Today, in Fengji, Huangqiao Town, parents are doing small businesses.

After Zhao Peng passed by, he found that his parents were busy greeting customers, and the business was indeed good.

Now my mother has started to set up snack stalls, selling oil cakes, and oil cakes.

While selling tea and eggs, my father greeted his mother with guests.

My father's face was full of smiles, and he was no longer the poker face that had lasted for thousands of years. It can be seen that he enjoyed this life of hard work and wealth.

Zhao Peng looked from a distance for a while before walking over.

The mother first saw Zhao Peng. While skillfully flipping through the oil cakes rolling in the oil pan, she asked with a smile: "It's time for school, what do you want to eat, mom will make it for you."

Zhao Peng saw a few unformed oil cakes on the small table next to him, so he picked them up and ate them slowly.

When the snack pan is just on, the oil temperature is not good when it is just boiling every day, and it may be half-cooked.

So start with something without takeout.

"Oh, how can you eat these? These are all things from the first pot, not cooked." The mother hurriedly stopped her when she saw it.

"It's okay, you can eat it all in your life. It's a waste if you don't eat it. You can blow it up for the customer, don't let others wait in a hurry."

"It's not bad for these."

Zhao Peng smiled. Eating this kind of oil cake is nothing. He had eaten moldy steamed buns before.

Very hungry, nothing can be eaten.

If his family had not been reborn, they might have been worried about not having enough food.

He didn't easily go from frugality to extravagance.

"There's nothing wrong with the family these days? How are the onions in the field? Where are the radishes? Did they sprout?"

Onions are the land of Zhao Peng’s own family, and Zhao Peng persuaded his parents to plant several acres of green onions.

The colonization was just completed last weekend.

People who have never planted the land do not know the difference between green onions and green onions.

I thought that growing onions would be green onions.

Actually not.

If the onion grows more than one foot high, it needs to be planted. That is, dig trenches, cultivate soil, and then slowly rush the soil to grow into green onions.

If the onion is allowed to grow, only leaves will grow without the stems of the onion.

It is relatively simple to plant, just water and fertilize, but when you are not lucky, you may die of drought for several consecutive days.

"It's all good. The onions have poured into the fields. I guess they can be sold in more than two months. My father and I went to see the contracted land yesterday. The buds were good, but they were a little thick."

Thick means dense.

"It doesn't matter if it's thicker. At worst, we can wait for a long time and we will break the seedlings." Zhao Peng responded casually. In fact, he knew that the radish could not wait for the sparse seedlings, and soon the land was no longer a radish land.

"It's all that." The mother sighed, suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, when we went home yesterday, we found that the door lock seemed to have been pried."

Zhao Peng was shocked!

Speaking of thieves, there is a family in the west of Zhao Peng’s house that is very dirty.

Basically, he is a habitual prisoner of the inheritance of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren.

The Zhao Peng family didn't have much stuff at first, but they were still inevitably attacked by them.

For example, one time, a chicken ran out of the door, and it took less than an hour to find it, and when it was found, someone else had cooked it.

One time, Zhao Peng and his father cut out a long time before cutting out some firewood neatly outside the door, but they were stolen all night. The next day, Zhao Peng and his father followed the footprints on the snow, and the wood had been burned out by them to make tofu in the morning.

The family stole wherever they went. I don’t know how many times they were beaten by the villagers, but they just refused to repent.

So when Zhao Peng heard that a thief had picked the lock, he first thought of it as the family.

"Is it the Cao family?"

Zhang Yali shook her head, "Who knows. The lock has signs of being pried, but it seems that it has not been pried open. I guess it was interrupted by something."

Zhao Peng was still worried, "Then you all came out today, wouldn't it be possible for them to continue picking the lock?"

"Not necessarily. There is nothing to steal in our house. If the thief doesn't leave, he will starve to death even if he comes to our house."

Zhao Peng felt something was wrong in his heart.

Although the Cao family usually thieves, such as stealing chickens, wood, cucumbers, tomatoes, etc., they never pick the locks. Because everyone in the village knows that the Zhao Peng family has nothing to steal.

