulling out a line of snot.

Yang Zhenyu knew him as the grandson of Zhang Chunqin's family in the village, and in the village he was a naughty mischievous.

"What are you doing?" Yang Zhenyu asked seriously.

The three boys didn't answer.

"Okay! I'll call Aunt Zhang and ask her to pick up the man!"

Such a scare.

The three boys immediately faltered, and quickly admitted their mistake, "Little Uncle Yang, don't call, we made a mistake, we just want to pick a few plums to eat!"

"Meow~meow~"

The prince ran to their schoolbags and yelled twice.

Yang Zhenyu walked over and saw that the three schoolbags were full.

"It's okay to pick a few and eat them, just go home and tell me. What you are doing now is stealing, you know?" Yang Zhenyu educated.

"I got it, I got it, little Uncle Yang, please, don't tell my grandma!"

Yang Zhenyu is not feeling sorry for a few plums, but their behavior really needs to be educated. There is an old saying in the countryside that it is not unreasonable to penetrate needles when you are young and steal gold when you grow up.

It's not good to do it yourself, who is not the grandson loved by grandparents, Yang Zhenyu still called Zhang Chunqin.

After hearing this, Zhang Chunqin angrily pulled out a bamboo stick from the broom, and rushed to the scene immediately.

He didn't say anything, just started fighting.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ~ can't do it! Stop hitting, grandma, I was wrong, grandma, don't steal anymore!"

Sun Wazi twisted and cried badly.

"I can't beat you to death today, you son of a bitch. I haven't learned how to steal since I was a child!" Zhang Chunqin didn't know how to educate her.

Yang Zhenyu stepped forward and dragged, "Aunt Zhang, it's almost done, just let him have a memory!"

He also didn't expect Zhang Chunqin to strike so ruthlessly.

Zhang Chunqin braced her back to breathe, pointed at Sun Wa with a bamboo stick and yelled, "Will you steal from now on?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

"There are a few acres of plums planted at the head of the house. You can lie on the tree and eat them to death. If you come out and steal them, don't they taste different?" Zhang Chunqin continued to criticize.

"Hmm!" Sun Wa snorted and nodded.

"Huh? Are you okay?"

Seeing that Zhang Chunqin was about to attack again, Yang Zhenyu hurriedly stopped her.

The other two boys also echoed: "The plums in their family are better, but the plums in the family are so sour!"

"I'll clean up the two of you when your parents come, and stop fooling around with my kids, a bunch of rotten kids!" Zhang Chunqin taught.

Yang Zhenyu was clicked by Xiaowa's words, he didn't pay attention just now, now he walked under the plum tree and saw that the fruit on the tree was indeed much bigger than before.

He picked one off and took a sip.

hmm~
The taste is not bad.

It's still a little sour, but not bitter.

Pick another one, break it lightly, and it will split.

Typical crisp plum quality.

Yang Zhenyu suddenly remembered that the plum tree planted in this place was the place where he first dripped fruit and vegetable liquid a week ago.

Instantly excited.

The system does not deceive me!
There is still about a week before the fruit is fully ripe, and the taste will definitely not disappoint.

After Zhang Chunqin taught the child, she turned her head and smiled and said to Yang Zhenyu: "Xiao Yang! I'm so sorry, so, you can weigh how many catties are in the schoolbag, and I will count the money for you!"

"No need, Aunt Zhang, it's just a few plums. I called you here mainly to remind your grandson that such behavior is wrong. If you develop a habit, what will you do when you leave the society?" Yang Zhenyu road.

"Yes, yes, I will educate him well, I am really sorry today!"

"It's okay!" Yang Zhenyu finally looked at the three boys, "Have you remembered the lesson? Do you dare to steal in the future?"

"No, no, no!"

The three boys shook their heads.

"Go over and do your homework!" Zhang Chunqin drove her grandson home and picked up her schoolbag.

On the way back, I curiously took a plum out of my schoolbag, and was a little surprised. Why is the plum in Wang Xiuying's house so big?

The fruit is bigger than previous years.

Unreasonable!

The plums in the whole village should be poor this year.

Then she took another bite.

A little dumbfounded.

Sun Wa squinted at her grandma, and said righteously, "Is it better than ours?"

Zhang Chunqin turned around and took the note twice, "Hurry up!"

After returning home, she ran into the house with the fruit and read to her husband, "Old man, come and see, these are the plums from Wang Xiuying's family!"

Wu Jianguo showed exactly the same expression as Zhang Chunqin before, and went out to the field to pick two of his own plums, and compared them when he came back, the difference was too great.

"What's going on?" Wu Jianguo stared at Zhang Chunqin and asked.

"Did Wang Xiuying use some high-grade fertilizer?" Zhang Chunqin guessed.

……

Yang Zhenyu also picked a few and went back, Wang Xiuying asked with concern, "Who is it?"

"Auntie Zhang's baby and two other boys are stealing our plums!"

"What's so good about stealing plums? They grow more plums than we do!" Wang Xiuying said puzzledly, "These kids are wrong, folks in the village, if you want to eat plums, tell me, how can you learn to steal? Give it a good education, steal needles from a young age, and steal gold when you grow up!"

"Grandma, try it!" Yang Zhenyu brought the picked plums to Wang Xiuying's mouth.

"I won't eat it, it's so sour!" Wang Xiuying shook her head in disgust, but Yu Guangzhong noticed that the plum in Yang Zhenyu's hand was a bit big, and she turned around and said in surprise, "From our field?"

　The author Jun was beaten to death when he stole oranges from other people's fields when he was a child.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)