What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Nan Xing was right. Mother Zhou went to the field to break corn for two days in a row, sold it in the town, and sold it short every time when she came back, some people in the village couldn't sit still.

The first person to come to the door was Xu Jiafulang.

Jing Mo had a good impression of him, and this person was one of the six people who helped to prepare the land, so Jing Mo agreed without saying a word, but the price he charged was [-]% more than Zhou's mother, which was the same as Sanshizhai , It's two pennies a piece.

Mr. Xu's husband had inquired with Zhou's mother, and knew that she sold them for three cents and five per cent each in the town, and two cents for six cents.

If you give Qian Jingmo two copies, he can still earn one penny and five per cent.

"Success, I'll buy ten from you first." If they can be sold tomorrow, he can still earn ten cents after deducting the travel expenses.

Seeing him carrying the basket, Jing Mo knew that he wanted it now, so he said, "I'll take you there now."

He turned around and locked the door, and went to the field with Xu Jiafulang.

At this time, in the middle of the unitary hour, the sun was hanging in the sky emitting orange brilliance, and there were still people walking around in the village. They saw Jing Mo with Mrs. Xu's family, and thought of the story in the village that Zhou Jingniang was selling corn in the town. Said: "Mr. Xu's family, you also buy corn from Jingmo?"

This matter cannot be concealed, so Xu Jiafulang nodded: "It's not that Jing Mo is willing to help out because of the few of us who have helped him with work."

Jing Mo heard this and glanced at him.

What Xu Jiafulang said is to tell everyone that he doesn't sell everyone, it's because they have a relationship, so that anyone who wants to help him in the future has to be more polite to him.

Xu Jiafulang remembered him well.

But even two pennies are confiscated, and now there is still a market for corn, and there are people who want more or less, it depends on whether their brains are flexible enough.

No one else knew what that man was thinking, so when he heard Xu Jiafulang's words, he replied dryly, "That's true."

The two stopped talking and walked straight into the field.

When they arrived at the cornfield, they accidentally saw Zhou Jing, who was patrolling the field.

Jing Mo called him: "What are you doing here at this hour?"

Zhou Jing glanced at Mr. Xu's husband next to him, but said nothing.

Jing Mo knew that he had something to say, but he couldn't do it right in front of Mr. Xu's husband, so he took Mr. Xu's basket and went to the field to break ten pieces of corn for him.

Mr. Xu's husband ordered twenty texts to Jingmo, thanking him and saying goodbye.

Jing Mo collected the money, and waited for Mr. Xu's husband to leave before looking at Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing immediately poured beans out of the bamboo tube: "Someone in the village is stealing corn."

"Ok?"

Zhou Jing led him to one of the fields, and then pushed aside the good corn stalks around, revealing the broken corn stalk in the middle.

"..."

The stolen corn was in the center, and only two were broken, so you wouldn't notice it unless you looked carefully.

That is to say, Zhou Jing took care of them all the time and came to see them every day before he discovered the abnormality.

Zhou Jing let go of the corn stalks, and said, "I've checked, and it's just these two, and it looks like it should have started in the past two days."

His corn is of a good variety and has been improved. One corn stalk can produce three to four plump corns. The man squeezed two at a time and held at least six corns in his hands. This is not small, and it is not easy to hide. Most likely it was stolen at night or before dawn.

Jingmo raised his forehead, he had been at ease for too long, he really forgot all about it.

Everyone has bad roots, not everyone is frank.

"Any idea?"

Zhou Jing shook his head: "There are too many people in the village, so I can't judge." After speaking, he looked at Jing Mo guiltily: "I'm sorry, Brother Jing, I didn't take good care of him."

Jing Mo patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "No, you are wrong." He asked again: "What about the potatoes?"

"Tomatoes can't be seen, potatoes don't."

Jing Mo hummed: "I will find a way to solve this matter, let's go back."

