"Um."

Wu Dingshan nodded happily and grinned, "If there were fields, our Wujiawan would be more than 1,000 acres of land. In the entire Longshi, Longtang, and Fengtang, there were no men in our Wujiawan who did things quickly! When my father died, he had two crops of grain a year, so he said that rice could be made eighty dan, but it was actually eighty dan. After deducting the levy, military rations, there were twenty-seven and a half dan, and there were more than ten dan, and I couldn't remember it, but Mao counted seventeen or eighty dan, twenty dan, and forty-three dan, our family ranked first."

Wu Dingshan, who was extremely proud, looked like he was talking about his achievements, and even the smoke in his hand had been extinguished, he did not pay attention.

Wang Jiao shook another cigarette for him. Wu Dingshan opened his mouth and continued, then spoke with the cigarette in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Our village came down. There were five families, but later, "Killing Liang and Promotion" died a lot, and it was absolutely impossible. However, the land was all good. There was a piece of Yanziba. If a ditch was opened, it could water seven or eight hundred acres of land. The plum blossom ridge could divert water, and the field could be used to "Ge Gongtou". This piece, although it was a mountain, the key fruits and vegetables were not bad!"

Snap.

The match was lit and the smoke from Wu Dingshan was burning. The bandit leader said excitedly, while lowering his head, "Good bamboo shoots can be produced in the Danzhu ridge. Pomegranate Chong originally had a forest farm, and there were roads. It was built to Bijia Mountain. Bijia Mountain, I heard that it was a husband from three hundred years ago, and he left a treasure here, so it was called Bijia Mountain..."

The nagging and muffled, Wu Dingshan's voice was choked. He was still in his prime, but at this moment he could only lower his head and wipe his tears quietly without any trace.

Under the tent in the distance, I don’t know how many men, women, young and old look at him. He was really afraid of being seen, and he was really afraid.

It's more scary than death, and more uncomfortable than death.

"If the cousin gives you a piece of land, he will definitely be a farmer."

"Absolutely, the men in our Wujiawan are all good at farming. The Wujia men have one cow, and ten men have ten cows!"

"But you can't farm, study, work, do business, or join the army..."

"A good man is not a soldier! A good iron will not be made into a nail!"

Wu Dingshan said gritting his teeth as if he was venting.

"I see that the soldiers in my hands are all good men. 'Guo Que'er' is in southern Gan, so they always call him Company Commander Guo. What do the boss think of 'Guo Que'?"

“…”

He wiped his tears and took a deep breath of cigarette, "If you serve as a soldier for the committee member, then just pretend!"

"It's actually nothing to be a soldier for me. You farm yourself, just join the soldier yourself."

“…”

At this moment, Wu Dingshan suddenly felt that he understood everything and understood it completely. He slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Jiao, "Commissioner Wang, I am a bandit leader, and maybe I can still eat a bowl of rice in the future."

Root rice is a table of rice placed when children and grandchildren worship their ancestors.

Wu Dingshan might have a little fear before, fearing that he would die if he didn't know when.
Chapter completed!