dream village

Zhang Tao slowly raised his head, looking at the familiar stream in front of the village, the stream swirls around the village head with nostalgia, and then hurriedly rushes to the distance.Can this rushing stream take away the melancholy in my heart and the poverty and suffering in my hometown?The familiar black land under his feet is covered with endless vigorous crops. This is the land where he was born and raised and tied with his infinite love.The familiar villages surrounding him, filled with many childhood memories and joys, are both very familiar and strange to him at the moment...

Zhang Tao has mixed feelings and thoughts.He seems to have come to a strange place, and there is such a severe fork in the road in front of him, where should he go, and how should he choose?

"This abominable college entrance examination system determines a person's fate based on the scores composed of those few Arabic numerals..."

"It's cruel! It's unfair!"

"I want to curse, I want to protest, I want to smash this evil system of one-time selection of talents in the college entrance examination."

But is my anger and hatred useful?All to no avail.Scores are the only passport to college, and it has been that way for decades, and no one can change that.

Many times, the depressive reality made Zhang Tao really want to cry.Maybe that would make it easier, and feel better.But do you have the right to cry?He thought with a wry smile, crying, that's the patent of children, and it's what women with extremely fragile feelings like to do.

And how could a man like him be able to pull off such tricks?Besides, what's the use of playing it?At best, it can only win cheap sympathy and sympathy.A man does not shed tears when he has tears, and a man does not shed tears when he bleeds.For a real man, the only way out of trouble is to fight!Keep fighting!

Out of the bay, walk up a small path on the left, about 300 meters, Zhang Tao stopped at a small flat on the mountainside.

This place can be said to be his personal martial arts training ground, with a long strip shape and an area of ​​more than 20 square meters, surrounded by crowded pine, fir and camellia trees.

There are two pairs of bells in the field, one large and one small, the small one weighs 57 jin, and the big one weighs more than 120 jin.This so-called barbell is actually made of a thinned small miscellaneous tree stick on two round or square stone mills.Two sandbags made of sacks of sand hung from the thick branches of two pine trees.There is a smooth miscellaneous wood between the two camellia trees, which is his horizontal bar.On the other side of the mountain, he buried more than [-] wooden stakes according to an incomplete book of martial arts secrets, which he called plum blossom stakes.

Above the martial arts training ground is Zhang Tao's family's tea mountain. Inside the tea mountain are terraces full of various vegetables, which are now covered with verdant green.These terraced soils were reclaimed during his winter and summer vacations and weekends.For a period of time, he was particularly interested in agriculture, and he often read various books about farming and getting rich. He also secretly determined to become a farmer with ten thousand yuan.

One of the first things he did was develop Mt.He felt that the mountain forest area in the village was the largest and also the biggest advantage, but this advantage had not been tapped.The mountain forests are neglected, not only overgrown with thorns, but also with too many miscellaneous trees, and the main economic forests have not formed a scale.Xiachong is rich in camellia oil and tea leaves, but these two things have not been valued by the villagers. Basically, they only care about harvesting, regardless of cultivation and care, and let them be like wild flowers and weeds to fend for themselves.This behavior is a bit like killing chickens to get eggs, fishing in a dry lake, and its vision is very short-sighted.

However, it's no wonder the folks, they don't understand!They think that everything in the mountains and forests is given to them by God, and there is no need to take care of them like growing crops.Besides, although the mountains and forests have gained something, but the return is too slow, they feel that it is not worth spending too much thought and energy on it.Also, they don't know how to take care of the forest. For example, the tea tree should be fertilized, thinned, pruned, etc. These techniques are a blank sheet of paper for them!

Zhang Tao feels that it is necessary to set an example for himself and lead the villagers to the road of becoming rich together.It's a pity that what he did did not get the approval and support of a single person, but instead provoked laughter and accusations.

Let's just talk about cutting down those tall, long-grown tea trees!His parents scolded him severely, how many years will it take for this tree to grow like this!Although the output is lower, but there are always some!But how many years will it take for you to replant a tea tree to bear fruit?Besides, why do you conclude that this new tea tree will definitely bear fruit?Zhang Tao is soft-spoken and unable to present any facts, so he obediently obeyed his parents' words.

The family also opposed Zhang Tao's plan to fill the mountains with terraced soil.The terraced soil in the mountains is inherently poor, and there is little sunlight. What kind of good crops can grow?Those valuable economic crops, such as peppers and garlic, are very delicate, and it is impossible for them to take root on these terraced soils and produce good crops.It doesn't make any sense to grow those worthless crops, and even wages and costs can't be kept. Isn't that a waste of work?Besides, there are enough things in the fields and soil, how can there be so much energy to serve in this mountain forest with high mountains and far away roads?

Zhang Tao actually had another idea for reclaiming the terraced soil. He wanted to cut down the trees all over the mountain and plant fruit trees instead.

Who knew that just as soon as he mentioned this, he was scolded by his parents.Are you stupid in reading?Are you out of your mind?Can you afford this fruit tree?Who pays for fruit seedlings, fertilizers, pesticides, and other miscellaneous expenses?Do you know what kind of fruit trees and specific techniques are suitable for the soil in our village?Can you afford the risk of drought, pests and other mishaps?Also, our mountains and forests are on the east and west, how do you manage them?Can you manage it?I think you are planning to plant wild fruits for the folks to try.

Finally, his father ended his reprimand with a few words, "Stop being a white woman! Don't you do a lot of hard work in the village? But have you made a name for yourself? Farming is just a matter of filling one's stomach, and farmers have no choice but to survive. It is simply a fantasy to make a fortune by relying on it! What about you, read a good book with peace of mind, lose three feet and six, and do anything better than being a farmer."

Because of this, most of the terraced soil that Zhang Tao spent several years cultivating is now barren, covered with thorns and weeds, and only the terraced soil on the back mountain close to home is used by his mother to grow some crops.

The silvery moonlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the green vegetables on the terraced soil.A gust of evening wind passed by, and these vegetables all nodded towards Zhang Tao.Are they praising their own hard work and achievements yesterday, or are they mocking their childishness and uselessness?

Zhang Tao fell into deeper confusion and despair. Where is the way out for the farmers?Can farmers never live a good life by relying on agriculture?