Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3209 Death (one more)
"Grandpa, this bowl of rotten rice is cooked with the second-grade rice that uncle Zhenbang sells." Yang Ruoqing said.

"What?" Little Old Yang looked astonished.

"How is it possible?" He couldn't believe it.

He looked at the other people at the table with inquiring eyes, and the expressions of the others were answered by the little old Yang.

Little old Yang left Yang Huazhong's house staggeringly.

"Third Uncle, shall we smash the platform?" Yang Yongxian asked Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong said: "Since your little grandpa knows about it, let's not rush to smash the table and let your little grandpa handle it."

The best way is for the little grandpa to persuade him, or use his father's majesty to suppress Yang Zhenbang, so that Yang Zhenbang will stop as soon as possible.

It is estimated that the little old Yangtou should not be able to control the place, because the rice grains have been sold in full swing at the platform in the south of the village.

Yang Huazhong said: "If you don't stop at noon, I will talk to a few village elders about this matter!"

At noon, news came from the south side of the village.

It was said that little old Yang was chasing and beating Yang Zhenbang with a stick. In a rage, the old man poured wine on all the rice grains on the table and lit a fire.

Little Lao Yang burned the hundreds of catties of rice and the table with a fire.

The whole village was talking about this matter, and they couldn't hide any news. Everyone soon discovered the abnormality of this rice grain.

Half of the cheap ones are made of sand. After washing, it would be good if they can drop three or four taels per catty.

The second-class rice looks white, but after washing it with water several times, it will turn blacker and darker.

If you rub it with salt water, it will immediately reveal its original appearance, yellow and green, which is obviously mildewed rice.

"Don't eat this rice, guys. If you eat this rice, you will get sick, and in severe cases, your life will be endangered!"

Yang Ruoqing asked Yang Huazhong to walk in every alley in the village with a pair of copper gongs in his hand, yelling after every knock.

"Sell the rice in exchange for the land and don't eat it, waiting to starve to death?" The villagers were very depressed.

"Moldy rice should be edible, right? If it's cooked, it's fine. In previous years, the granary at home was flooded, and the rice got moldy after being damp. We ate it too. It's still good!"

"Hey, Lizheng and the others are for our own good. The body is our own. Let's not eat it. It will be bad if we get sick."

"Why is it for our own good? That's called standing and talking without fear of back pain."

"If you really want to do it for our own good, why don't you open a warehouse and give us some food? During the flood that year, porridge was distributed, but now even half a grain of rice is reluctant to be wasted. The richer you are, the more stingy you are!"

"Yes, yes, we sell the grain we sell and sell the land. We can eat whatever we want, mix some wild vegetables with more water, and cook more in the pot. It should be fine..."

"Even if something happens, I'm not afraid. I'd rather be a ghost than a ghost..."

The villagers hold their own opinions, and not many appreciate it.

These reactions from the villagers were all fed back to Yang Ruoqing's ears.

"Faithful words are hard to hear, they will suffer for their stupid behavior." Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything else, got up and went about her own business.

In the past two days, she received a letter from Zuo Junmo.

The transportation team escorted Shanhuo to Hangzhou, and the journey went smoothly.

After the mountain products were sold out, I purchased a thousand catties of rice from the local land of fish and rice.

On the way back, because of a heavy rain, the transportation team was afraid that the rice grain would get wet, so they found a small town to take shelter from the rain, and the shelter was delayed for more than ten days.

When Zuo Junmo wrote to her, the rain had stopped, the sun had come out, and the transportation team had already started on the road again.

They must be back at full speed along the way, so, if there is no accident, they should be home in these two days.

As long as the transport team arrives home, there will be rice, and the urgent needs of the big guys will be solved at that time.

Yang Ruoqing only told Yang Huazhong, Mrs. Sun and Xiaoqin that the transportation team was going to bring rice back, but she didn't plan to make it public.

Why?

It has something to do with her personality.

Nothing really happened, she didn't like to say it in advance.

The world is a bit chaotic now, the north has been making troubles, and there are too many variables.

Only when thousands of catties of rice grains were actually in her hands, would she make the news public.

Because they didn't listen to Yang Huazhong's advice, the villagers who bought Yang Zhenbang's rice went their own way and ate the moldy rice.

As a result, a bunch of people vomited and vomited, almost breaking the threshold of Fubo's house.

Not to mention, there is an old lady in Lijia Village next door who has been ill in bed for a long time.

As a filial son, he bought rice and cooked a big bowl of rice for his mother so that she could have a good time eating white rice.

As a result, after eating half a bowl, the corners of the old lady's lips turned purple and her eyes turned white.

Uncle Fu had just stepped into the courtyard door of his house with the medicine box in hand, when he heard the cry of his daughter-in-law from the house, the old lady had already gone...

That son is the most filial son in Lijia Village, seeing his old lady die because of a bowl of white rice, how can he agree?
On the same day, I found a few uncles and uncles in the family to carry the old lady together with the door panel to the main room of the little old Yang Tou's house, and asked Yang Zhenbang to come out and give an explanation, otherwise he would report to the official!
Not only did accidents happen in Lijia Village because of eating the moldy rice, other surrounding villages, Yujia Village, Zhengjia Village, and Jinjia Village also had accidents one after another.

Changping Village, as the village with the most sales of moldy rice, naturally had accidents, the most accidents, but no lives were lost.

Why?

Because Yang Huazhong knocked on the gong and yelled from door to door, reminding everyone not to eat the moldy rice.

Although everyone talked about it behind their backs, dismissed it, and said that Yang Huazhong was fake and kind, but everyone was afraid and didn't dare to eat more.

Therefore, the hostages in Changping Village suffered from mild food poisoning, vomiting, diarrhea and fatigue, and no one was killed.

"Even if you, Uncle Zhenbang, were beaten to death, you didn't admit that there was something wrong with the rice, and you didn't give an explanation. You didn't give me a penny, and you hid outside and didn't dare to go back to the village."

Yang Huazhong just came back from the old Yangtou's house, and told the old Yangtou and Yang Ruoqing about the situation there.

Old Yangtou sighed and said, "Zhenbang doesn't know what he's up to, why does he always go in crooked ways?"

"Hey, speaking of the old lady in Lijia Village, I have an impression."

"When I was young, she was a well-known handsome daughter-in-law in Lijia Village. Many young men from ten miles and eight villages cherished her silently. Now those young men who cherished her have become old men."

But the goddess in her heart died on a bowl of poisonous rice...

"Zhenbang is also true. The old lady is so pitiful. She died unexpectedly. Can't she give a few taels of money to appease the family? It's too stingy!"

Yang Ruoqing sneered and said, "Uncle Zhenbang won't pay compensation even if he is beaten to death, not even a penny."

"Because once he loses money, it means he admits that there is something wrong with his rice."

(End of this chapter)