In the golden wheat field, gusts of cold wind blew over. It was a bumper harvest. This year's wheat field had a complete bumper harvest. The phosphorous fertilizer provided by Mr. Zhang had almost doubled the growth of the crops. The yield per mu was estimated to reach 800 catties this year. Grandpa Wang had been guarding his wheat field these days. He grinned every day. After harvesting this year's wheat and paying some land rent, he would be able to keep at least 500 catties of wheat and eat bread every day!
Thinking about how he could eat his fill every day, Uncle Wang was satisfied. What else could he do? Boss Zhang was really a good person.
"Old man, our boss said that we will collect another 200 catties of land rent this year. In this world, prices have risen, so the land rent has to rise too!!”
There were two types of farmland in the northeast. The first type belonged to the landlord, which was private and occupied the vast majority. The second type belonged to the military government, which was also public. Private farmland was a little more fertile, but the rent was higher. Public farmland was a little lower.
Obviously, Uncle Wang's farmland belonged to the landlord's family, the Liaoyang Qian family!!
Two menacing manservants were holding a shotgun in their hands, and behind them was a group of strong men. Nearly 30% of the farmland in the surrounding villages belonged to the Qian family of Liaoyang, a famous wealthy man. Of course, the Qian family's business was not limited to just a few thousand acres of land. The restaurants, pawnshops, political figures, and military figures in the family were all ranked high!
The reason why the Qian Clan had been able to stand tall in the northeast for so many years was not because of the complicated and intertwined forces. No matter where they went, the Qian Clan had people. Fengtian, the pass, the capital, the south, and the Liaoyang Qian Clan were simply a colossus!
The limitations of history gave birth to such a strange class. They were backward in the old feudal era and advanced in the new era of the democratic era. This was because they were both the holders of interests and the opponents of interests. It could be said that families like the Qian family were contradictory. Moreover, there were many families in the Republic of China, occupying more than 80% of the means of production in this society. To a certain extent, the Zhang family was the same. However, The Zhang family's nature added another layer of warlords, so it could not be divided into this level.
Uncle Wang looked at these fierce young men and took a few steps back, shivering. These were all people from Liaoyang's Qian family. What could an old man like him have to compete with them? However, when he thought of the different colors, the soldiers of the National Defense Infantry Regiment suddenly felt confident.
"I've already paid this year's rent. I've already paid the last time I came here, so why do I still have to pay?”
The old man placed his hoe horizontally in front of him and took a defensive stance. His eyes turned cold. If anyone touched his wheat field today, he would fight to the death with them.
Someone from the village surrounded them again. The two young men looked around and sneered. These old things were delusional enough to stop the Qian family from collecting rent. They were daydreaming!
"Old thing, you're really tired of living. Why didn't you ask about the Liaoyang Qian Clan's rent collection? Who can stop them?!”
The lean man stomped on the wheat field beside him, and the golden ears of wheat scattered all over the ground. He felt that it was not ruthless enough, so he stomped on the wheat field again.
"You, you damn beast, you ruined my food. I'll fight you to the death, beast, beast!!”
The old man raised his hoe, his eyes bloodshot. The wheat had been planted, watered, fertilized, weeding, and slowly growing for five to six months. Damn it, damn it! These animals were destroying it just like that? How could they harvest it if they stepped on it all? And the wheat that had fallen, many of them had fallen one by one!
How could he pick up all these? There were also some that he stepped on and sank into the soil. How could he pick up those? Food. If he had not experienced those famine years, how could he know the value of food?
"You animals will definitely get your retribution. I'll fight it out with you. I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!”
Uncle Wang brandished his hoe and burst with unprecedented power. Unfortunately, he was already old. If he was ten years younger, they would all die.
"Old thing, you better watch us pack wheat properly.!”
The skinny man spat out a mouthful of stinky saliva. The originally golden waves of wheat were now filled with a strong wind. The waves of wheat were like knives that killed people, and they became more and more crazy. A few of the Qian family's rent-collecting servants looked like lunatics in the wheat field!
"Old thing, let's see what you can do. You bumpkins deserve so many crops. Stop dreaming and die!!”
The skinny man snatched the hoe from the old man's hand. He tightened his grip and looked down at the old man from above. With a turn of the hoe, he directly broke a piece of wheat from the top. A large pile of wheat was completely destroyed just like that. Anyone would feel heartache, but not these lunatics.
The villagers in the Soaring Dragon Slope finally arrived. When they saw the scene in front of them, they did not put down their farming tools. The Qian family's blood-sucking bugs had come again. Moreover, it seemed that they had just harvested in the neighboring village.
"You bunch of people, do you still have any respect for the law? The rent has already been collected in March. Why are you here again?!”
"That's right, that's right. Even the Qian family can't collect rent every two or three days. Uncle Wang, don't be afraid. There are so many of us. I don't believe they dare to be impudent today!!”
"My fellow villagers, these blood-sucking bugs are always trying to exploit us. It wasn't easy for us to live a good life because of Boss Zhang. Now, we can't let these bastards ride on our heads again. At most, we can ask Battalion Commander Chu to come over. His army is at the Flying Dragon Slope today!”
There was strength in unity. With more people, they were not afraid anymore. Could it be that these animals still dared to shoot?
More and more people gathered. There were probably more than a hundred people. This time, it was the little beasts 'turn to panic. At this moment, they did not know whether to leave or not. If they did not collect the rent well, they would not be able to bear the consequences when they returned!
Thinking of this, the skinny man gestured to the people behind him and curled his lips. These damn people. Even Marshal Zhang of Fengtian City would have to consider carefully if he wanted to move the Qian family.
The shotgun in the man's hand might as well go all out. It was these bumpkins who forced him. He did not want to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys.
The man tightened his grip on the shotgun and moved.
The next moment, the clouds quieted down and the wind stopped!
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot startled the birds, but unfortunately, it wasn't a shotgun that was smoking…
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