slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 77

Putting this horrible thing aside, Cang Hai found a bamboo basket with small holes in his old house, and after thinking about it, he found a plastic bucket.

Seeing Cang Hai coming out with something, Ping An immediately moved up and reached out to take it, and at the same time opened his mouth and asked, "Second brother, what are we going to do?"

"Fishing shrimps, didn't you say there are millet shrimps in the small pond over there, let's fish some and fry some leeks in the evening!" Cang Hai replied.

Ping An said, and honestly followed Cang Hai with a basket in one hand and a bucket in the other.

As soon as the two of them moved like this, Hutou and Tietou naturally followed up, and Tietou reached out to take the basket in Ping'an's hand, and put his hands on his head, baring his teeth while doing so. Grinning a very happy look.

Cang Hai left the village with Ping An, walked towards the place Wei Wenkui said, and looked at the surrounding vegetation while walking.

Now the grass grows well in the ditch below the village. The bottom of the ditch seems to be covered with a green grass blanket. The slopes on both sides of the ditch are the farmland of the villagers, and some small seedlings are growing now. , Some are still a piece of loess, and the seeds planted have not yet germinated.

Naturally, the land in Canghai has not germinated, and the several acres of land are all khaki. Only from the opened soil layer can it be seen that this is a farmland.

"Second brother, is your kiwi fruit ready to eat this year?" Ping An asked suddenly.

Cang Hai turned to Pingan and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want to eat kiwi?"

Ping An shook his head: "I'll sell it for money when I can eat it. Last month, my father and I went to the market and saw that they sold it for three or four yuan."

Cang Hai smiled and said, "How much do you sell for just a few plants? Come and eat at home when the time is ripe."

Last year's kiwi fruit didn't bear any fruit, only the vines. Except for the transformed kiwi fruit that grew into a tree, the rest of the kiwi trees were all set up. Last year, they only produced a few small fruits sporadically. There are only seven or eight kiwi trees, and Cang Hai has no idea whether the kiwi fruit will bear large pieces of fruit this year.

Except for kiwi fruit, like peach trees, it takes time to bear fruit.As the old saying goes, there are three peaches, four apricots, and five pears. Although Canghai has tricks for cheating, you can’t play too much. Annual fruit trees can be full of fruits.The folks have doubts, but they must mutter about this matter, because this situation violates their long-standing life experience.

Of course, Canghai has already considered some of these issues when planting. The fruit trees are all one or two years old. It is not too strange if they bear fruit this year. Of course, the most important thing is Canghai. Cang Hai did not only cheat on his own fruit trees, but also the fruit trees planted by other families in the village were taken care of by Cang Hai.

Cang Hai’s vanity is not small. It is certain that his own fruit trees are taken care of more. For example, if other fruit trees bear 150 catties of fruit, Cang Hai’s own fruit trees have to bear [-] catties. Dominating others is like the vegetable garden of Cang Hai's family. The best ones grow in the whole village, and the best ones taste the best. This is Cang Hai's little selfishness.

"It's still for money!" Ping An licked his lips.

This kid is a bit reluctant to eat expensive things. Although he is not very smart, he is very concerned about saving money. If his old mother Yan Meijuan did not threaten and lure the passbook in his hand, it would be difficult for others to deduct it. .

"Okay! Sell money" Cang Hai said perfunctorily with a smile.

"Second brother, look quickly, pickling melon seedlings!"

After walking for a while, Ping An stopped Cang Hai in surprise, and squatted down to the side of the road to look at a small seedling.

Cang Hai walked over, stretched his head to take a look, and found that it was really a pickled melon seedling, the small seedlings just came out, and some veins appeared on the two small leaves, which can be seen in the future. The characteristics of small pickled melon.

Little Paogua is the name of Canghai’s hometown. Canghai really doesn’t know what its scientific name is. The fruit produced by this thing is a bit like a small watermelon, which is about the size of a pigeon’s egg. It is bitter when it is green. Very soon, when it grows into the whole small fruit, it will become golden yellow. It tastes a bit like the golden cantaloupe sold in the market, but the aroma is not as strong as cantaloupe.

When I was young, Cang Hai would go to the fields near the town to find these small fruits to eat in July and August when he was fine. However, because the land here is quite dry, this kind of small melons are not common. You can find a pocket in one afternoon.

When Ping An saw this little pickled melon, his face was almost full of smiles. After squatting down, he looked left and right, and finally ran to a nearby branch to break a small branch, and drew a circle around the little pickled melon. Then the twigs were inserted next to the small pickled melon seedlings.

"All right!"

After finishing all this, Ping An patted the mud on his hands and said with a smile.

Cang Hai knew what Ping An's action meant, so he drew a circle like this and then inserted a stick, which meant to tell others that he was the first to discover this little melon, and told others not to move.

