Chapter 185 The cow is missing, is it okay to search for it? [4200]

This seems a bit deliberate, as if it is an attempt to sow discord.

But Lu Yang didn't lie!

"How sure are you that this is true?"

"Second Grandfather, I'm just guessing. It's very likely that they didn't intend to frame Da Jun. They just wanted to get rich with Da Jun."

"I'm not asking you that."

"what?"

“Is it true that we are stealing national minerals?”

Holding a fishing rod in his hand.

The old man looked ahead and stamped the mud under his feet: "Is it true that there is coal underneath?"

Lu Yang didn't dare to lie: "Second Grandpa, I can guarantee this."

"How sure are you?"

"Ten percent."

"Hush, here comes the fish."

The old man held the fishing rod tightly, his eyes fixed on the float on the water.

I watched the fishing float sinking little by little.

The old man suddenly swung the fishing rod hard, then lifted it up, and a fresh little fish appeared on the surface of the water. It was another wild crucian carp, about half the size of a palm.

The old man moved very skillfully. He grabbed the fish with one hand, removed the hook with the other, and then threw the fish into the bucket. In the bucket, which was only half full of water, a wild crucian carp instantly appeared, stirring up waves in the water.

"Catching bad guys is like fishing. You can't be impatient. If you are impatient, you will easily make mistakes. You have to wait for the fish to bite the hook on its own. The harder and harder the bite, the less likely the fish will escape when you lift the rod."

The old man seemed to be talking to himself.

After replacing the earthworm on the fishhook, he held the fishing rod and continued to throw the fishing line into the pond. After a while, the entire fishing line was submerged in the pond, with only the float on top exposed.

Lu Yang stood aside, with a look of deep admonition on his face, and said, "Second Grandfather, I will definitely keep your words in mind."

The pond was quiet for a while.

The old man had a good feel for the fish. As Da Jun said, he was an expert fisherman. In less than ten minutes, he caught four or five more fish. He took a break and turned to Lu Yang and said, "Have you figured out what to do? Do you have a plan?"

Lu Yang said quickly, "Yes, yes, Second Grandpa, this is what we thought... The village is repairing the road now, and it's the rainy season soon. Their coal trucks may get stuck in the mud today, and they may overturn tomorrow. Once the coal is spilled and exposed to the villagers, they won't be able to escape. But, I'm worried that they are now building walls and raising wolfhounds. No one knows the situation in the mountains. I'm afraid..."

The implication of Lu Yang's words was very clear, he was here to ask for support.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "The army belongs to the country. No one can mobilize it for private affairs. However, I do know that there is an airstrip several dozen kilometers away in the deep mountains behind us. There is a troop stationed there all year round. Their leaders often organize them to go out for field training. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be their turn to come to our back mountain in half a month. The duration will be about three days. You can decide the time yourself."

The army cannot do private work, but if they encounter bad guys during training, they can still help the people catch them.

Lu Yang understood, so he said happily: "Second Grandpa, you must be thirsty, do you want some tea?"

He didn't have any tea, but he did have two bottles of good wine.

When Lu Yang opened a bottle of Moutai, he saw a green military kettle with paint peeling off hanging on the corner of the chair where his second grandfather was sitting. He took it and shook it, and found that there was only a little tea in it. So he poured out all the water with a sly look, and then poured the whole bottle of Moutai into it, filling up the whole kettle.

"Second Grandpa, here is your kettle."

"Hahaha……"

The old man was not polite either.

He is an 80-year-old man and this is the only hobby he has. Since it is a gift from the younger generation, why can't he accept it?

He stretched out his old finger and pointed at Lu Yang.

What I mean is that you are too naughty.

But he still took the kettle, opened the lid, and smelled it. The strong aroma of sauce hit his nose, and he couldn't help but take a small sip.

He sighed and said, "What a good wine! Do you know the origin of this kettle?"

Lu Yang knew that his second grandfather was going to tell a story again.

So he straightened his body to show that he was listening carefully.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, his eyes looking into the distance: "This kettle has been with me for nearly 40 years. I remember that year should be 1952... The winter in the north is very cold, and it snows a lot... Fortunately, I have this captured kettle. Do you know how the paint on it fell off? We poured snow into the kettle and then put it on the fire. When the snow melted, we had hot water to drink. But if we were worried about being discovered by enemy planes, we had another way. We put snow into the kettle and then warmed it with our body temperature. In this way, when the snow melted, we could also have a mouthful of warm water to drink..."

