My princess is the national flower

"How to say?" Because he didn't like the rice here, Yu Mujin asked Yang Shu to go to the kitchen to make tremella and lotus seed porridge, with golden fried dough sticks and green vegetables, and it was not bad.

Elegantly gnawing on the deep-fried dough sticks and taking another sip of porridge, Yang Qianhao's complexion looked good, and he was not tired from the excessive exercise last night. When he spoke, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he seemed a little malicious, "If something happens, the father and son Prepare to push the old man out. The rice in Hongcheng is really unusual."

Last night, the family seemed to know that walls have ears, and they didn't speak very carefully, but they could tell from a few words that there must be a problem, and the problem still lies in the rice.Yu Mujin also reflected that, from the beginning, his focus was on people, but he didn't expect that the problem was rice, but it can't be said that there is a problem with rice.

After eating breakfast with twists and turns in his mind, Yu Mujin sat in Yang Qianhao's arms and said in a low voice: "The foreign merchants have no freedom after entering the city. They can't go to the rice planting place, they can only buy grain. We have to think about it. The method, whether it is to go secretly, or to go openly..."

"My identity may not be useful here." Yang Qianhao said after a while of silence.

"Naturally." Yu Mujin nodded.He was assassinated when he was outside Hongcheng. Yang Qianhao's identity is not a secret in the eyes of some people, and they are not sure whether the county magistrate was involved in this matter.The matter can only be started with the goatee family, Yu Muqin thought about it, and finally his eyes stopped on the little chicken lying in the flower pot and playing with the big caterpillar.

People are closely watched, but chickens are relatively free, and the little chickens have black spots that are well camouflaged, even if they walk on the street swaggeringly, they can't be seen unless they look carefully.It is understandable to put the burden on a chicken.

So Xiaojizai carried a miniature bag on his back, disguised himself by relying on his furry body and black spots on his body, left the inn, and ran to the rice fields behind Hongcheng.Yu Mujin wasn't sure if the little chick would be able to complete the task, but he believed in himself, and he also believed that the little chicken would be safe.

Sometimes people go well, and they can pick up money when they go out.Not long after Xiaojizai went out, he encountered a grain truck covered with straw for shock absorption.After squinting at the black beans for a while, the little chick climbed onto the car resolutely, nestled in the straw, and successfully merged with the straw.

This grain truck came from the rice field to deliver grain into the city. It was about to leave this time, but it happened that the man driving the truck was the son of a middle-aged man with a goatee.

Leaving the residential area of ​​Hongcheng all the way to the outside of the rice field, the grain transport truck was parked in the alley, and the son with the goatee went home to drink water. After a short break, he had to transport grain again.The place where his family lives is not far from the rice fields. It is not the harvest season, and the rice has just been planted, and the rice is no higher than a person's knee height.

In fact, Xiaojizai didn't know where he was going. He slept on the grain truck, and when he woke up, he found that he had changed places.Looking left and right, he raised his fluffy little wings and waved them. The little chick jumped down resolutely, swaggered away from the grain truck, and continued to walk forward.

Walking a short distance, you can see endless rice fields.This large area is a depression, and there are raised hills far away, which just makes this place a relatively warm climate without lack of water.Seeing the green rice, the little chick was very excited. He seemed to see many delicious big caterpillars. Even if there were no big caterpillars, he could still eat some fresh and delicious grass leaves to improve his meal.

Stretching its short legs, it rolled to the front like a ball, and the little chick made a cheering sound, "Chi Chi."

...It turned out to be too excited, and my stomach felt anxious, and the little chick turned his head immediately, facing the field below, and started to poop.

After pulling the papa, the little chick lay on the open space slightly higher than the rice field, tilted his head to look at the rice field below, and finally flapped his wings and jumped down.The soft fur on his body was quickly covered with a layer of mud.He stretched out his small mouth and gnawed a mouthful of weed leaves, feeling that the taste was not very good. The little chick spit it out with a "bah", and found that the little burden wrapped around him was also covered with mud, so he hurriedly climbed up.

After shaking off the mud on the paws, making sure that no traces would be left on the ground, the little chick ran back with a groan.It just so happened that Goatee's grain was loaded into the car, and there was still a lot of hay outside, so the little chick immediately jumped on it and hid it.

The son of the goatee drove the cattle and left home all the way into Hongcheng.Just like when we were leaving, when the grain transport truck stopped, the little chickens jumped down, the mud on their bodies had been dried by the wind, and some of them were standing on the dry grass.It was getting dark now, and there were fewer and fewer people on the road. Although the little chicken was covered with mud, he was not conspicuous. When he returned to the back door of the inn, he looked up and saw the poplar tree standing there.

