Take space to raise cubs on the road to escape

"Don't say anything, you won't say anything about such a big thing as harvesting wheat, why am I not your uncle." At this point, Old Man Li glared at Gu Lan, "Okay, don't waste time and go quickly."

Old man Li interrupted Gu Lan, making him speechless, unable to say anything to refuse.

He and his sons have already come, so naturally they won't go back, and it's still a family relationship with the outside world. Isn't this job of being an uncle and nephew not going to let the villagers poke his back?

"Well, uncle, you misunderstood, am I afraid of delaying the family's business?"

"How much delay can it be, isn't there your aunt and sisters-in-law, I don't know what to say about you, you boy."

"That's right, I know you don't want to trouble everyone, but we're not outsiders, this time it's your fault." The village chief looked at Gu Lan in disapproval, this kid was just too polite.

"Okay, don't say too much, let's go quickly, and we can have more meetings while the weather is cool." The village head urged, and then all the people who came got into the carriage that he and old man Li drove over, obviously they didn't accept it. Quran refused words.

"Hurry up!" The village head sitting on the frame shouted to Gu Lan again.

Gulan: "..."

It's all said here, she can only shut up.

Although there is a feeling of being forced, I really don't feel disgusted in my heart, but warm.

"Hey" quickly agreed and followed.

A series of more than a dozen carriages left Lijia Village and walked towards the fields a few miles away.

It was not until the sky in the place became slightly brighter, but it did not affect the work.

According to the area allocated in advance, everyone left in their carriages.

As for the hired part-time workers, they all came to the field early and waited.

A hundred acres of land seems to be quite a lot, but they can't stand the crowd.

For the part-time workers alone, more than 50 people were hired, plus Gulan's own people. Now there are more than a dozen people including Uncle Li, the village head, and so on. This hundred acres of land is not enough to look at. After the turn, one person is less than two acres of land. , it's also quick to dry.

As for the night duty personnel last night, Gu Lan asked them to go back to rest, but everyone came here to make money, isn't it just a continuous rotation, it's not like they haven't done it before, the big deal is to go back to rest for a few days after finishing the work, anyway. One is gone.

Seeing everyone's insistence on this, Gu Lan didn't force it, and understood everyone's psychology of wanting to make money. It's not a long-term thing, and it's okay to do it once in a while.

As for the group of gangsters last night, as soon as they arrived, Li Chui came to the field to report, and looked at the gangsters from a distance.

They are all young and strong, and the oldest one is only in his 20s, but he is good at everything without doing good things. It is difficult for such people to have a long memory if they do not let them suffer.

Gu Lan didn't bother, and directly asked Li Chui to come to Tianzai to teach them a lesson, at least to keep them from getting up for ten and a half months, and then sent a letter to his family to redeem them and pay them money.

"Then what if no one redeems people and loses money?" Li Chui asked.

It is indeed a problem. I am afraid that I will be bored by the family if I sneak around all day and do not do good things. There is indeed a possibility.

But sending to officials is the last option. Gu Lan doesn't want to do it, mainly because it is too troublesome. It takes time for the government to accept and investigate cases, and this is the important moment of wheat harvest, so there is no time to waste.

Think about it and say: "If no one comes to redeem, tell them that if they don't want to be sent to the government, they must sign a three-year sell-off contract and work hard to pay the compensation."

It just so happened that people needed to plow the land after the wheat was harvested, so it was all used as waste.

"Young master, isn't this too cheap for them?"

They are sneaky little bastards, either no one asks them at home or they can't control them, or they are like dogs at home, once or twice is fine, and the family members won't always wipe their butts for them after a long time, I guess. Redemption is unlikely.

In this way, these little bastards will stay in the Gu family.

What a good person their master is, but the daily food of these servants is unmatched by ordinary people. When these little bastards came here, they did not work to redeem their sins, and they clearly enjoyed a blessing.

"Isn't there still you? When the time comes, I will train them hard and change all their bad habits." Gu Lan patted the shoulders of the two, and looked at Uncle Li and the village chief who had already started working in the distance. Uncle, sighed.

"I'll leave them to you." He said and walked towards Maidi.

The two old men were busy working in the fields, and he, a young man, was really sorry to watch them do it.

well!Originally, he could not go to the ground, but now he could only resign himself to his fate, took a sickle from the car, wrapped his face in a straw hat and went to the ground.

Fortunately, for the sake of convenience, he was wearing a strong suit, otherwise he would have been complained by his uncle and the village chief if he wore a long gown.

As for Li Chui's coming to the field, after being reminded by their master, they were eager to walk towards the punks under the tree not far away after waking up.

The master is right, it is impossible for these little bastards to enjoy themselves with them. Then they will definitely train these guys to look good and help the master work well, and they will never dare to do anything sneaky again.

The malicious expressions on the faces of the two of them were so obvious that the group of punks who were sluggish under the tree could see it clearly no matter how dull they were.

Then, as they expected, what greeted them was a storm of punches and kicks. At that moment, they just felt that they should simply die. It was too difficult.

Then they were dragged into a car like dead dogs and taken to a place where they were locked up. They were told that they could leave as long as their families paid ten taels of compensation. Work to redeem yourself.

Hearing the amount of money, everyone fell asleep on the ground like a dead man, let alone ten taels, but no one brought the money.

Either they have no money at home, or they are already bored by their family members, even if they are not disgusted by their family members, with such a large amount of ten taels of silver, they will never tire of it with their usual performance.

Knowing that it was impossible, in the end no one was willing to act as a representative and go to each family to deliver a message. It was said that those who were beaten could not even move and had no strength to deliver a message.

It is even more unwilling to send them to the government. If so, I am afraid that they will lose their homes after they come out.

In this way, there is only one choice. Fortunately, it only takes three years. The hooligans have considered it in their hearts, and almost all of them chose this one unanimously.

After getting the answer he wanted, Li Chui came to Tian with a satisfied smile, threw them in the small black room, and quickly went to the ground again.

In the past few days, let them reflect on themselves first. Although the beating was measured and did not hurt them, it still hurts enough for ten and a half months.

Gu Lan also cuts the wheat well in the field. On the one hand, it is the physical instinct of the original body. After all, it is not difficult to do it immediately after getting used to it. Although the speed is not as good as the veterans who often do farm work, it is much better than Xia Mu and the others.

Apart from practicing martial arts or martial arts since childhood, these people have never been in contact with the fields. The hands that used to hold knives are now clumsy with scythes. Fortunately, their main job is not to cut wheat, but to transport it.