When people get old, they like to tell stories. After telling stories, they like to drink. After drinking, they get drunk easily.

So at noon that day, my second grandfather was drunk.

Lu Yang originally planned to tell his second grandfather about the coal under the mountain behind, and then tell Da Jun the whole story.

But the old man said.

Don’t tell his eldest grandson yet.

His eldest grandson has a very impulsive temper. If he knew that he was almost deceived and embarked on the road of "crime", he would definitely not be able to help it and would go and settle the score with those people himself.

But this will not only not help, but may even make things worse.

Instead of telling him and then persuading him to calm down, calm down, and really calm down, it is better to just hide it from him and wait until the truth comes out before telling him.

Lu Yang thought so too.

Da Jun’s temper is indeed very impulsive and he gets angry easily.

It should be possible to persuade him.

But there is no need.

Since Second Grandpa has said so, just listen to him.

It was evening when the four of them returned to the factory.

And only at this time did I learn about it from Lao Liu.

It wasn't until after 3 p.m. that the other party managed to move the car out of the mud pit. They used the most primitive method, with more than a dozen people pushing hard from behind and throwing stones, sticks and other things in front of the tires that were stuck in the mud pit.

According to what Lu Yang said, Lao Liu also asked someone to test it out.

But the other party was determined not to let the villagers get close, and he almost lost his temper and started fighting. Fortunately, he also knew that Lu Yang just wanted to test the other party and didn't really want to expose the matter, so at the last minute, he asked someone to persuade the villagers to come back.

However, after this incident, the other party will probably be on high alert all the time, and will not allow villagers to get close to their cars, and will definitely defend more tightly.

"Cousin, what should we do now?"

"Wait." Lu Yang said only one word.

"Don't you want to do something else?"

"But we still have to work. We can't let them sit idle. Lao Liu, go to the village committee later and tell Zhuangzhuang's father that I think the road construction is still too slow. We need to speed up the progress and hire more workers. Don't be afraid of spending money. We can dig up the road and repair it in a big way. It would be best if we can finish it before the rainy season comes."

"Cousin, this is a great idea. I will go and tell the old village party secretary. Now we don't have to worry about them not being exposed. Sooner or later, they will be overturned."

This road is already so difficult to drive on now. If we hire more workers and repair the other side on a large scale, I'm afraid there will be more and more silt on this side, making it increasingly difficult to drive on.

But Lu Yang's plan was an open one. The large trucks from the garment factory also had to take this road, and there was also the risk of overturning. How could he solve the problem?

Hearing that Lu Yang didn't mind spending more money and wanted to speed up the construction period, the old village party secretary was naturally very happy. After all, the plum rain season was about to arrive, and the villagers also wanted to use the clean and tidy asphalt road as soon as possible. Who would like to walk with one foot deep and one foot shallow and get covered in mud?

So, starting from the next day, when the sky cleared up, construction workers began to appear in multiples on this section of roadbed at the entrance of the village. Just like Lu Yang said, just work hard and the wages will be sufficient. However, it is inevitable that some workers may dig over the boundary, causing the road on the other side to become much narrower, and the dust and mud will become even thicker, making it difficult for large vehicles to pass.

But when I asked, I was told that the decision was made after discussion at a village committee meeting, and that they were rushing to complete the project and try to open the road to traffic before the rainy season arrives.

Otherwise, when the rainy season comes and it rains every few days, I'm afraid it will take another month or two for this road to be opened to traffic.

Originally, they came down the mountain in a rage to cause trouble, but after receiving such an answer, the group went up the mountain to discuss the matter among themselves.

On the contrary, I feel that the village committee is right. Although it is a bit difficult now, I can get through it if I grit my teeth. I might as well go to the village committee and work with them to meet the deadline, hire more workers, and try to finish the road as soon as possible, so as to avoid bumps and bruises all day long and be nervous for fear that something might happen.

But the accident still happened.

Ten days later, a large truck coming down from the tea mountain had one of its wheels stuck in a mud pit again, and this time it almost overturned. The canvas was probably not tied tightly, and peat leaked out all over the ground. From a distance, it looked like the truck had pooped a pile of black shit.

This attracted many villagers to point and talk from a distance.

But because of the previous experience, no one dared to get close. As expected, as the door of the truck opened, three or four yellow-haired men holding crowbars jumped out, nervously guarding against the villagers in the distance.