If others really want to steal, they can't stop them. After all, it is impossible to stare at the ground twelve hours a day.

I just have to go back and think of a way. If they keep letting it go, it will magnify the luck of the other party. At that time, the corn will not suffer, and the potatoes and tomatoes will not be kept.

"By the way, this is the money for the corn. I planned to give it to you when I go back." Zhou Jing took out a money bag from his arms.

Jing Mo took it, and asked with some weight, "How much?"

"Ten were sold yesterday, and twenty are sold today."

That is a total of 45 essays.

"You didn't tell anyone how much I gave you, did you?"

Zhou Jingkuang shook his head: "Don't worry, I only said how much I sold it to others."

"Success, let's go back, do you want to pick some tomatoes and go back to eat?"

Zhou Jingzheng had this intention: "Then I will pick three."

Seeing that he was accurate enough to use it, Jing Mo knew that he never thought of taking it for nothing.

"Go."

Zhou Jing quickly went to the field to pick three big red tomatoes.

Jing Mo told him: "This can be scrambled eggs..." He also said how to do it.

"Okay, I'll try it later when I go back." Zhou Jing held the tomato and said, "Thank you, Brother Jing."

The two went back together.

They just separated halfway, and Zhou Jing's family didn't go in the same direction as him.

Jing Mo walked all the way to Nan Xing's house.

He was thinking about how to deal with catching the thief.

It is not appropriate to say that the tobacco vines are put in the past.

Apart from him, Yandeng couldn't recognize anyone else, so it was easy to accidentally injure him.

If he was pricked by tobacco vines in the field, and he had no time to treat him, he would surely die.

It's just a matter of stealing corn, and it's fine to lose money, and there's no need to risk your life.

The main concern is the safety of other people.

Except for the tobacco vines, there is only the most primitive way of catching thieves, that is, squatting.

After all, building a fence can't stop it, and the ten claws of human beings can pierce the sky.

Thinking so, he also walked to Nan Xing's house.

Nan Xing, who was washing vegetables, heard footsteps, raised his head and saw him lowered his head, looking thoughtful, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Jing Mo raised his head and looked at him: "Xiao Jing just told me that someone stole corn."

Nan Xing was taken aback: "Really?"

"Well, I checked, and it was true that two corn stalks were pulled out."

Uncle Wu who was sitting under the jujube tree heard it and said, "This is normal." Even the vegetables and sweet potatoes in the field were pouted, let alone corn: "What about potatoes and tomatoes?"

"Potatoes are not available, and tomatoes are not easy to check."

Fifth Uncle sighed, "This man is hard to catch."

Jing Mo walked over, sat opposite him, and asked, "Is there a way?"

Uncle Fifth shook his head: "It's difficult."

Nan Xing also put down the washed dishes and came over: "If you want to arrest people, you can only squat in the middle of the night, and if you guard against this, you can't guard against that."

Jing Mo nodded, whether this matter is big or small.

Others may say that he made a big fuss after hearing it, after all, no one has had anything stolen.

But it was Jing Mo who was stolen, and he was not used to his bad temper.

It's just that he didn't reveal it to Nan Xing: "What's for dinner tonight?"

Nan Xing was speechless, and the topic changed too quickly: "I bought some tofu."

Jing Mo stood up: "I'll cook."

He went to cut the pork belly, chopped it into pieces, mixed it with sweet potato flour, and prepared to eat smooth tofu.

Minced pork with garlic tofu is also delicious.

After dinner, Jing Mo went back to him in silence, didn't take a shower, and waited quietly for the night to fall.

After nightfall, the moonlight shines like water, illuminating the coldness of the whole place.

Jing Mo sneaked out the door and went into the field.

Although it is possible to prevent this but not that, his things cannot be stolen in vain.

He couldn't say whether the other party would come today, but Jing Mo had time to spend with him.

