Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 36 - 35 robbed by thieves

As the twelfth lunar month approached, San Gouzi took the opportunity to go on a long trip out of town before the New Year, leaving the village without any transportation vehicles for going down the mountain to the market. Consequently, the villagers had even fewer ingredients on their dining tables. As Xiao Xian and Sister-in-law Lian started picking more from the few acres of land at the entrance of the village, the villagers began eyeing those alfalfa plants.

The cluster of Purple Flowers at the village entrance was still in full bloom. Ever since Sister-in-law Lian brought back a handful of alfalfa from the field and stir-fried it, not only the picky Zhu family grandpa and grandson, but even Dahuang, the dog who usually just eats meat and bones, ran to the door drooling.

When the villagers heard that alfalfa was edible, led by Sister-in-law Jin, who was closer to the Zhu Family, a few of them came over asking to pick some alfalfa from the Zhu's field. Zhu Shijun agreed since it's common among neighbors to share things like melons and soy sauce.

But once it started, those villagers tired of pickled cabbage came knocking too.

Although Sister-in-law Lian did go and check the fields, the picked alfalfa sprouts didn't seem to be getting less, but the field was almost trampled into a small path. The straw clothes tied around the Wenzhou Honey Orange trees on the field ridge were also pulled down.

"It's not okay, grandpa, those few acres were said to be mine," losing alfalfa plants couldn't be unseen, it was her who sneakily irrigated them with "iron liquid" after meals every day to help them grow back, it was physically demanding for her.

"Xiao Xian, the field is right at the entrance of the village, if people really want to pick, you can't stop them. Besides, do you want your grandpa to act like a vegetable seller and follow them to charge a few yuan or cents?" Zhu Shijun knew his granddaughter cared a lot about those few acres, but this is Ge Village, even setting up a wooden sign would be useless.

"Grandpa, don't worry, Sister-in-law Lian and I will handle it," she said. Who said she wanted money? In such a remote place, where food and clothing are not a worry, money can neither be eaten nor feed the space, Zhu Xiaoxian didn't even care about it.

The next day, a few men sitting at the village entrance and basking in the sun saw Xiao Xian carrying a large wooden board and Sister-in-law Lian carrying a hammer, along with the village's stray dog Dahuang, walking towards the field.

Dahuang was a short-legged local dog in the village. A few years ago, when its owner moved to town, disliking its cold appearance, it was left in Ge Village. It would wag its tongue standing at the door of any home that had leftovers, mooching meals, growing up on food from various homes.

Although just a local dog, Dahuang was very smart. After eating leftovers in the village numerous times, it figured out the patterns, finding the Zhufamily's meals most delicious. On a lucky day, it might even find a piece of soy sauce meat in the leftovers.

So Dahuang simply stopped running around and nested beside the water well at the Zhu Family's entrance, sharing meals three times a day when the family ate.

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Eventually, Xiao Xian and her grandpa decided to formally name it Zhu Dahuang.

Everyone in the village knew each other, the men shouted towards Sister-in-law Lian, "Sister-in-law Lian, what are you doing?"

"We're tying up the dog and putting up a sign. Xiao Xian has set a rule, anyone who wants to pick the Purple Flowers from the field has to trade with an iron tool from their house," Sister-in-law Lian clearly couldn't remember that fancy name "alfalfa" that Xiao Xian and Mr. Zhu had mentioned, she had called it pig feed grass for decades, only just recently changing it to Purple Flowers as people began eating it like livestock.

"What, exchanging things just to pick some grass, not even considering whose land this is, this is what our ancestors left for our Ge Village. That little girl from the Zhu Family is making too big of a fuss," the villagers' comments also reached Zhu Shijun's ears, and the old man considered removing the sign at the village entrance several times but ended up leaving with a laugh after strolling around.

Given the understanding level of the villagers in Ge Village, the sign was still made very clear, painted with a person and a cow, indicating that neither humans nor livestock should enter the Purple Flower Field without permission. Twenty-four hours a day, if anyone entered the farm without permission, Dahuang would bark non-stop, calling until the whole village came to spectate the scene.

It's unclear which villager started it first, but Xiao Xian's practice of trading iron for grass actually began to take effect. The items she collected included old iron pots and several hoes; the iron tools had only been in her possession for a few days before they disappeared. Needless to say, they had again been used to feed the Chaos Seedling in the space.

Like Zhou Ziang, Xiao Xian had also patiently pondered the source of the Spiritual Energy required by her space. Unfortunately, limited by her age and environment, she had not yet discovered the specific type of Spiritual Energy her space needed, i.e., carbon dioxide.

At night, the Spiritual Energy from the outside world would automatically enter the space. During the day when there was a lack of Spiritual Energy, Xiao Xian could only temporarily use iron tools to compensate. For now, the little fairy seedling was not choosy about the iron objects; as long as it was iron, be it rusty nails or brand-new lunch boxes, any iron would do the trick.

Under this double effect, the Chaos Immortal Seedling had grown significantly taller, and, concurrently, Xiao Xian's physical condition had also improved by leaps and bounds. In the past six months, she had been eating well and sleeping well, without a hint of cold or fever. Even in the dead of winter, she would wear thin autumn clothes without ever feeling cold. The only puzzle for Xiao Xian was when and how her iron space might transform into a copper space.

After entering the twelfth lunar month, the weather suddenly turned cold. One morning, water Xiao Xian spat out while brushing her teeth at the well turned to ice slush within minutes. Fortunately, the village used well water, which remained slightly warm during winter.

Around the evening of the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, a minor yet not insignificant incident occurred in Ge Village. The matter escalated to the point where even the village chief was alerted. The incident was considered minor because it occurred on the Zhu Family's little girl's playful field plot. However, it was significant because the other individual involved was not a nobody—it was the village party secretary, Qian Yongfu.

On that particular evening, just after eight o'clock, the weather was extremely cold, enough to numb exposed fingers and toes.

The villagers of Ge Village either climbed onto their kang beds or entered their spaces. Around nine o'clock, the village's big dog, Dahuang, kept barking nonstop.

The Zhu Family didn't have excess land. Fearing that Dahuang might freeze outside in such cold weather, Sister-in-law Lian ordered a cabin for Dahuang at the village entrance to watch over the Purple Flower Field full-time. This vigilance helped unveil a thief.

That thief was none other than the wife of the village party secretary, Wang Chunhua. Speaking of the village party secretary Qian Yongfu, he was naturally stingy and opportunistic. He was selected as the village party secretary because he was senior in age to many villagers. Moreover, his son Qian Duoduo worked in the town government office of Bai Family Ancient Town, holding a small but official title.

Usually, in the village, he would join any household hosting guests for a pig-slaying celebration to drink, and he would envy anyone whose children earned money for a while.

When Xiao Xian first mentioned charging for the Purple Flowers, he was the fiercest in scolding her and claimed that even if there were iron tools at home, he wouldn't exchange them with Xiao Xian. Yet, it was his craving wife who always smelled the tempting food from others' homes, whining in whispers about sneaking into the field under the cover of darkness to pick some fresh vegetables.

When Zhu Shijun and Xiao Xian arrived at the village entrance, Dahuang was still clutching onto Wang Chunhua's pant leg, refusing to let go, with the entire village standing at the field ridge.

The brightly blooming alfalfa flowers and the village party secretary, it was hard to tell whose color looked better.

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Due to the infrequent updates, Fu Zi is embarrassed to ask for rewards or anything, but why isn't there a single complaint about it?

Xiao Xian's fields are brimming with flourishing alfalfa, yet our "fields" don't even have a critique~