Yinshan Village is a remote village surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it is July, and the mountain village is almost lifeless under the scorching sun of white flowers.

Wang Lun waited until five o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather was not so hot, so he took the hoe and shouted to the inner room: "Dad, I'll go to the melon field." ”

Wang Dafang walked out, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Xiao Lun, have you thought about what to do in the future?"

"Not yet," Wang Lun smiled, "Maybe he still does garden-related work." ”

Wang Dafang couldn't help but sigh: "As soon as you graduated, you worked as a technician in Jintai Landscape Company, and worked diligently for a year, but in the end you were hacked by the vice president Geng Jingzhong, hey." ”

"Dad, let's not talk about this. Wang Lun didn't want his father to sigh about this.

"As soon as I think of this, I have a fire, you go to Geng Jingzhong to report to work, and find that he is doing things to female employees in the office, so you stand up to stop it, what's wrong with this?"

"But he held a grudge, deliberately reversed black and white, and fired you by despicable means!"

The more Wang Dafang spoke, the more angry he became, and he was very sad and angry.

Wang Lun knew that his father hated Geng Jingzhong, but he didn't want his father to be angry because of this kind of person, so he comforted: "Dad, you are angry, your body is important." ”

But in fact, he was more angry than anyone else, he would not stop there, he vowed to make Geng Jingzhong, the villain, pay the price.

"Dad, I'm going to the melon field. ”

Wang Lun said hello to his father and went out with a hoe.

Along the way, he was also thinking about how to find a new job and how to make money.

He wants to make more money and get ahead, so that he can improve the life of the whole family and let his parents enjoy themselves in the future.

Thinking while walking, Wang Lun unconsciously came to his own melon field at the foot of the mountain in the west of the village.

The weather forecast said that there would be heavy rain tonight, and he wanted to deepen the drainage ditch in the melon field so that the melon field would not block the water and damage the watermelons.

Entering the melon field, Wang Lun waved his hoe and began to deepen the drainage ditch.

As a child who grew up in the countryside, he is naturally familiar with this work.

Half an hour later, Wang Lun dug to the end of the drainage ditch.

Boom!

Suddenly, Wang Lun felt the hoe shovel hit a hard erection and made a crisp impact sound.

"Huh, like you've dug something?"

He stopped, scraped it out with his hoe, and found it to be a bottle covered in dirt.

This bottle is about 20 centimeters high, with a narrow mouth and a round belly, and the cylindrical belly is as thick as a teacup.

Wang Lun scraped off the soil on the bottle and found that the surface of the bottle was white glazed, the color was quite translucent, and the glaze was uniform, but there were no patterns on it, and the base was not settled.

The whole bottle looks bland and should be mass-produced with modern technology.

After all, almost every household in the village used to make potted plants, and after the failure, many flower pots and vases were discarded, and this bottle may have been thrown away at that time.

Wang Lun felt that this white-glazed porcelain vase had no special value, but it was suitable for use as a vase for flower arrangement, so he brought it with him when he went back.

After arriving home, Wang Lun washed the white-glazed porcelain bottle and filled it with water to soak the inner tank of the bottle to remove the stains inside.

Then he casually placed the bottle full of water in a corner of the yard.

He didn't care much about the white glazed porcelain vase, after all, he only planned to use it as a vase for flower arrangement.

"Xiao Lun, is the job done?"

Wang Dafang happened to come out of the hall and asked when he saw him.

"It's done. ”

Wang Lun responded, and when he was about to enter the back room, he found a pot-bellied man walking into his house.

Wang Lun recognized that the other party was the village chief of Yinshan Village, Zhang Zhihu.

Zhang Zhihu was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the belt was almost tied to his chest, and he walked with a figure of eight outside, full of official authority.

Wang Lun found that Zhang Zhihu was holding a pot of rich bamboo potted plants that were about to die, and he didn't know what to do.

"Village Chief, it's you, please sit in the back room. ”

Wang Dafang hurriedly greeted with a smile, and took out a cigarette and handed it over, but Zhang Zhihu found that the cigarette was ordinary soft white sand, and he didn't answer it at all after glancing at it, which made Wang Dafang a little embarrassed.

"I don't want to sit down, I have to go to town for a dinner, and I don't have time to hang out. ”

Zhang Zhihu said coldly, "I came here to settle the bill with you." ”

"Checkout?"

Wang Dafang was a little unexpected.

Wang Lun also felt very strange.

In the morning, his father sprayed pesticides on the potted plants planted by the village chief Zhang Zhihu's family, although Zhang Zhihu promised to give a hundred yuan in wages, but with Zhang Zhihu's domineering style, it was good not to owe his father's wages, why was the settlement so refreshing this time?

Moreover, Zhang Zhihu also came to the door with a pot of dying potted plants, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bad comer.