They were indeed prepared, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people getting off the car.

"Brother Guangbei, what should we do now?"

It turned out that Brother Guangbei, the think tank on the tea mountain, was also there.

"Bring the shovel, shovel as much coal as possible back into the car. If you can't shovel it back into the car, shovel it into the mud and mix it with the mud. Try not to let people know that it is coal. Why don't you get started?"

Brother Guangbei's heart was also pounding at this time.

He had a premonition that something might happen recently, so he followed the convoy down the mountain this time. He didn't expect that something would really happen.

"How to do?"

"Even if we can cover it up this time, if we continue like this, something bad will happen sooner or later. Is there really nothing we can do but persuade Brother Bao to stop?"

Of course he didn't make enough money.

But for the sake of his life and to avoid going to jail, if he could really persuade Brother Bao to stop, he felt that it was not unacceptable.

Nowadays, it is easy to get rich by doing anything.

You don't have to resort to shady means to make money.

Before that, they just lacked the first pot of gold.

Now the first pot of gold has been earned.

Ever since the underground coal was stolen, the lion's share has always been shared by him and Brother Bao. Out of 100%, Brother Bao took 50%, he took 20%, and the remaining three layers were shared by the other ten or so people.

But even so, he now has more than 50 cash in his hand.

I can’t imagine how much Brother Bao has earned now.

Because he was the only one who knew that the buyer of the peat was also found by Brother Bao. Who knew if Brother Bao would hide it from him and take kickbacks there as well?

"No."

“I already feel like I’ve earned enough.”

"Brother Bao must have earned enough."

"I have to find an opportunity to persuade him in the next few days. He should stop decisively when it's time to stop. It's not too late to clear the matter here before anyone finds out. Oh, by the way, we can use Ma Lao San and Guo A Qiang. Although they are my brothers and follow me, I have to apologize to them for the sake of self-protection."

Brother Guangbei gritted his teeth.

He turned around, took a shovel from the car, and joined the team to clear the traces.

Less than ten minutes later.

This time, because of their experience, they were able to drive the car out of the mud pit quickly and drove out of Shanghuai Village leaving black tire marks all the way.

"Cousin, something has happened. Have you found evidence? Or should we expose and report them now?"

On this day, Lu Yang was playing chess with Da Jun at the factory gate.

A large truck drove back from outside the village. Lao Liu jumped out of the car in a hurry and came to Lu Yang.

"General."

Lu Yang's move made Da Jun's brains numb. He had lost nine games in a row today.

Lu Yang smiled complacently, turned his head and asked: "Where is the evidence?"

Lu Youzhi ran back to the car, took down a bag of brown soil, untied the bag, and said to Lu Yang: "Cousin, look, all this soil is mixed with peat."

Lu Yang frowned, reached in, grabbed a handful of mud, then spread out his hands. Sure enough, his hands were all black. When he poked them with his fingers, they did look like coal.

"Besides this, is there any other evidence?"

"Cousin, you don't know, those guys are so cunning, their car spilled some coal on the ground. But they didn't allow the villagers to get close, and then they shoveled it back into the car, and the part that couldn't be shoveled away was mixed in the mud. I only collected this little with great difficulty."

"Well, it's definitely not enough to use as evidence, but it should be enough to make people suspicious and then associate it with the coal under the mountain behind us. Send it back now and sprinkle it on the tire tracks of their trucks along the way. Then find a chance to reveal the news to the villagers, and we'll just wait and see."

"Then we just leave it alone and wait for the villagers to report them?"

"Of course not. The villagers will only have suspicions in their hearts and may hate these people for stealing the village's collective property, but they will never take the initiative to report them. The villagers are all honest and kind people. Without someone to take the lead, they will only feel wronged and feel that they can't beat these people at all, so we have to add fuel to the fire."

"Then how can we add fuel to the fire?"

"Don't they have a few old oxen in the village? They said they wanted to sell them to private individuals, but they haven't done so yet. They need people from each household to take turns to help herd the cattle. Calculate the date, it's the day after tomorrow. A cow will definitely be lost the day after tomorrow. Go and have someone call the police and say that the cows in the village were stolen. And you must say that the cows were stolen while they were grazing on the hill behind them."

"Ah? My cousin..."

"You're dead set, right? The cow is missing, so it shouldn't be too much to go up the mountain and search for it, right?"

(End of this chapter)