I played as an assistant in ancient times

"There are only about a dozen plants. We will add more from our fields later." Shen Cungeng said in a low voice. He really didn't mean it.

Huang: "Is it about making up for it? This is a bean field, not a wheat field."

"Aunt, I'm going to apologize to my great grandfather. But look at this rabbit, and look at the area in the field where we didn't go. A lot of bean leaves have been eaten up. Maybe it was all done by it." Shen Xiaoye had just finished speaking when Shen Cungeng beside him nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, we are also helping Grandpa get rid of pests in the fields."

"Quibbling, rabbits can't eat that many bean leaves.

I don't allow you to go into the mountains to hunt, so you're itching to do it, right? We'll settle the score when we get home." Huang snatched the bleeding rabbit from her son's hand and said, "Hurry up and dig up seedlings for replanting."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the village, leaving the two little ones sighing, as they realized that the rabbit meat was gone.

The two men spoke in silence along the way. When they met a few villagers working in the fields, they did not greet them cheerfully as usual, but instead quickened their pace to reach the land at the foot of the mountain.

Strictly speaking, this mountain is not a dangerous peak, but only the end of the magnificent mountain range in the northeast.

It takes dozens of miles to go east to reach the endless mountainous area, but the water flowing down from the mountains gathers into rivers, which can be used to irrigate farmland through artificial dredging.

Shen Cungeng was pushing the cart with his head down when he heard Shen Xiaoye say, "Cousin Geng, look, there are people in our bean field."

"Are there rabbits in our fields too?" he said casually, and as he sped up, Shen Xiaoye was already running over with all his might.

Of course, she couldn't fly on the grass as the legend goes, but she had practiced martial arts and her lower body was stable and fast, so she could climb walls, trees and run easily.

When Shen Xiaoye ran closer, she discovered that the man bending over in the field was pulling out her wolfberries along the bean field. That's right, he was pulling them out by the roots instead of picking the fruits.

Last year, their whole family ran around the nearby hills to transplant the seedlings at home, and just a few fruits were harvested when they were planted in the medicinal fields in early spring.

Not only wolfberries, but also the small bupleurum and the indigo plant that she grew specifically for dyeing cloth were affected.

"Mrs. Hang, can you hold me?" Perhaps because he was too bold or too focused, this man was actually awakened when Shen Xiaoye patted him on the back.

With a bang, Old Hang threw the wolfberries in her arms and tried to run away, but Shen Xiaoye would never let her go. She grabbed her wrist and said, "Let's go find the head of the village."

"Ouch my waist." Old Mrs. Hang couldn't break free, so she just fell to the ground.

Shen Xiaoye hugged her around the waist in time: "I didn't touch your waist."

"Let me go." Old Mrs. Hang actually stepped on her. Shen Xiaoye jumped up and down following her movements, but she still held her behind her and refused to let go.

"Old Hang, it's you again." Shen Cungeng had already dropped the cart and ran over. Seeing the chaos in the half-acre medicinal field, he wanted to beat someone up.

He said angrily, "You deliberately destroyed my family's fields. I will report you to the police."

"What? You dare, little bastard!" Old Mrs. Hang's waist didn't hurt anymore, and she shouted, "Help! Someone is being beaten, Mr. Shen's grandson has killed someone."

"You...you...old bitch." Poor Shen Cungeng was not as shameless as her and did not scream.

"Shout, shout loudly, let the whole village come and see you stealing grain fields." Shen Xiaoye was not afraid of crowds, "Cousin, bring me the rope."

"You're talking nonsense. I didn't do that. My family has been cultivating this land for more than 20 years. I can't stand weeds growing on it. I'm helping you by pulling out some weeds to feed the pigs.

Besides, there is no food here, only weeds. "Old Mrs. Hang heard the villagers shouting in the distance and became confident again.

