slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 67 Farming
When he arrived at the field, Canghai saw that his third uncle was resting on the plow. The lasso had been untied from the ugly donkey, and now he was eating fresh grass with his head down. Although there was not much grass this year, It's still all piece by piece, but it's really better than before. I don't know how many times.

The ugly donkey snorted when he saw Cang Hai, and came over with a howl.

When the third uncle saw Cang Hai coming, he said with a smile, "Why did you raise another monkey, this thing only consumes food and can't work."

"Third Uncle, this is an orangutan. It saved my life. If it wasn't for it, it would have died in America," Cang Hai explained again.

Hearing that he saved his nephew's life, Cang Shiyuan took a serious look at Tietou and said, "That should be kept."

"Third Uncle, let me come." Cang Hai rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take over the work of plowing the land from Third Uncle.

Cang Shiyuan was a little worried about his nephew plowing the land: "Can you do it?"

"I grew up in the village since I was a child, and I have done a lot of work," Cang Hai said while putting the donkey on the ground. There are several parts of the donkey, like a soft circle of dry grass, which are tied to the animal. The one on the neck can not only protect the animal's neck from being held by the wooden tripod, but also facilitate the animal's exertion.

In addition to the ones around the neck, the ones on the backs of the animals, and a few ropes, the whole set of tools has been handed down from generation to generation. Cang Hai has no ability to change these. He still uses the old method to sling the ugly donkey. up.

Seeing that although Cang Hai's movements were not very proficient, he did not make a big mistake, so Cang Shiyuan stood up and let out the plow sitting under his buttocks.

After hanging up the plow, Cang Hai held the plow with one hand and took the reins of the ugly donkey with the other. With a light shake, the donkey pulled the plow into the field.

Cang Shiyuan had already plowed out two ridges, so Cang Hai held the plow to the head of the ridge and then straightened the plow, letting the plow head sink into the ground. After a soft drink, the ugly donkey pulled the plow step by step Moving forward, with the strength of the ugly donkey, pieces of loess turned over from the side of the plow and shovel.

Seeing the turning up of the loess, Cang Hai finally understood why the third aunt asked him to come here wearing rubber boots, because this year's yellow land is no longer scattered like last year's plowing, and this year's yellow land obviously brought some water. Well, the soil dug out is all lumpy. Although it still doesn't look like the soil in the south is all agglomerated, it is really much better than last year.

The ugly donkey has great strength, so the plow can eat deep enough soil. After plowing a ridge again and again, the ugly donkey's speed does not slow down at all.

"What a donkey!" Cang Shiyuan couldn't help but praise the ugly donkey again.

For a peasant family, even if such a land is plowed with a strong big-gun ox, it may have the same effect as an ugly donkey, but what is the price of a strong big-gun ox?Neither donkey can be exchanged.

"Haiwazi, I'll buy a big female donkey in two days, and let your donkey be bred, and a healthy little donkey will be born." Cang Shiyuan suddenly thought that he also had an ugly donkey. up.

"Okay, you just need to get the donkey," Cang Hai said with a smile.

Cang Shiyuan said something, seeing that his eldest nephew Li Tianli looked good, so he went to the side to chat with Wei Wenkui who was resting not far away. The two were not only neighbors but also close relatives. The third aunt Wei Qin It is Wei Wenkui's biological sister, the eldest brother-in-law and brother-in-law who are really serious.

Cang Hai supported the plow, watching the sharp and bright plowshares go deep into the soil, and pieces of loess turned from side to side, making imperceptible swishing sounds, which seemed to become a piece of music after listening to it for a long time. Cang Hai's body and mind felt relaxed.

Holding the plow with your hands, you can feel the steady strength of the ugly donkey. The iron plow moves at a nearly uniform speed, turning up pieces of loess. The newly dug up soil ditch seems to be the stave of life. The heart is drunk all the time.

At this moment, Cang Hai's mind is not thinking about plowing the field, but thinking about the land under his feet. His father used to farm like him. Before his father, his grandfather used to be like him. As he drove the animals, beads of sweat fell from his forehead onto the yellow ground beneath his feet.

Now that I am repeating the stories of my father, grandfather and ancestors, I feel a little emotional for no reason. I feel that I am born to belong to the land under my feet, and when I cultivate this land, I seem to be able to feel the state of mind of my father and ancestors. , with joy and longing, hope that my hardworking hands can get rich rewards on this land, and after applying for the harvest, I will use the output of the land to raise my wife and children and offer sacrifices to my ancestors.

Cang Hai's expression became more and more focused, as if he took plowing the field as a big event, and at this moment Cang Hai seemed to have become a real farmer, vaguely understanding the meaning of the land and the joy in a farmer's heart and vision.

From east to west, and then turn the plowshare and then from west to east, which used to be a very boring thing, but now Cang Hai does it with relish.

"Haiwazi, take a rest. Even if you don't rest, let the animals rest, let the ugly donkey drink some water and eat grass for a while. You only know how to plow the land but don't know how to care for the animals. This field is not a day. Once the plow is finished, the animals need to be used more quickly, not to mention that the ugly donkey has already plowed no less than ten acres of land before you come back."