But why is someone suddenly picking the lock?

Is it a thief from another place, and I don’t know their real living standards?

Nor is it like it.

Their broken yard and broken door can be judged from the outside that the house is shabby and has nothing valuable.

Then why do you need to pick the lock?!

If it wasn't for stealing something, what would it be?

Suddenly, Zhao Peng thought of something, said hello to his mother, stepped on a bicycle and ran back home.

contract!

The thief may be targeting the contract of his contract.

He used to think that others had contracted land in July, but it did not mean that they only started to make preliminary preparations in July.

The contract was signed in July, and the negotiations were held in at least June.

In his previous life, he contracted directly from the team, which was relatively faster. He took the lead in this life, so the first thing they had to solve was him.

Fifty acres of land, ten-year contract, one piece of radish.

If you really want to compensate, you will definitely need a lot of money. If you can get the contract, you will definitely have a lot less compensation.

This matter was originally the one Zhao Zhengyi was responsible for connecting with him. Maybe this idea was provided by Zhao Zhengyi.

20 years later, benefiting from online payment, burglary has basically become a hit.

But at this time of 1998, it was not usually rampant.

Anyone with some family background in the village has been more or less "visited" and some families are even visited one after another.

Therefore, wealthy families basically raise wolf dogs, and some even have several.

Those wolf dogs are not huskys from later generations. They are really good at biting people and have strong combat power. One person can't beat a dog at all.

Of course, Zhao Peng's family had no dogs before.

You can't afford to not need it.

People don’t have anything to eat, so there is no excess food to raise dogs.

Zhao Peng was anxious and thought about it all the way, and rode his bicycle very fast and almost hit a pedestrian two or three times.

It took seven or eight miles to get home in more than twenty minutes.

The car was parked at the door of his house, and he was surprised to find that although the lock on the door was still there, the threshold was pulled out.

In this era, Zhao Peng's door was still a wooden door, and a rotating shaft sleeve was used on the door seat. There was a threshold about one foot high under the two doors.

Logically speaking, if the door locks the threshold, it will be stuck and cannot be pulled out.

But if the door is lifted directly from the sleeve, the threshold will become a child without a mother and can be easily pulled out.

Then the child can climb in under the threshold.

When Zhao Peng was a child, he forgot to bring his keys, or was locked at home by his parents and refused to go out to play. He would go out to play secretly while his parents were not around. After he came back, he would not use the keys and could climb in under the threshold.

Zhao Peng gently put the bicycle on the ground, and there was a sound of the car, but he was not stunned.

Slowly, he opened the lock very carefully, and then rushed towards the room where his parents lived.

Sure enough, someone!

Cao Hong, the third son of the Cao family, still put his hand in the coat box and did not take it out.

Seeing Zhao Peng come in, Cao Hong, who was eight or nine years old, was frightened and rushed towards Zhao Peng suddenly, trying to bypass him and run out.

Zhao Peng had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed his neck and pulled him up directly.

Without saying a word, he dragged Cao Hong directly to the firewood pile in the backyard, picked up the hatchet for chopping wood, put Cao Hong's hand on the tree stump, and shouted angrily: "Little bastard, who asked you to steal things?"

Cao Hong was still young, and after seeing this world, he was so scared that he burst into tears. He pouted and was about to cry.

"Bang!"

Zhao Peng slapped him in the face without hesitation.

The little bastard has been stealing their things in his previous life. Once, he stole the money his father had saved up with great effort to pay his sister's living expenses. At that time, he almost angered his father to death.

Also, my father likes to eat tomatoes, and there is a very big and red tomato in the vegetable field at the door, so he wants to leave it for seeds. In order to prevent them from stealing, he also specially surrounded it with grass leaves. Without looking carefully, he would not find a big tomato there.

Moreover, my father was worried about being stolen, so he put a ladder on the wall and went up to observe from time to time. But in this way, on the way home, Zhao Peng found that the little beast and his sister were eating half of tomatoes, one by one. When he ran back, he saw that the seeds were stolen, leaving two pairs of small footprints.
To be continued...