It's like a country boy who finds a puddle of cow dung on the side of the road, and then marks it with a stick to tell others that he found it.In this way, no one will touch the cow dung, and the child can go home with the dung pan and pick up the cow dung.

Children in the city may not know the uses of cow dung. In Canghai’s hometown, cow dung can be used for many purposes. First, it can be used to fertilize the fields, and second, it can be used as fuel after drying. fertile field.

"What's the use of drawing a circle top now? Wait until it grows, your circle has been gone for hundreds of years," Cang Hai said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ping An's face immediately collapsed: "Then what should we do?
"Then can I come and paint often in the future?" Ping An asked Cang Hai, blinking his eyes and thinking for a while.

Cang Hai didn't know what to say, so he nodded and said, "All right."

Hearing Cang Hai's approval for his main station, Ping'an became happy again. He squatted down and picked up a small wooden stick to draw a deeper circle around the seedlings. Finally, after reinserting the small branches, he stood up and picked them up. He caught up with Cang Hai with the bucket.

The two brothers have found a lot of things along the way, and they are not valuable things at the time, such as dandelions, small wolfberry seedlings, etc. Things that did not appear last year seem to be all of a sudden now. popped up.

Cang Hai thought it might be due to the flock of birds. Otherwise, how could these plants grow all of a sudden on the loess slope, which didn't grow anything at all?

It took about twenty minutes for the two brothers to arrive at the place Wei Wenkui said.

Seeing this place, Cang Hai couldn't help being a little surprised, because now there is a small pond here, and the afternoon sun shines on the water surface, turning the whole small pond into a water mirror. The image is reflected on the water, and there are still some different beauties.

"Second brother, shrimp!"

Ping An didn't have the mood of Cang Hai, he had no intention of admiring the scenery at all, as soon as he reached the edge of the small pond, he immediately stretched his head to look at the things in the pond, and soon this kid found a group of people beside the pond. Small shrimp.

The small gray and black shrimps are now gathering together in the fresh water grass by the side of the pond. Now that the weather is getting warmer, the grass in the water and on the shore has just sprouted not long ago, and many grass stems are still hanging on them. They are fresh and bright yellow, and they are not tall, most of them are as high as a knuckle, so the shrimps are naturally easy to be found.

After being yelled at by Ping An, Cang Hai no longer had any desire for aesthetics, so he walked to the edge of the pond and looked at the small shrimps in the pond.

"It's a little small!"

Looking at the little shrimp, Cang Hai couldn't help sighing.

The prawns in the pond are really not big now, and many of them are probably not as long as a fingernail.

Seeing the dried shrimps, Cang Hai thought to himself: No wonder no one comes to fish them now, how dare these small dried shrimps not be able to eat them!
Originally, the small shrimps in spring had no meat, but now that they are so small, they are naturally even more unpalatable. Maybe fresh shrimps taste like dried shrimps.

Seeing Cang Hai frowning, Ping An asked, "Fill?"

Turning his head and seeing Pingan's eagerness to try, Cang Hai finally nodded: "Go ahead, take less, just enough for a meal."

Hearing Cang Hai's words, Ping An put the bucket in his hand on the ground, sat down directly, and began to take off his shoes and roll up his trousers.

Children in the country, especially those like Ping An, don't wear socks all year round, so this kid took off quickly, and stood on the ground barefoot in a few seconds.

"Second brother, hurry up"

Ping An urged Cang Hai while wiggling his toes.

Cang Hai found a clean place to sit down slowly, took off his shoes and socks, and then turned the socks back into his shoes before rolling his trousers up to his knees.

"Go down first when you're done, test the depth of the water, and I'll come later. This matter is still waiting for me," Cang Hai said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ping An immediately walked to the edge of the pond. When he put his feet into the water, he gritted his teeth involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" Cang Hai asked.

Ping An shivered a little: "The water is cold!"

"The water is naturally cold now," Cang Hai replied casually.

Standing up and reaching out to take the flat bamboo basket from Tie Tou's hand, Cang Hai walked towards the wall.

When Cang Hai put his feet into the pond, he couldn't help shivering suddenly, and couldn't help saying: "I'm going, it's really cold!"

After two or three seconds, Cang Hai finally stood firm in the pond.

As far as the water feels to Canghai, it seems to be three or four degrees lower than the well water in the village. At this time, putting your feet in it feels like a winter piercing feeling.

Ouch!

Seeing that Cang Hai and Ping An had entered the water at this moment, Tie Tou also stretched out his feet to come in to play, but when his little black feet touched the water, he immediately retracted and cried out from the cold water. .

"Just stay on the shore honestly."

Cang Hai, who had adapted to the water temperature, began to slowly walk forward with his feet.

(End of this chapter)