The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

"Zian, Zi'an."

Liu Jianjun called Zhang Zian while running, and kept waving his hands.

"What's the matter, uncle, what happened?"

Seeing the excited look of the second uncle, Zhang Zian hurriedly asked.

"What kind of grape seedlings did Boss Gao send? The growth rate is too fast. It's only been a day, and it's much higher than before."

Liu Jianjun said excitedly that he had never seen such a miraculous thing before working in the vegetable town.

"Maybe it's a new variety. Now that the technology is so advanced, it's not surprising that we can breed fast-growing seedlings." Zhang Zian made an excuse to argue that it was all due to the development of technology.

"Really? It's right to think about it, but it's too amazing."

"By the way, Second Uncle, you can't handle the shed alone, have you found help?" Zhang Zian changed the subject.

Zhang Jianjun slapped his thigh, "Look, I almost forgot to tell you, I found five people from our village, plus I happen to be six people, so that each person is in charge of two greenhouses, it's not a big problem."

Zhang Zian didn't know anything about how to manage the greenhouse. Since his second uncle said that the problem was not serious, it should be fine.

"Okay, Second Uncle, just let them come at any time, and the salary is [-] a day, just like the big guys."

"Okay, I'll tell them later that I should be able to come in the afternoon."

After everything was arranged, Zhang Zian entered the orchard and began to take care of the thousand ginseng seedlings. The strange thing was that the grass in other parts of the orchard seemed to be free of money, and it grew wildly, but where the ginseng was planted, the grass Little to nothing.

Zhang Zian couldn't explain this phenomenon either.

Ding ding ding ding.

The phone rang, Zhang Zian took it out and saw that it was his mother calling, so he answered it quickly.

"Son, come here quickly, your father was hit by someone." As soon as the call was connected, Mother Zhang's crying voice came.

"What, Mom, where are you now?" Zhang Zian was startled, his heart beating non-stop.

After getting the specific location, Zhang Zian drove over immediately.

On the road, the pickup truck was scurrying wildly, overtaking like a needle.

Zhang Zian was so nervous, the two went to the town to save some money, but they were hit by a car.

When we arrived in the town, not far from the bank, there was a crowd of people around, some of them took pictures with their mobile phones.

Zhang Zian hurriedly stopped the car and managed to squeeze through the crowd. He saw his father sitting on the ground with his left trousers rolled up. There was a scratch of unknown depth and a small puddle of blood. , so anxious that tears welled up.

There was a red BMW parked in front of it, and the front of the car was already dented a little.

"Dad, Mom, what's going on?" Zhang Zian walked over and asked in a low voice, and at the same time checked his father's legs. After careful inspection, he was relieved.

Just a scrape, no bone damage.

"Your dad and I were driving home in a tricycle after saving money, when the car on the other side bumped into it, we couldn't react at all, look at our tricycle, it was deformed by the collision, your dad's legs are still Keep bleeding." Mother Zhang became more and more excited as she talked, she has lived in the countryside for half her life, how could she have experienced such things.

Zhang Zian hurriedly comforted him, and explained his father's injuries.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother knew their son's medical skills. Since the son said so, the problem should not be a big deal.

Zhang Zian went to the car and brought two bottles of mineral water, and washed his father's wound. A wound five or six centimeters long was exposed. Zhang Zian used his spiritual power to speed up the healing of the wound. After a while, the scar had already begun to form. up.

Just as Zhang Zian wanted to help his father up, Zhang's mother hurriedly stopped him, "Son, you can't let your father get up. The police have to arrive. Get up after taking pictures."

This is what Zhang's mother learned on TV, which is called preserving evidence.

Zhang Zian was taken aback, he didn't expect his mother to know this.

"It's okay, Mom. I'll just take two photos of my dad. The photos will be evidence. Besides, there are cameras nearby, so it's easy to check." help up.

Father Zhang's face was a little pale, mainly because it was too thrilling just now, the speed of the opposite car was very fast, if it was faster, I am afraid that the old couple would be gone.

The tricycle on the side has been completely deformed, and it is definitely impossible to ride it.

"Mom, where is the perpetrator?"

Zhang Zian has been here for so long, and he didn't see the perpetrator coming to talk to him, so he asked inexplicably.

"In the car, she didn't get off. If there were not so many people, she would have driven away." Zhang's mother said angrily.

Zhang Zian frowned, the attitude of the perpetrator made Zhang Zian very angry.

Zhang's father's injury was not serious. If the perpetrator got out of the car and dealt with the aftermath, Zhang Zian would never make things difficult for him. As for the loss of the electric tricycle, just make sense of it.

But what does it mean to stay in the car all the time?

Zhang Zian asked his mother to help his father, while he walked to the driving seat of the BMW.

Because the glass is covered with reflective film, it is impossible to see the inside from the outside.

Zhang Zian walked over and knocked on the glass of the left door window with his hand.

No one answered.

Zhang Zian knocked again, but still no one answered.

Zhang Zian's face suddenly turned ugly, he clenched his fist with his right hand, and slammed it on the car window, causing the glass to shatter in all directions.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a woman wearing a tight skirt, with thick hair lying in big waves behind her head, looking at Zhang Zian in horror.

"Ok?"

Zhang Zian didn't care about the panic on the woman's face, her nose wrinkled, and there was a pungent smell of alcohol in the car.

Drunk driving or drunk driving?

The woman was also frightened by Zhang Zian. She could smash the glass of the car with her bare hands, which is something that ordinary people can do.

Wu Yu had a small party last night. She had never walked this road before, but the road she used to take was under repair, so she had to take this road as a detour.

After the party, I stayed at my best friend's house for one night. I drank some more this morning before I was about to go home. I bumped into someone unexpectedly.

Her first reaction was to touch porcelain, so she didn't get off in the car, and at the same time, she hurriedly called to find a relationship to deal with the matter.

In fact, Wu Yu's appearance is not bad, but Zhang Zian is not interested in caring about this at the moment. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of a police car honking.

"Let it all go."

A police car drove over slowly, and two policemen got off the car. After seeing the scene, one of them quickly took out his camera to collect evidence at the scene, and the other walked up to Zhang Zian and said, "Which one of you is the perpetrator?" ?”

Zhang Zian moved his body, and the policeman immediately saw the woman in the car, and at the same time smelled a smell of alcohol, his brows furrowed.

"Did you hit someone with your car?" the policeman looked at the woman and asked.

The woman just glanced at the policeman, then got out of the car, tugged at her skirt, and said, "I drove the car, but I suspect they are Pengci."

Wu Yu glanced at Zhang Zian, took a step to the side, and spoke.

Hearing these words, Zhang Zian felt angry from the bottom of his heart, but the expression on the surface remained the same without any change.

"Pengci? Do you have evidence?" The policeman asked, there was indeed a Pongci on this road before.

"This..." Wu Yu faltered immediately, this was all her guess, and she really didn't have any evidence.

Wu Yu walked up to the policeman, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear, the policeman's expression changed and his eyes flickered.

"Okay, we also took photos at the scene to record, and the relevant people will tell me when I return to the police station." The policeman greeted another colleague who took the photo, and wanted to take Zhang Zian's parents and Wu Yu back to the police station.

Zhang Zian glanced at Min, then said coldly, "Comrade, can't you smell the alcohol on her body?"