"Oh, that's not true."
The uncle unknowingly headed towards his own land, and unknowingly started chatting with Di Ying.
"The land here belongs to the village chief's family. He has many sons, so he is not in a hurry to harvest it. It will be cut in one fell swoop tomorrow. The land over there is up to you.
The wheat there was blown down more by the wind, which is a pity. Mr. and Mrs. Han Maolin were in poor health and could not farm well even on two acres of land.
In the past, the only son in his family would tend sheep when he was free and go to the fields when he was busy. No matter how much people in the village helped him, this never happened.
Now that Li Xing's child is dead and his wife has jumped into the river, only Maolin and his wife are left with two children who are no taller than the table. Look, the food has just been buried in the ground.
Tomorrow, I will ask a few of my boys to help them cut it back.
By the way, young man, do you know how to look at the weather? Is it really going to rain the day after tomorrow? Do you know when it will rain? "
"I can see a little bit, not much. Guessing the rain, I'll have to go after dinner the day after tomorrow."
Di Ying answered modestly.
The uncle glanced at him, gave a thumbs up and said: "If you can speak so carefully, you must be on the right track. You scholars must be of use to matters in the field and at home."
But those who have studied have become officials.
After becoming an official, who would want to take care of the affairs of the land?
Neither the land nor the people care about it. Even if the child Li Xing was killed, no one would care about it. "
Di Ying: "Looking at your tone, uncle, Han Lixing is still a good person?"
The uncle nodded.
"Isn't that nice? Even though he is the only child in the family, he is willing to help people in the village no matter what they have to do.
In the past, when the sheep was in trouble, he never ate alone and would give some to those in the village who were having a hard time.
I haven't given them away in the past two years, they have all been thrown away, which is a pity.
However, the price of sheep is quite expensive. There are always people from the city, from wealthy families like you, who come to collect some live sheep.
His family is living a good life. But he didn't want to do that. When he had money, he built roads and bridges everywhere in the village.
You ask, how could someone with such evil intentions kill him? So heartless.
The local government didn't care, they didn't even know who the bad guy was.
Let those of us who are still alive be on tenterhooks all day long. "
Di Ying agreed and said: "The government is too incompetent. Sir, according to you, Han Lixing doesn't have any enemies or anything? He hasn't had any fights or quarrels with other shepherds?"
"What's the noise about?"
The uncle said, pointing to the mountains not far away on the left and right sides, and said: "Sheep are expensive, how many people can afford to buy little sheep?
In our village, Li Xing and Han Ming herd sheep. Look at so many mountains. They are all placed on one side. How can there be any quarrel?
It was after Li Xing died that Han Ming went to herd sheep on his property. Han Ming always wanted to find the person who harmed Li Xing. How dangerous is it, don’t you think? "
"Dad! You are so careless with others. It took half a day to bring water. We are dying of thirst."
At this time, Di Ying and the uncle had already walked to the field stem.
Some people were curious when they saw Di Ying and his group from a distance, and someone who should be the uncle's son came over to interrupt the uncle's chat.
Song Wen stepped forward, handed the kettle and basket to the other party, and pulled the other party to talk. He said that he would help the other party harvest wheat and so on.
In just a few words, you can have a lively conversation with someone.
I was too embarrassed to refuse, so I went to borrow some sickles, and we all got off the ground together.
The uncle went back happily and said he was going to cook for them.
Di Ying also took off her outer robe, rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs, and started cutting with the sickle.
When the wheat is ripe, you should not use too much force when gathering, cutting, and placing it, otherwise the grains will fall to the ground.
It is possible to pick up the broken ears of wheat, but it is very difficult to pick up the wheat kernels.
Seeing how skilled these noble people were in their work, the uncle's four sons became a little confused.
At first they thought: These noble people just go to the fields and do some random things so that they can go back to show their merits. Don’t governments do this every day?
Now it looks more and more different.
I couldn't help but inquire about the identity of this group of people.
The ten guards all came from poor backgrounds, and Song Wen's ability to communicate with others quickly dispelled their doubts.
In addition, people working in the surrounding fields were equally curious and looking at this group of people.
Di Ying did not get involved in the petty chat between their parents.
While Di Ying was cutting wheat, he paid attention to the soil in the field.
Occasionally, he twisted a few wheat grains and looked at the grains inside.
I didn’t throw it away after reading it, I just threw it in my mouth.
Song Wen followed suit.
It's quite chewy when chewed with a big mouth.
"Are you hungry? Why don't you... stop doing this and go back to my house for something hot to eat."
Han Da'er saw their behavior and said with great dismay.
Di Ying smiled and shook his head. While stacking the cut wheat, he asked, "Your fields are well cultivated. The ears of wheat are full and the grains are fragrant."
"Huh? You can see this too?"
Han Daer was surprised again for a moment, and then he laughed.
He smiled like the simplest, peasant man.
"The magistrate of our county is a good man. He often went to the village to teach us things in the fields. Since he became the county magistrate, the grain output in the fields has improved a lot. . He doesn’t raise taxes indiscriminately, and our life is said to be better than that of other counties.”
"He's just a bit stupid."
Han Si'er, who was about twelve years old, suddenly answered.
After receiving it, Han Saner slapped him on the head.
"What are you talking about? That's the county magistrate. How can he be stupid? Can he teach us how to farm well if he's stupid? He, he's just not very good at solving cases."
"Isn't that stupid? You can't solve the case, how can you be an official? When my family had no food to eat, it was the food sent by brother Li Xing. As a result, he died, and the county magistrate couldn't find the murderer. It's really useless. ."
Han Si'er replied unconvinced.
Han Daer became angry when he heard this.
He scolded Han Si'er and said: "County Magistrate Zhang is our Qingtian Grand Master. It doesn't matter whether he can solve the case or not. He didn't bully us people and let us have enough to eat. He is a good man. If you continue to talk nonsense, don't look at me. Beat you to death."
Han Si'er was silent.
Di Ying asked Xiang Daer in due course.
"Why do you all say that the county magistrate won't solve the case?"
Han Daer scratched his scalp after hearing the question.
After being confused for a while, he replied: "Brother Li Xing is dead, but the county magistrate didn't catch the person who killed him. In fact, many people died inexplicably, and Magistrate Zhang didn't even find the murderer. Everyone At once……"
