Back to the 80s, I was a military wife and was pampered by a tough guy with a pure heart.

Ye Ying took the wallet, opened it and looked at it. In addition to the money, there was also a 2-inch black and white headshot and a letter of introduction.

This wallet obviously does not belong to the thief, it must have been stolen by him.

Ye Ying was about to ask the thief where he stole the wallet, but found that he had already limped away while she was checking the contents of the wallet, holding his crotch.

Ye Ying did not catch up, but took the wallet to the police station again and handed the wallet to the police officer.

When the police officer learned that she had just taught the thief a lesson, he gave her a thumbs up without hesitation: "You are a hero among women, well beaten."

Ye Ying immediately denied it: "I didn't beat him, I just almost made him die off."

The two laughed, and then Ye Ying went home.

On the way back to the village, she deeply felt that the security at this time was really bad.

When she came to town, she met everyone.

Thieves, human traffickers, chicken heads, it's really... much more chaotic than the 21st century.

Back to the village, it was another thirty kilometers away, and it was already around two o'clock in the afternoon when we got home.

None of the family members were here, but they left some millet porridge, pickles, and a big steamed bun for her.

Ye Ying had been hungry for a long time, and she ate all these in just a few strokes, even the steamed buns she disliked the most.

After dinner, she was not idle either.

I am going to go wandering around in the fields. Although I still don’t know how to do a lot of farm work, I still have to learn how to pretend to make the old couple happy and not let the villagers gossip.

Ye Ying's house is a bit far away from the ground. She doesn't want to walk, so she rides a bicycle.

Passing by a field planted with potatoes, an old man was picking potatoes under a big shed.

When I got closer, I saw several large sacks of potatoes piled under the shed. The uncle was picking out the sprouted potatoes from the sacks one by one and throwing them into a basket.

Ye Ying stopped in front of the shed while riding her bicycle and asked curiously: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you see that these potatoes have sprouted? Once the potatoes sprout, they are useless and can only be thrown away!"

"Ah?" Ye Ying quickly got off the bicycle, stepped on the bicycle's footrest, and walked to the shed.

When she got closer, she saw several baskets of sprouted potatoes piled inside the shed.

Pity.

Ye Ying couldn't help frowning: "Why didn't you sell it before? It would be a pity to let it sprout!"

Hearing this, the uncle picked up the potatoes for a moment, and took the time to raise his head and glance at her: "Fat girl, remember, your uncle is always your uncle."

"Do you think I don't know that I want to sell it? The key is that someone takes it!"

Ye Ying was startled and heard the helplessness in the uncle's words.

"Why is there no one collecting them? How were the potatoes treated before?"

"Hey..." The uncle threw the potatoes in his hand into the basket, looked at the endless land, and sighed: "In the past, there was a boss who drove a big truck to our village every two days to collect potatoes! Then I followed him. Planted some.”

"But later on, I only came once every ten days or so. That's okay, as long as it can be sold."

"But in the past two months, for some reason, the boss has completely stopped coming, causing our potatoes to sprout or rot!"

"I guess the boss went to the next village to collect them! Their potato prices should be cheaper than those in our village. If I follow the trend, I will be at a loss."

So that’s what happened!

"How much does the boss charge for your potatoes?"

"Two cents and a kilogram."

so cheap? Isn't that a cheap sale?

Ye Ying thought for a while and asked: "It's so cheap, why don't you take it to the town and sell it yourself?"

The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard her question.

"Fat girl, are you kidding me? How many potatoes can we haul to town with the old bicycle and trolley we have at home?"

"The main thing is that potatoes can't be sold at a high price! It takes a lot of time to go there!"

"Then you can send a representative to the town to look for it and see if there is a boss in the market to collect it! It's better than rotting in the ground!"

The uncle said "cut", rolled his eyes at Ye Ying, and joked in a teasing tone: "You go? How about I send you to be the representative?"

Ye Ying: "..."

She suddenly felt that she was nosy, turned around angrily, and went to her field.

Their family also grows potatoes, but they don’t grow many, and they don’t plan to sell them. At most, they dig them up and eat them at home.

Unlike this old man, he planted at least three or four acres of potatoes.

The harvest period of potatoes is very fast, usually 60-70 days. She felt that the uncle planted so many at once, and there was an element of betting in it.

But along the way, she discovered that the old man was not the only farmer who kept throwing potatoes, but there were at least four or five farmers.

From this point of view, it is very likely that the boss who came to the village to collect potatoes had a relatively high demand, and then "encouraged" everyone to grow more potatoes.

The villagers probably saw that the boss had a huge demand for potatoes and should not worry about selling them, so many people followed suit and started planting potatoes.

This was good, but the potato harvesting boss didn't come anymore, he was just like the scumbag who deceived the little girl.

So the people who followed the trend and bet on growing potatoes were unlucky.

Ye Ying followed yesterday's path and found her way to yesterday's field. Only Li Yanmei and An Xiaotong were digging sweet potatoes in the field.

After asking, I found out that Ye Shuncheng took people to drain the rice fields in the afternoon.

Generally speaking, rice starts to drain about half a month after harvesting, so this means that the rice is almost ready to be harvested.

Ye Ying also helped dig some sweet potatoes. It was almost dark before the three of them walked home.

Looking at the village not far away, with smoke rising from the kitchen, Ye Ying suddenly felt at ease for a moment.

When approaching the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, Ye Ying subconsciously felt a little defensive, but when she walked over, she found that the group of old people were not there. They seemed to have gone home to eat, and there were only a few wild dogs barking on the road.

When they passed by the door of Widow Li's house, Widow Li once again poured a basin of water at the right time.

Li Yanmei was not surprised by this and said nothing.

Even though it didn't hit them, he poured water on them again and again as they passed by, which was somewhat deliberate.

Ye Ying is not used to it.

"Widow Li, every day when we come home, you pour water outside. What do you mean?"

Widow Li smiled and said something sinister: "We are neighbors after all, so we can't talk nonsense. I didn't target your family either! How come I am so unlucky when I go to the door to pour water?"

The implication is that they have bad luck!