Zhao Peng shook his head: "I won't hit you. I will just continue to dig the soil. But look at this machine so big, if someone accidentally crushes you, I'll go to jail. As for you, I won't see the sun tomorrow."

When Zhao Peng spoke, his voice was quiet and he seemed to have no feelings.

It sounds particularly gloomy in the old man's ears.

"Uncle, why not forget it."

"Get out!" The old man pulled his nephew away by pulling his hand, pointed at Zhao Peng with a hoe and said, "You just said that this wall is not in our field, right?"

"That's what I said."

"Do you dare to stumble with me?"

"Why don't you dare? But the problem is that if it is pulled out, it is indeed in our field, then when you farm, you should stay away from our wall. I'm also worried that our wall will be dug down by you."

"Don't think of beauty. This land cannot be in your land, we will pull it."

"Then let it go, it seems that you are alive to your mouth at all ages."

The old man originally wanted his nephew to go back to get a ruler, but the driver of the excavator said that he had it in the car.

Save the effort.

"My land is three acres, 40 meters long and 5 meters wide."

"Then measure it. It has nothing to do with me anyway. I believe you are old and won't lie to me, right? We just need to measure it."

Zhao Peng jumped over the small wall and pulled the ground with the old man.

Once pulled, it was 5.2 meters below the wall.

Zhao Peng had a clear idea in his heart. He had studied this place before, so he knew the history of the place.

The wall was built to protect private contracted land from soil erosion. Anyway, there is wasteland here, so it is built within the scope of the wasteland.

And it is also staggered a little bit, about 0.2 meters.

In other words, the old man and the others have actually had more than 0.2 meters, not to mention the problem of the wall.

The old man looked at the ruler in disbelief.

Pull it twice again.

The length still remains unchanged.

"It's clear now that you have occupied 20 cm of my land, so you must be content. We are all neighbors in the future, and I don't want to worry about these 20 cm, but you can calm down and don't argue with me about whether to be a wall or not."

Zhao Peng climbed over the wall, stood on his side, and joked: "In other words, whether the wall is not a wall or not has nothing to do with you. Whether I dig it down or let the wall continue to be placed, that's all my own business.

If you are polite, we will do it politely. If you still have to get entangled, then I will now follow the land and shovel the crops you planted in our fields."

The old man was so angry that he was glaring at him, but he had no choice.

He threw the ruler over the other side of the wall, carried the hoe and turned around and left.

Zhao Peng hurried over and picked up the ruler and returned it to the driver: "Look at this old man, he has a pretty bad temper. Fortunately, he is soft, otherwise the ruler might have been broken."

The driver smiled and said, "It will be broken if it is broken by a roll of broken ruler. Young man, you are really not an ordinary person."

The driver had just watched Zhao Peng deal with things, and his neither humble nor arrogant look was all in his eyes. He couldn't help but secretly amazed that the boy was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his style of conduct was not like a child at all.

Even more mature than many adults.

After this episode, it took half an hour to wait. After the matter was resolved, the two machines started up again.

Lunch is still done on the ground.

When it was almost dark in the evening, the excavator finally ended.

Not only do we transfer the soil from the west to the east, and cushion the east, but we also deliberately compact it to prevent it from being washed away by the flood.

When I was paying for money, two days were originally 18 hours, but the driver only charged 15 hours.

Zhao Peng had no choice but to pay him 1,500 yuan in 15 hours.

Because the tractor still needs to sow seeds, it only boiled the money for the farming land today, and agreed to continue sowing seeds tomorrow.

When he went back tonight, Zhao Peng and his father were about to discuss how to grow radishes, but the discussion found that in this real farming aspect, he and his father were simply too far apart, not on the same level.

So I didn't talk anymore and left it to my parents to implement it.

He was tired in the field for two days and was exhausted. He fell down on the kang after washing.

...

Good sleep all night.

Because there will be a rehearsal on Wednesday, Zhao Peng will prepare to buy a guitar first.

As a literary youth in his previous life, guitar was an indispensable tool for showing off.

The three literary and artistic young people are so cute and sexy.

His guitar is OK, especially the folk guitar is good.

As for the voice, it's okay.

Anyway, when I was in college, I also attended the city's Spring Festival Gala on behalf of the school.

But after graduating from college, I found that this thing could not make money and would not help my life.

Moreover, folk songs themselves are filled with a calm resentment and decadence.

He was tied to a fixed city by life, in a rental house of several square meters, and no matter what poetry or distance he had, it could only be a distant dream.

Gradually, I no longer like singing.

He bought a guitar that he spent a lot of money in his previous life and his signatures from folk singers who liked it, but he finally put it on the head of the bed to accumulate dust.

Only when I miss my youth by chance can I pick it up and pluck the strings at will.

After school at noon, Zhao Peng called Hu Li to go with him.

Hu Li was surprised to hear Zhao Peng say she wanted to buy a guitar. She remembered that Zhao Peng had never played the guitar at all, so why would he suddenly play such a powerful thing? Zhao Peng had to pretend to be mysterious and lied that a relative could play it and learned it by himself.

Hu Li always believed in Zhao Peng, so she didn't doubt it.

The main reason is that she is very smart. If you are a little smarter, you will know that guitar is not easy to practice, so you can play it yourself because your relatives can play it.

At this time, playing the piano was not very popular, and there was only one piano store in Huangqiao Town.

On the West Gate.

Huangqiao Town is basically square and four straight, and the two main streets cross in the center to form a cross.

Taking the flower bed in the center of the street as the point, four streets extend out in four directions.

They are called the southeast, southwest and northwest gates respectively.

The functions of the four streets are also different. The east gate mainly consists of large commodities, such as vehicles and farm tools, daily necessities on the south side, and vegetables and grains on the north side.

As for Ximen, it is some cultural and educational projects.

Each street has stable main functions, which is convenient for ordinary people to lose money when shopping, and also facilitates street management, so as not to be too messy.

For example, the location where Zhao Peng sells eggs is probably on the north-north street, because eggs are also a kind of food.

Ximen’s piano store is called “Ximen piano store”.

A name without style.

Before Zhao Peng and the others could reach the door, they heard the sound of guitar coming from the piano store.

It's a song by Wong Ka Kui.

Zhao Peng is not familiar with Huang Jiaju’s songs, but he likes to listen to them very much.

The main reason is that he doesn't know Cantonese and can't understand.

But Huang Jiaju's music style is very similar. Even if he can't understand the lyrics, he can immediately tell that it is his music.

Moreover, Huang Jiaju’s music can give people a kind of power.

You can often walk into the depths of people's hearts just by music itself.

However, the music is Huang Jiaju's music, but the guitar playing level is really not enough to listen to.

After listening for more than ten seconds, Zhao Peng found that there were many rhythm problems, and the chords were also used.

Obviously, the player is not proficient enough in his technique and needs to continue climbing the grid.

What surprised Zhao Peng was that when he walked to the door of the piano store, he found that he knew the person playing.

It was Liu Haoran who went to the city with him to participate in the competition.

I didn't expect that he could play guitar.

Liu Haoran leaned against the door and was sitting on a stool and was very impressed. There were two students in Yucai Middle School uniforms in the shop, probably Liu Haoran's friends.

Behind the innermost counter, there was a young man with long hair debugging the pitch of the guitar. He was obviously a master. He didn't use any tuning fork, but listened directly with his ears.

Adjust the lower button slightly, listen, debug, listen again.

Zhao Peng has a very poor pitch accuracy, and he envies such a person who is born with a very good pitch accuracy.
To be continued...