When Jing Mo went out, it happened to be Xu time, and Nanhe Village was plunged into darkness at this time, but every household was still asleep, so in the dark night, apart from the barking of dogs, there were also the sounds of talking and babies crying.

Jing Mo walked out of the village and went to the field.

He has good eyesight, and he can see the road even by moonlight, without turning on the flashlight.

Jingmo went all the way to the field. At this time, the field was still quiet, only the sound of the evening wind passing by.

He found a place to squat down.

Insects chirped in the summer night, and frogs croaked in my ears, and Jing Mo stared at several roads with his head stuck in his head.

But obviously, he was very lucky today, because he hadn't been squatting for half an hour before a fire burst out from a certain path.

It was the light of the torches.

Jing Mo didn't know if this person stole the corn. After all, it was still busy farming season, and it was possible for someone to irrigate the paddy fields after dark.

But he was lucky indeed, for the man lit a torch and went straight into the cornfield.

The lighting range of the torch is limited, Jing Mo hides in the dark, the man cannot see, but Jing Mo with good eyes can see his face clearly at a glance.

is a stranger.

The clothes on his body were also worn out and dirty.

Doesn't look like a family man.

Jing Mo guessed that he might be a local ruffian in the village.

He watched the man go into the cornfield, still the same, picking the center because the torch he held high gave away his position.

Jing Mo stood up, but did not move.

If you do it in the field, it will bring disaster to others.

Jing Mo waited for him to get on the side of the road.

The crackling of the torch and the crisp sound of breaking corn came from the night sky. Jing Mo waited for a while, the torch shook in the air several times, and finally stabilized.

After a while, the torch walked from the cornfield to the field ridge, and finally came to the roadside.

Jing Mo took a few steps forward, hiding out of the reach of the torch.

The man got on the road, turned his head and spat at the cornfield: "Hey, no matter how much you plant, it's still in my stomach."

Jing Mo was almost laughed at by him, so the words he said were a little dark: "Really?"

"Mother." The man was startled, turned around, and saw Jing Mo walking out of the darkness. At this moment, as if he had seen a ghost, the corn in his arms fell to the ground without hugging him. The green skin was instantly covered with yellow dust: "You you you..."

He naturally recognized Jing Mo.

Jing Mo hooked the corners of his lips: "Is it delicious?"

The man turned around and ran, but Jing Mo moved faster. He took two steps towards the run-up and kicked him behind the back. The man flew several meters into the air and fell to the ground.

"Ah..." The torch fell aside, and the open flame was half extinguished in an instant.

Jing Mo's kick was so hard that he couldn't get up for a while, so he put the corn into the ring first, Jing Mo stepped forward, pressed the man from behind, and turned his hands: "You dare to steal my things. "

"Don't dare, don't dare, Lord Jing, please forgive me."

"It's late." You have to pay for stealing from him, Jing Mo lifted him up from the ground: "Follow me to the village chief."

"Don't, don't, I won't dare in the future, please let me go." When the man heard the village chief, he immediately put on a sad face.

Unmoved, Jing Mo picked up the torch that was about to be extinguished, and the torch was fully exposed to the air and brightened again.

Press the person and go to the village.

When the man saw that he was serious, he cried even more fiercely: "I'll pay you, it's okay, how much do you say?"

Jing Mo stared at him with eyes, and said indifferently, "I'm short of money?"

The man is dumb.

Jingmo's attitude is obvious, he just wants to see the village chief and refuses to be private.

Seeing him, the man really wouldn't give up. Thinking of meeting the village chief, he was frightened for a moment and howled even louder.

Jing Mo didn't even frown.

When he entered the village, his howling attracted the dogs to bark, and the dogs barked one after another for a while, making it very lively.

Jing Mo pushed the man to the village head's house and shouted outside: "Village head, are you asleep? I'm Jing Mo."