The leader, Shen Cungeng, grabbed the rope used to tie up the tools and said angrily, "This is my land. I've let you farm it for almost 20 years for free. Now you're still not letting me off even though I've taken it back and refused to rent it to you."

"Don't come near." Shen Xiaoye was worried that Old Hang would rape her cousin, so she took the rope and tied it herself.

"Mrs. Hang, you've never stopped ever since my family took back this piece of land. You're not satisfied with taking advantage of it, are you?" As she said this, she squeezed hard, causing Old Mrs. Hang to scream.

The villagers who heard the call for help were shocked and said, "Xiao Ye, what's going on? We are all relatives, this shouldn't happen."

Although Jiuli Village does not have a single common surname like Wuli Village, the people in the village have lived together for hundreds of years and have intermarried with each other, so they are truly relatives connected to each other.

And he could hear the shouting and run over, and then he saw Old Mrs. Hang yelling and crying out that her heart ached, fearing that something bad would happen and she would be implicated by the government.

You should know that every month the village preaches the imperial edict: be filial to your parents, respect your elders, live in harmony with your fellow villagers, educate your children, live a peaceful life, and do no evil.

It's fun to watch a quarrel, but we don't dare to cause a death. Of course, everyone just said something, and no one came up to untie the rope.

"Geng brother, you can't do that. My aunt is the elder."

"Yes, if you have anything to say, go talk to the elders."

"Uncle Qian Wu, look at this destroyed medicinal field and this row of soybeans, they were all done by this elder.

As soon as I let go, she would step on and lie on my beans, ruining them.

How about everyone help hold her down, I'll ask the village head to come over." Shen Xiaoye threw the rope to her cousin and pushed Old Hang out, fearing that she would throw a tantrum and lie on the ground again.

When several villagers heard this, they immediately took three steps back. They had been in the same village for many years and knew Old Mrs. Hang very well. If you dared to press her today, she would sit at your door with a basin in her hand and cry and curse tomorrow.

But old Mrs. Hang had no choice but to curse at everyone, "Qian Wu, you are such a coward! Son, where are you? I am going to be harmed by this little outsider.

Qian Wu, go and call my son over. And you, Tang, are dead. You didn't come to save your aunt. You are indeed a fool who can't give birth to a son."

Everyone took two more steps back, not knowing who this person was. Qian Wu's dark face frowned, and he turned and ran away in an instant. If she hadn't been standing in the position of an elder, he would have ignored her.

Wait, I'll call someone!

His wife, Tang, clenched her fists, wishing she could go up and scratch the old woman.

"Please be quiet for a while!" Shen Xiaoye wanted to laugh, "Uncle Qian went into the mountains before dawn today.

When there is something to do, it's Uncle Qian, when there is nothing to do, it's Uncle Qian, and his heart is so attached to him that he has no intention of doing anything."

She met her when she was delivering a black cat pendant to her uncle, and even said hello. She knew very well that Uncle Qian was the one who paid the gifts and money, and the old woman was bullying the honest people.

"This year you cut away a row of wheat from my family, picked half of the apricots from the He family's tree, stole the soles of my fifth aunt's shoes, and stole the eggs from my fifth uncle Qian's daughter every day..." Shen Xiaoye felt ashamed for the old lady as she spoke. The word "extreme" was not enough to describe her.

More and more people from nearby areas gathered around, but after listening to Old Hang's stories, no one stepped forward to persuade him.

"I want you, a wild thing..." Old Mrs. Hang hadn't finished her words when they reached the end of the field. Shen Xiaoye was quick-witted and took the mud and grass that Tang had quietly grabbed, and covered the old woman's mouth with it.

The world suddenly became quiet, and was polluted by the whining and peeping sounds of old Hang for a moment.

"What are you doing?" A powerful voice sounded from behind the crowd, and everyone made way for it.

"Great-grandfather, great-grandmother." Shen Xiaoye and Shen Cungeng hurriedly called for help. They also saw Huang supporting Lin with a frosty face, and they hurriedly called out twice.