Letting the little chicken out and not coming back when it got dark, Yu Mujin worried about the little chicken on the one hand, but on the other hand felt that the little chicken must have found something, and felt that the little chicken must be more powerful than the big caterpillar , Maybe you will directly discover the secret of rice.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind, if it wasn't for not being able to touch the ground, Yu Mujin wished she could run downstairs and wait outside.In the end, Yang Qianhao couldn't see it, so he picked him up and hugged him, and asked Yang Shu to wait at the back door of the inn.

There are many businessmen living in the inn, Yang Shu is not conspicuous, and he is a child, most people will not have much vigilance against him.

The child waited at the door until it was dark, and finally got a mud ball. If he hadn't recognized the miniature package tied to the little chicken, Yang Shu couldn't believe that it was the little chicken that left in the morning.

Laying pitifully in the hands of the poplar, the child returned to the inn as if holding a ball of mud.A guy passing by saw it and laughed and joked, "This bird is so fat, it looks like a dumpling."

Nodding his head and saying nothing, Yang Shu knew he couldn't let Xiaojizai reveal his identity, so he carried him all the way back to the inn.Anxiously waiting, Yu Mujin couldn't eat, and then waited for a lump of mud.

"Chichi?" Even the eyelids were covered with mud, the little chick struggled to open his eyes, and after seeing Yu Mujin, the whole chicken became excited.Going out during the day is simply too tiring, and the chick desperately needs a rest.

Get warm water, put the chicks in and wash them carefully.There was too much mud on his body, it took several basins of water to wash it off, and he took a handkerchief to wash the little chicken, Yu Mujin was worried that he would be frozen, so he asked Yang Qianhao to warm it with his hands, and then put it in a flower pot to bury it. He spoke, only showing his small head.

The soil where the national flower is raised is not ordinary soil. I didn't see anything wrong with Yang Qianhao when I buried him. It should be fine to bury the little chicken, and it can keep warm.The big caterpillar was placed next to the little chicken's head, and Yu Mujin went back to study the little chicken's bath water.

I didn't notice it when it was mud, but now I can see a difference when I look at it again.Yu Mujin stretched out his finger to dip a little water, and his voice slowly sank, "I thought the dirt on the little chicken was special, that's why it was red."

But I didn't expect that the water in which the chick was washed would turn red, and when stirred, it turned the same color as blood.

Now it happened to be night, Yang Qianhao went out to the county government.He asked for a lot of food, and if he had to transport it from the rice fields to the city, it would probably take him a whole day, and he needed so much food only after he calculated it correctly.

Naturally, the grain trucks would not be ostentatiously placed on the street. Yang Qianhao stood on the roof and looked down. Soon he saw an almost closed alley. outside.It seems that the farmers here have put in a lot of effort in order not to contact foreign businessmen.

The grain truck looked ordinary. Knowing that there was no one around, Yang Qianhao got closer, and finally saw that there was a lump of hay in it that was not normal, and it was covered with mud.While no one appeared, he immediately fell to the ground, grabbed the handful of straw, and returned to the roof.

After a while, someone came out from the county office, who happened to be the son of the goatee.

Seeing everything in his eyes, Yang Qianhao left quietly and returned to the inn.Knowing so many things, Yu Mujin contacted each other back and forth, and it was not difficult to think of where Xiaojizai went today.

The mud on the straw is exactly the same as that on the little chick, and when put in the water, it will melt immediately and turn into the color of blood.The rice is edible and not poisonous, but the taste is not very good. The mud is not poisonous either, but it looks too weird.

Many thoughts flashed in Yu Mujin's mind. He had never seen this kind of soil, and he had never seen this kind of soil in the place where the rice was grown.Should it be said that Hongcheng's geographical location is special, so this strange mud is formed, or is it man-made?Yu Mujin was more inclined to the latter, otherwise Hongcheng University could openly invite businessmen to visit, instead of covering it up, not only sending people to monitor and control the businessmen, but also pushing the county magistrate to stand in front.

There is a good saying, if you want to be unknown to others, you have to do nothing yourself.The more secretive it is, the more others want to know. Yu Mujin thinks that the businessmen in the inn will not be good. Whether they have taken any actions in private is not sure at all.

Feeling that he had grasped the most crucial point of the matter, Yu Mujin decided to visit the Goatee family at night.

Since coming to Hongcheng, Yu Mujin has been acting at night every day. They seem to be bad guys who invaded the door without knowing what to do, but Hongcheng seems to be an honest and good guy.But good and evil naturally have a measure in one's heart, once one's bottom line is broken, no matter who it is, it will pay the price.Yu Mujin represents Daliang, who shoulders the destiny of the entire country and must stand on the side of good.

As the national flower, my intuition is true.The Goatee family did not lower their voices to discuss privately this time, but had a loud and fierce quarrel.The old man's performance was the most intense, his whole body trembling and screaming, "You, you... touch your conscience and think about it, are you worthy of your conscience when you do things?"