"According to the negotiated price, I should pay you a hundred dollars, right?"

Zhang Zhihu asked in a rough voice.

Wang Dafang nodded.

Zhang Zhihu's face was gloomy, and he pointed to the potted plant in his hand and said: "But when you sprinkled medicine in the morning, you sprayed too many pesticides on my pot of rich bamboo, and this rich bamboo is now dying and can't be sold, you have to pay 600 yuan according to the market price, and after deducting the 100 yuan salary, you have to pay me 500 yuan." ”

Wang Dafang was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly explained: "Village chief, I didn't spray your potted plants!"

Sprinkled pesticides are just to remove insects, and the dosage will not be too much at all, how can it cause the rich bamboo to die.

Zhang Zhihu's fat face quickly fell, his eyes glared at Wang Dafang fiercely, and he said angrily: "This potted plant is dying, don't you see it! Lao Tzu is the head of the dignified village, will he come to frame you mud legs?"

When Wang Lun heard Zhang Zhihu choking his father in this tone, he immediately asked: "Village chief, this rich bamboo is obviously malnourished and is about to die, how can it be what you said?"

"Lao Tzu said yes, understand?"

Zhang Zhihu said to Wang Lun with a cruel smile, then threw the potted plant to the ground, pointed at Wang Dafang and said, "Hurry up and give money!"

He recently lost some money in gambling, so he found this reason to ask for money, and he was not afraid that the Wang family would not give it.

"Dad, we won't give this money, we can't be blackmailed by him!"

Wang Lun was angry and shouted loudly.

Zhang Zhihu said with a smile: "The stinky boy is very crazy, he dares to say that I am blackmailing, then Lao Tzu is not afraid to tell you, Lao Tzu just doesn't want to pay the hundred yuan salary, he just wants to blackmail your family with the dying potted plants, what can you do to Lao Tzu?"

"You!"

Wang Lun raised his fist suddenly, and he was furious at this moment.

Wang Dafang hurriedly grabbed Wang Lun, and Qin Huirou, the mother who was driven out of the back room, was also afraid that Wang Lun would make a move on Zhang Zhihu, so she signaled Wang Lun not to be impulsive.

The old couple knew very well how serious the consequences would be if they did something to Zhang Zhihu.

In Yinshan Village, Zhang Zhihu is the emperor of the soil, lawless.

So Qin Huirou had no choice but to go back to the house and take 500 yuan and give it to Zhang Zhihu.

Zhang Zhihu took the money and put it in his pocket, snorted coldly at Wang Lun, and said arrogantly: "Stinky boy, you have a Mao qualification to fight with me, I am the boss in this village, you remember Lao Tzu!"

After speaking, Zhang Zhihu swaggered away.

After Zhang Zhihu left, Wang Dafang sighed with a bitter face: "Xiao Lun, I know you are very angry, but there is no way, as long as our family is still in Yinshan Village, we have to be managed by Zhang Zhihu, if you beat him today, he will dare to change his way to clean up our family in the future." ”

Wang Lun's heart is not a taste.

He can understand his parents' worries, Zhang Zhihu is a bully village head, and he almost shouts at whoever is rectified in the village, no villager dares to offend Zhang Zhihu, and his parents are no exception.

But he just couldn't tolerate it.

His father carried a sprayer weighing sixty or seventy pounds on a hot day all morning, tired and sweaty, really exchanging sweat for hard money, in the end, not only could not get the salary, but also gave Zhang Zhihu 500 yuan, how could he endure this breath!

Early the next morning, Wang Lun got up early, and while his parents were not paying attention, he was looking for the pot of rich bamboo that was about to die.

He wants to take the pot of rich bamboo and go to Zhang Zhihu to negotiate by himself!

Soon, Wang Lun found it in the courtyard.

Fugui bamboo was placed on the edge of the porcelain vase, which should have been put by my father.

It's just that when he saw Fuguizhu's appearance clearly, Wang Lun's eyes widened.

The leaves of Fugui bamboo, which were originally curled together, actually stretched, and the leaves were yellow and withered before, but now they have a little bit of pale green!

This pot of rich bamboo has unbelievably come to life!

Wang Lun was very surprised.

He graduated from the garden major, and also has experience in potted planting, and knows that this pot of rich bamboo has long lacked calcium, sulfur, iron and other nutrients, especially the lack of sulfur, resulting in yellowing of leaves, and the root development is seriously abnormal, almost dying, and it is difficult to survive.

And now, this pot of rich bamboo is equivalent to "resurrection from the dead".

"There must be a reason. ”

Wang Lun thought to himself.

He observed his surroundings, and when he caught a glimpse of the white-glazed porcelain vase next to Fugui Bamboo, his eyes were immediately drawn to it.

"What's going on? The white-glazed porcelain vase has changed so much?"

Wang Lun's eyes were full of surprise.