The Big Landlord

Even Linglong, the ignorant little loli, couldn't hold back. She looked left and right at the villagers who were robbing the buckwheat heads, her big eyes were full of worry, she raised her head and asked Wang Ben, "Brother Ben, what should I do now? It won't be long before all the buckwheat heads will be robbed."

"No more digging," Wang Ben threw his hoe on the wheelbarrow and sat down on the side of the road.

"Don't you want it?" Linglong frowned and asked suspiciously, wondering what Wang Ben had planned.

"Yes, of course I will," Wang Ben replied affirmatively, with a hint of slyness in his eyes.

There are many people, but there is a lot of power. In less than half an hour, it was still dark. The buckwheat heads on both sides of the highway were all dug up by the villagers, and the baskets and back baskets of each house were filled with dozens of kilograms. , Looking at the big and round buckwheat heads, they were overjoyed. The feeling of getting something for nothing is really not a good one.

Going home happily, just after reaching the entrance of the village, a unicycle crossed the middle of the narrow road, blocking the way. Wang Ben and Xiao Linglong were sitting side by side in the car, happily playing rock-paper-scissors, After losing, scratching the nose and hitting the palm of the hand, there was no sign of unhappiness because the buckwheat head was robbed.

Seeing these villagers, Wang Ben stood up leisurely, smiled, and said calmly, "Everyone, hand over all the buckwheat heads."

"These are all wild, why should we give them to you," the villagers began to babble, agreeing with each other, and arguing with the rationale.

Seeing that reasoning would not work at all, Wang Ben suddenly changed his expression, pointed at the villagers and said sharply: "I know what you are doing, you are destroying the latest agricultural scientific research results of the country, if you don't hand them over, once you are blamed, the consequences will be You can't afford it!"

"What are you doing?" a villager asked suspiciously, frowning.

Wang Ben clasped his hands close to his chest, looked sideways at the sky, shook one foot lightly, and said very naturally: "I am an agricultural researcher, specially sent to test the soil here, and by the way, test the newly developed buckwheat varieties. Yes, you can't tolerate the destruction."

"Just you, a researcher?" The villager looked up and down, his mouth curled slightly, and he said the last sentence with great disdain, which immediately caused everyone to laugh. Wang Ben is now disgraced, still so young, with a little girl by his side, and no one will believe his words.

Wang Ben didn't care about everyone's attitude at all, took out a certificate book from his pocket, and handed it over boldly, "Let's take a look at it!"

The villager took it and glanced at him casually. He was a little stunned on the spot. He looked at Wang Ben while looking at the documents. After checking it carefully, there was absolutely no words in his mouth, as if he had offended a big man. It was red and white, and it looked very embarrassing.

Not only him, but the villagers next to them all stopped laughing after they took over the documents one by one to check, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

"Now believe it, if these buckwheat heads were wild, would they be so big? You can't grow them in your fields, right?" Wang Ben pretended to be a scientific researcher and blamed the villagers loudly. , very naturally retracting the document into the pocket.

This certificate is really his, including the photo and name on it, and it is indeed his. To be precise, it is a fake certificate that he just issued a few days ago. As the buckwheat grows day by day, although it does not look conspicuous, he becomes more and more uneasy, for fear that someone will find out one day and dig it up in advance. I got through the contact information left on the telephone pole, and spent dozens of dollars to get a fake certificate for such a scientific researcher of the provincial agricultural bureau.

Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

"Come here, put them all into your pockets," he waved to the silent villagers. Seeing that everyone was still a little reluctant, he simply ran over and grabbed the baskets and baskets one by one. He came over and poured all the buckwheat heads into his fertilizer pocket, filling six bags full.

After successfully getting all the buckwheat heads back, he removed the wheelbarrow and gave everyone the way into the village. These villagers were all overjoyed, thinking that they had taken advantage of it. Who would have guessed that in the end, the bamboo baskets would be empty, their heads drooping, and they walked home in frustration.

"Thank you for your help, come here, I'll give you some to make seeds, but don't say it!" Wang Ben said vividly and solemnly, and every time a family came over, he would put two handfuls of buckwheat heads in their back baskets. , all as a thank you gift for helping.

Looking at the full harvest of buckwheat on the wheelbarrow, Wang Ben felt ecstatic in his heart, and his face was full of smiles. He originally thought that it would take at least the day after tomorrow to collect all of them. These villagers are obliged to help, no, and thanks to his foresight, he made that false certificate.

"Brother Benzi, you are such a rogue to play such a conspiracy and trickery," Xiao Linglong laughed. She didn't understand the meaning of this false evidence before, and she almost took it as the truth, just like those villagers.

"hey-hey!"

Wang Ben laughed wickedly, rushed away with the wheelbarrow, and rushed home before it got dark. He will be busy selling buckwheat heads tomorrow, and he will not continue to make mung bean sprouts. Maybe from now on, he will be with him. Sooner or later, the mung bean sprouts project, which has been busy for more than ten days, officially said goodbye.

Early the next morning, Wang Ben rushed out the door with a few big bags of buckwheat. There were too many things. This time, he did not choose to go to the vegetable market in the town, but took a tractor into the provincial capital.

Along the way, looking at the fruit of the harvest, the joy is fully revealed, and Linglong is also jumping and jumping, very happy. Since that day, this little girl has to get up with Wang Ben every morning, for fear of being abandoned. No matter where you go, you are always inseparable except for bathing, changing clothes and going to the toilet.

This season, there is no fresh buckwheat for sale in the market at all, and Wang Ben doesn't know how much a pound is. When he came to the vegetable market in Yongfeng City, he sold bean sprouts as usual, and pushed the wheelbarrow directly to the vegetable vendor. After some negotiation, after being rejected by the vegetable seller for not washing it, and disgusting that the roots were not removed, they finally reached a price of 2 yuan per pound.

All the buckwheat heads weighed 287 kilograms in total. The vegetable vendor was preparing to pay the bills. An aunt who got up early to buy vegetables happened to pass by and asked in surprise, "There are actually buckwheat heads sold, how much is a kilogram?"

"Four yuan and five!" The vegetable vendor replied without hesitation, very arrogantly, letting the aunt bargain, but not lowering the price.

Hearing this, Wang Ben's eyes widened immediately, and he dared to let the vegetable vendor get in the way!