Save the Bachelor of Heaven

  The so-called crowd gathers firewood, and thanks to the concerted efforts of everyone, the repair work of the Bailu Ancestral Hall is in full swing.

  Bai Jiaxuan saw that everyone supported him, so he didn't mention the resignation of the patriarch.

  However, the third thing he wants to do—to check the ban on tobacco seedlings—is facing strong resistance.

   "Jiaxuan, don't you dare to cut off the wealth of the villagers." Lu Zilin persuaded.

   "But it's a crime to grow this thing." Bai Jiaxuan looked at the white, red, and pink flowers in the field, his face was gloomy.

   It was this thing that ruined the atmosphere on the plain.

"Why do you say that? We don't grow this thing, but we have to grow other fields, so we can't just suffer." Lu Zilin persuaded, "Besides, the taxes that need to be paid every year come from here. If you want to cut off this source of income, how will the folks live in the future?

   Besides, when we grow this kind of thing, we don’t eat and drink it ourselves. Didn’t we build an ancestral hall? Our ancestors should bless us. "

  Other folks also watched eagerly.

  This kind of thing is indeed a crime, but it is their most important source of income. If the tobacco seedlings are really banned, how will they live in the future.

  Bai Jiaxuan looked at the eyes staring at him in pairs, and felt a lot of pressure for a while.

  He also knows that this is a source of income for the villagers. If it is really broken, many people will return to poverty, and they will not even be able to get rid of it.

  As the patriarch, although he has great power, he has to think about it.

   "Why don't we plant something else after this crop is over?" A clan elder suggested.

  Bai Jiaxuan took a few puffs of his cigarette, and finally nodded.

  When the villagers saw it, they were all relieved.

  Seeing that he agreed, Lu Zilin couldn't help laughing.

  With this compromise, there will be a second and a third time. Once the bottom line cannot be kept, it is not called the bottom line.

  …

  Xiang Nan sighed when he knew that Bai Jiaxuan had given up smoking ban.

  He knew that not everyone had the courage to make the decision of a strong man to sever his wrist.

  But long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. If this procrastination continues, it will do more harm to Bailu Village.

   Two days later, Xiang Nan was working in the temple.

  At this moment, Lu San hurried in, "Hei Wa, good news, Mr. Zhu is back."

   "Mr. Zhu is back?!" Xiang Nan was overjoyed when he heard that, "Let's go and have a look."

  Mr. Zhu is the best scholar in Bailuyuan, and the only one who is qualified to be called a great Confucian.

  He is not the kind of sour literati who has read rotten books, but a scholar who really applies what he has learned and is well-versed in the world.

  With his arrival, there is hope for cracking down on tobacco seedlings.

  Therefore, Xiang Nan hurriedly went out with Lu San.

  …

  As soon as I came down from the temple, I saw Mr. Zhu leading the cow, and Bai Jiaxuan and Ma Liuer were walking out of the village carrying the plow.

   "Oh, Mr. Zhu, how can I let you lead the cow? It's too disrespectful. I'll come, I'll come." Seeing this, Lu San said hastily.

   "Lu San, you underestimate me as a scholar." Mr. Zhu smiled, "I have also practiced the ability to hold an ox and help a plow since I was a child. After so many years, my hands are itchy without touching the plow."

  Seeing this, Lu San also laughed, then turned to ask his son, "Hei Wa, what are they doing here?"

   "Check the ban on smoking seedlings." Xiang Nan said.

   "What?!" Hearing what he said, Lu San was taken aback.

  Bai Jiaxuan and Ma Liuer were also stunned.

   It was Mr. Zhu who looked over in amazement. He didn't expect Xiang Nan to be so smart, and he told his mind right away.

   "Hello, Mr. Zhu~" Xiang Nan saw him looking over, smiled and said, cupping his hands.

  Mr. Zhu nodded.

   Then a group of people came to the outside of the village.

   Sure enough, when he reached the edge of the field, Mr. Zhu got on the plow, swung his whip with one hand, held the plow with the other, yelled at the cattle, and pushed all the tobacco seedlings that were still blooming.

   And what he did made Bai Jiaxuan's heart ache to death.

   After all, these tobacco seedlings can be exchanged for money in the future. He said he wanted to ban tobacco seedlings, but he couldn't bear it because he couldn't bear it himself.

  The villagers were stunned when they saw it.

   I didn’t expect that Mr. Zhu would dare to do this, plowing all the tobacco seedlings, it’s all money.

  Especially Lu Zilin, who wanted to go deeper.

  Mr. Zhu has now plowed the tobacco seedlings of the Bai family. Once this precedent is set, can the tobacco seedlings of other families be kept?

   "Jiaxuan, why are you still standing there, why don't you take the ox and plow the tobacco seedlings with me." Mr. Zhu looked at Bai Jiaxuan and said.

  Bai Jiaxuan listened to his brother-in-law the most. Although his heart ached at the moment, he still put on the plow and plowed up the smoke seedlings.

  …

  At this moment, Lu Zilin's father, Lu Taiheng, came and bowed to Mr. Zhu, "Mr. Zhu, you are back. It has been five years, and I am looking forward to your return."

   "Uncle Taehyung, you are in good health." Mr. Zhu nodded and smiled.

"Okay, okay, TOEFL, TOEFL." Lu Taiheng cupped his hands and smiled, then looked at Lu Zilin, "Why are you still standing there, why don't you hurry up and learn from Mr. Zhu, put on the ox, put on the plow, and put our smoke Have the seedlings been plowed?"

  Lu Zilin was taken aback, "What?"

  He also thought that after Bai Jiaxuan's family's tobacco seedlings were destroyed, it must be the turn of other people's houses. He was still thinking about how to delay it.

   Unexpectedly, before Bai Jiaxuan came to the door, his father would plow the tobacco seedlings by himself.

   Isn't this smashing his own job? He couldn't figure it out.

  When Lu Taiheng saw this, he immediately gave him a sideways glance.

  He thinks better than his son.

  Mr. Zhu is a saint, and his status in the village is very important. This time he set an example by plowing his own tobacco seedlings first. At that time, the smoke seedlings of other people in the village will not be able to keep at all.

  The so-called stretching the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife. It's better to be a bachelor and plow the tobacco seedlings by yourself, so as to avoid embarrassment in the future.

  Lu Zilin had no choice but to nod.

   "Uncle Tai Heng, please accept my worship." Seeing him doing this, Mr. Zhu smiled and bowed to him.

   "Oh, I can't bear it." Lu Taiheng hastily said humbly.

  …

  With the Bailu family as an example, other people's tobacco seedlings will naturally not be able to keep.

  In less than three days, all the poisonous flowers that bloomed all over the plain were wiped out.

  However, it is recorded in the book that Mr. Zhu only succeeded once in his crackdown on tobacco seedlings.

   Later, the new county magistrate handed over the task of banning tobacco seedlings to other people, and the tobacco seedlings appeared on Bailuyuan again.

  The TV series is different from the original.

  In the TV series, Mr. Zhu’s ban on smoking seedlings was spontaneous, not assigned by the county magistrate, and Bailu Village was not forced to destroy the seedlings, but responded positively.

   Therefore, after Mr. Zhu banned smoking in the play, there were no more tobacco seedlings in the village.

   In Xiang Nan's view, this is a good thing.

  After all, that thing is really harmful. It weakens people's physique, corrodes people's minds, and makes people inhuman, ghosts and ghosts, and even forgets how to be a human being.

  Like Bai Shitouer, because of his addiction, not only his family went bankrupt, but even his wife and son became beggars.