Seeing Cang Hai plow back and forth, and then ready to plow another ridge, Wei Wenkui yelled at Cang Hai.

Hearing what Wei Wenkui said, Cang Hai stopped, put down the plow and untied the frame on the ugly donkey, let the ugly donkey go to the side to eat a few mouthfuls of green grass, and then came to the side of Wei Wenkui and Cang Shiyuan , sat down directly on the ground.

Wei Wenkui looked at Cang Hai: "That's right, you haven't forgotten about the farm work."

"It's really hard to forget." Cang Hai reached out his hand to wipe the sweat off his head, and with a flick of his hand, beads of sweat fell into the yellow earth next to him.

After hearing this, Cang Shiyuan sighed: "Haiwazi's life is really bitter."

"What's the bitterness, I really don't think it's any more bitter than others." Cang Hai said with a smile.

Many people know Cang Hai's background and will say that Cang Hai's life is very hard, but Cang Hai really doesn't feel that his life is very hard, he just feels that he is busier than others every day.

Cang Hai was already in his teens when his father passed away, and Cang Hai was already able to take care of himself. With the more or less help from the villagers in the village, Cang Hai felt that he was doing well. With the care of Mr. Guan Qidong, and the godmother Xu Xiaomin also called her to have a meal at home from time to time, from time to time to add some clothes or something, and met many kind-hearted people, so Cang Hai did not feel that he was alone. It seemed like I had suffered so much.

Besides, Cang Hai thinks that a gentleman lives in this world with hands and feet, but he just does a little more work than others every day, and a little more work can be regarded as suffering.

After hearing this, Wei Wenkui boasted: "This child has a good heart and a solid heart, and he is still the same as when he was a child."

"I'm ashamed of your boasting. By the way, Uncle Wei, Changsheng, Changhao and Changli didn't come back for the New Year?" Cang Hai asked.

Changsheng and Changhao are Wei Wenkui's two sons, and Changli is Wei Wenkui's niece, the daughter of Wei Wenkui's younger brother. Wei Wenhong died five or six years ago when digging coal in a well and encountered a gas explosion, so Wei Changli has been following Wei Wenkui lives, and Wei Wenkui treats this niece more than his two sons.

Wei Wenkui said with a smile: "I have gone out to work. We earn little here. I am not old when I have hands and feet. I don't need their help for this kind of farm work. Moreover, Changsheng brought a girlfriend with him when he came back for the New Year this year. , it looks like we are going to get married soon, so we have to earn some dowry money, how can it be possible to marry a daughter-in-law without taking advantage of a small 20 yuan?"

Cang Shiyuan said happily: "Your Uncle Wei will be able to drink daughter-in-law tea in two years, and I don't know if our kid has the ability."

"Daughter-in-law's tea is not good." Wei Wenkui said so, but his face looked very happy. Marrying a wife is a big deal in Siping Village. In the past, the village was so poor that no girl was willing to marry in the village. Daughter-in-law mainly relies on changing relatives, changing relatives, or even buying.For example, Wei Wenkui's former daughter-in-law was bought. After giving birth to two sons, one accidentally ran away without being watched.

"When the work in the field is almost done, I have to go to the county to find a job and earn some daughter-in-law money for my baby. If I earn more, my baby will have less hard work." Wei Wenkui said happily .

Hearing what Wei Wenkui said, Cang Hai began to ponder in his mind. The villagers saw that it was time for their families to marry their wives. What kind of fruit trees and kiwis did they grow here? What kind of economic benefits would they bring? Is it a bit too slow to take effect?Only relying on farming, when will the villagers be able to live a good life.

If he wanted to generate income sooner, Cang Hai had to get something that would pay off quickly.

"Haiwazi, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Cang Hai in a daze, Cang Shiyuan asked.

"I'm thinking about what to plant in the mountain land I rented this year," Cang Hai said.

"What else can you grow in your mountain land besides trees?" Cang Shiyuan asked.

Wei Wenkui said: "Don't underestimate the piece of land that Haiwazi rented. This year, you can raise hundreds of sheep. I went to see it yesterday, and the grass in the ditch over there is pretty good. This area in our village is much better. Or else people who have drunk enough ink have good brains. The whole lamb will be raised in the past for a year. When it comes to this year’s Spring Festival, it will cost 6 to [-] yuan.” .

"Growing grass?" Cang Shiyuan was taken aback.

Wei Wenkui said: "Isn't it grass? It's not just grass. Haiwazi planted some strange tree last year. This year, the trunk is so long that two people hug each other. I heard Haiwazi say that this tree can store water. The water flowed out from the mouth of the road. When I went there, I wanted to cut it with a knife, but I didn’t do it because I was afraid that the tree would be cut down. In fact, not only the strange tree, but also new bamboos in the bamboo forest in the ditch. Yingying grows beautifully."

"Then take the time to take a look," Cang Shiyuan said.

(End of this chapter)