Xie Ming

It was early afternoon.

Xiao Lang and his two horses galloped between the ridges of the fields, leaving a trail of dust on the dirt road. When they saw the melon stall at the intersection, Xiao wanted to rest, so he stopped his horse, dismounted, chatted politely, and asked for a pot of tea.

"Hey, old man, do you have any tea?"

"Why did you return this sign?"

"Give me a pot of tea, my throat is so dry that it's smoking, huh? Hahahaha"

Xiao Jingchuan has a clear voice, his figure moves as fast as the wind, and he has a good and upright figure.

Look at this person who is smiling at melon farmers, the stall owner is smiling with a reserved look.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

"This, this young man is so handsome and has a great figure."

"We country folk set up stalls on the road to make a living, and we don't have any good tea to treat us."

"If you don't mind, I'll give you a pot of the local bitter tea. Is that okay with you?!"

The melon farmer felt ashamed and a little embarrassed, and agreed reluctantly.

Hearing this, Xiao didn't care and went on with his mission.

"Haha, okay!"

"It doesn't matter what, as long as it quenches my thirst!"

"Just go ahead, old man."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and suddenly glanced back at the old man. When he saw a few watermelons on the stall in front of him, he asked again.

"Hey, are watermelons for sale too?"

"Pick two and cut them first, and we'll pay for them together, okay, old man?!"

Hearing this, the old melon farmer glanced back, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Uh, okay, okay."

"But, oh, to be honest with you, my melon shed was hit and collapsed before noon. Look, this..."

"Haha, most of the melons have been smashed, only these few are left."

"I just look around and there's nothing good."

"If you want to eat them, I'll pick two and cut them for you, and it won't cost you anything."

The old melon farmer was a very honest man. After he said that, he didn't wait for Xiao to say anything else. He turned around and went to pick the melons.

Seeing this honest farmer, Xiao was also happy.

"Hey, old man, let's put things in perspective. You still have to pay me."

As she was speaking, at this moment, an old woman suddenly came out from behind the half-collapsed roadside shack and from the fields.

Seeing how messy the scene was, I walked over and asked.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"Old man? Old."

"Hey, you still have the heart to take care of those virgins here."

"Hey, this, I haven't been here for a while, how come it turned out like this?!"

Looking at the old woman, she might be the maid of the melon farmer.

As soon as he walked up from the edge of the field, he couldn't stop complaining.

Hearing this muttering, the old melon farmer seemed to be annoyed by the scolding, so he minded his work. After cutting the melons, he handed them to Xiao, and then brewed a large pot of tea and brought it all over. After taking care of the guest, he slowly walked back to a bench next to his wife.

"Haha. Okay, it's already like this, what else can I do?"

"You don't know, at noon, two policemen were playing ball, what do you want us to do?"

"Hey, I dare to speak out. As the old saying goes, the people should not fight with the officials."

"When I have time in the next two days, I will pick it up again."

The melon farmer was relieved and left.

Finally, he fanned the old woman, who was sulking with a gloomy face and tilted head, on her back.

When the old woman heard about this, she realized there was no other way, so her anger subsided a lot.

He glanced around again and saw that there were still customers at the stall, so he didn't bother with it anymore and instead asked another question.

"Okay, okay."

"Money, did you make any money this afternoon?" As he said this, he spread out a hand and placed it horizontally in front of the melon farmer.

Seeing this, the old melon farmer was delighted. He took out the silver grain that was choking him from his belt and placed it in the old woman's palm.

Suddenly come up!

Seeing the silver particle, the old woman was shocked. "Uh, how come this silver particle came from?"

"Yes, the police officer felt sorry for me and broke something, so he left it for you?"

The old man and the old woman were both born and raised in the countryside, honest farmers. They had been poor for eight generations, digging for food in the soil. How come they had these silver grains in their hands just now?

The melon farmer, who was quite panicked for a moment, asked hurriedly.

"Hey, you, dream on!"

"When did the government give money to the common people?"

"What a beautiful thought!"

The melon farmer was deliberately keeping the source of the silver particles a secret, and he looked somewhat proud.

After all, in the countryside, silver is hard to come by, and it is considered a rare thing if you can find it with ease.

"Hey, you old man, stop talking nonsense."

"Tell me quickly, what's going on?" the old woman asked.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

Hearing about the effectiveness, the old melon farmer became even more proud and leaned back comfortably on the recliner.

He fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, savoring the feeling. It took him a long while to speak.

"This silver was dropped in front of our stall by a melon eater at noon."

"I was thinking of catching up with him and returning the money."

"I don't want to. I try my best to catch up, but I still can't catch up."

"Just when I was walking back, bang! The melon shed was smashed to pieces by the policeman."

"Well, if you ask me, it was only because I chased after him that I was able to escape this disaster!"

"If you had deliberately kept the money and didn't leave in time, I, an old man, would have been left with nothing by now!"

The melon farmers recalled what happened at noon with lingering fears, and sighed and lamented.

Hearing this, he looked at the old woman and she also let out a loud sigh.

"That's the truth. That's the truth."

"Good deeds will be rewarded."

"Our ancestors were farmers who worked on the ridges of the fields to make a living. We don't expect to become rich and powerful."

"This conscience must be there."

"God, he's watching."

"Well, then we have to keep this money."

"When the lost money is found, we will pay it back and thank the owner."

Although the old melon farmer is just a woman, she is actually a kind person.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm afraid it's going to be difficult."

"Do you know why the policeman came to our fields?"

"The police officer said that the man's name was... What was his name?"

"Hey, you, look at my brain"

"Oh, Ning Ji, yes, Ning Ji, the one who dropped the money and let me pick it up."

"Uh, they said he had committed a serious crime and that he would be severely punished. Yes, they said he would be sent to prison!"

"If you stare at me, you want me to identify you."

"I, I am afraid. I really don't dare to play tricks on the officials."

"I just pointed out where he was going with just one finger."

"Ugh"

"What do you mean by this?"

"I thought he was a nice guy, so we sat here, eating watermelon, and chatted."

"How can it be considered a crime?"

"Old woman, tell me, by giving the police officer some advice, am I harming him?"

The melon farmer thought back to what he had done at noon and felt a lot of worries in his mind. He felt guilty and upset, so when he talked about it now, his face turned pale and he was very worried.

(End of this chapter)