The lights at the village head's house were turned off, so logically it shouldn't be bothering him at this time, but Jing Mo just wanted to make a quick decision, and he didn't want to take him home and lock him up overnight before showing it to the public tomorrow.

Generally, rural people work all day, and it is difficult to wake up after falling asleep. Jing Mo waited for a while, but did not see the light, and yelled again.

In my heart, I planned to wait until tomorrow to make amends.

After a while, there was light coming from the room.

Seeing that he was awake, Jing Mo shut his mouth.

The crying that the man finally stopped started again.

The village chief came out with his coat on and lit the oil lamp to open the door.

Before he could speak, he first saw Liu Xiao who was being suppressed by Jing Mo, his blood surged instantly, his drowsiness disappeared, and he scolded: "What immoral thing have you done again?"

Seeing the attitude of the village chief, Jing Mo knew that this person was a habitual offender. No wonder he dared to steal corn one after another: "He went to my field to steal corn, and I caught him right away."

The village head was very tired for a while.

Every village will have such a few lazy ruffians, and Liu Xiao is one of them.

"Come in first."

Jing Mo pushed people in.

This uproar even woke up the wife of the village head. The other party came out of the house and saw Jing Mo pressing Liu Xiao, so she understood.

She asked Jingmo, "Are you not hurt?"

Jing Mo was taken aback, then shook his head: "I'm fine."

He let Liu Xiaosong go.

Liu Xiao, who was in front of the village chief, was as quiet as a quail.

A weeping face was lowered, not daring to look at people.

The village chief sat down in the yard, put the oil lamp on the table, and asked Jingmo, "What are you going to do with it?"

Jing Mo, who was in a bad mood after being stolen, asked coldly, "How do you usually deal with it?"

It was the first time for the village chief to see him like this, and he thought he was really angry this time: "Losing money."

Jing Mo said: "I don't need him to lose money."

"Then how?"

"I want him to start tomorrow, and for three consecutive days, shout back and forth in the village, he is wrong, he should not steal my corn."

This is murder.

A rascal can have no money and no wife, but he doesn't have to lose face.

They can be ridiculed repeatedly, and then briefly pick up the self-esteem that is worse than they don't, hold up their face, and wrap themselves up like a human being.

What Jing Mo did was to peel off his skin and expose the wolf heart and dog lungs inside him to the sun.

Sure enough, Liu Xiao exploded when he heard it: "I won't do it."

Jing Mo looked at him coldly: "Or I will beat you into a cripple."

Jing Mo, who doesn't talk too much, doesn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

Liu Xiao gasped, the kick on his back was still hurting.

The village chief looked at Liu Xiao: "How do you choose?"

Liu Xiao said angrily: "There is no law for him to do so."

The village chief slapped the table: "It's unlawful for me to let you stay in Nanhe Village to embarrass yourself."

Seeing that he was angry, Liu Xiao also faltered.

The village chief scolded: "Do as Jingmo said, did you hear me?"

Liu Xiao nodded anxiously.

"get out."

Liu Xiao was about to run, but Jing Mo called to him: "Come to me and report to me before you admit your mistake. If you don't come, I will break your hands and feet."

Liu Xiao was scared away.

When the village chief saw him running away, he suppressed his anger and said to Jing Mo, "How do you know he went to steal corn?"

Jing Mo, who put away the air conditioner, returned to his usual appearance and said: "Xiaojing found out, I just thought about going to squat today, but I didn't expect this kid to really go."

"This person is idle all day long. He will go there for the second time after going there once. Didn't he steal a lot?"

"not much."

"Liu Xiao is used to being shameless, it's useless for you to ask him to apologize to Youcun."

Jing Mo shook his head and said, "I'm just trying to scare the chickens and monkeys. In the past, anyone who wanted to steal from my house would have to weigh it carefully."

"So that's the case, you should go back and rest."

"Well, sorry for waking you up."

"What are you talking about?" the village chief said to him.

Jing Mo smiled and left the village chief's house.

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