Return to the small mountain village in 1986

Chapter 120 Looking for the Well Driller
Gao Mingcheng's wedding wine is the last carnival of the villagers before spring plowing.

The next day, the prelude to spring plowing began.

Seed selection, seed drying, seedling raising, plowing, plowing, and selling potato seeds.

Gao Mingcheng has just separated, and the family lacks everything, so he has to buy a lot of things, but he hasn't bought them yet, Grandma Xi has already made plans for him.

Grandma Xi said to Gao Mingcheng: "You only have one mu of land in total, and you don't need to grow seedlings yourself. I will raise more seedlings and share some with you at that time. You don't need to buy potato seeds, just pick some potato vines and cut them. How many sweet potatoes do you plan to plant this year?"

Gao Mingcheng said, "Let's plant two or three points of land."

The price of sweet potatoes is not high, but the yield is quite high, and sweet potato vines can be fed to pigs, so people in the village will plant a lot, even Grandma Xiao’s family will plant two acres of land.

When she heard that Gao Mingcheng only planned to plant two or three parts of the land, Grandma Xi disagreed and said: "Sweet potatoes are a good thing, you can make more varieties. If you don't have enough rice, you can still eat sweet potatoes."

Grandma Xi is a person who has experienced famine, so she cherishes food very much.

She can not grow sugar cane that sells for money, but she can't stop growing sweet potatoes.

Gao Mingcheng listened to persuasion, and he didn't want Grandma Xi to worry about him, so he said: "Then let me be more diverse."

Well, let's plant half an acre of land!

Grandma Xiao thought that he had at least planted an acre of land, so she looked at him with childish eyes.

Next, we talked about cucumbers, beans, loofahs, peppers and other seeds. These little grandmas have them at home, and they specially distributed some of them to Gao Mingcheng.

With these seeds sent by Grandma Xi, there is no need to worry about the dishes that are often eaten in the village.

In addition to the seeds sent by Grandma Xi, Duomei also prepared some seeds in advance.

Although she is a woman, she is no worse than a man when it comes to working in the field. Except that she is not good at turning the ground, digging holes, sowing seeds, covering soil, fertilizing, and thinning seedlings are all done very quickly.

During the spring plowing, Duomei deliberately made three chapters with Gao Mingcheng, and they could only do it once every three days, and each time did not exceed two hours!
Gao Mingcheng touched his nose, wanting to pretend he didn't hear it.

He held it in for too long, it was okay when he didn't eat meat, but once he started eating meat, he could taste the taste, he couldn't help it!
But the heavy farm work can always quench the endless desire, and the expectation of the autumn harvest is enough to eliminate the tiredness of spring plowing.

People living in small mountain villages are not disturbed by external factors, and make various arrangements according to the seasons. They pay, they harvest, they store, and they enjoy!
Life is like this day after day, year after year.

On this day, it began to rain in spring.

Although the spring rain prevents people from going out to work, the arrival of the spring rain is enough to make people happy.

The ancients said: Spring rain is as expensive as oil.

For places like theirs where water resources are not abundant, the crops grown depend on good weather.Once the weather is dry, it can reduce production on a large scale.

Standing under the eaves, Gao Mingcheng looked at the pattering spring rain, recalled some of the weather in his previous life, and then his face gradually became gloomy.

In his previous life, he had been doing business all year round, and he hadn't farmed the land for a long time. He only vaguely knew that there would be a drought this summer, and the specific time should be shortly after the late rice was planted.

At that time, it didn't rain for a long time, and the water in the fields dried up. If the water was not released, the seedlings would wither.

Although most of the people in Gaojia Village have the same surname and the same ancestors, people do not want to kill the world for themselves. They often quarrel and fight for water and firewood.

Gao Mingcheng stared at the empty yard and had an idea in his mind. He went into the house and took an umbrella, and said to Duomei, "I'm going out for a while."

Many beauty were reading with their heads down, and when they looked up, Gao Mingcheng had already left, and only his back was seen.

Gao Mingcheng did not walk there, but rode a bicycle.

He held the handlebar of the bicycle in one hand and held the umbrella in the other, and he still rode steadily.

He was going to the village on the other side of Dalong Mountain, because there are craftsmen who specialize in drilling wells there, and their craftsmanship is very good. The several wells in their village were all dug by people from Dalong Mountain, and the water quality is clear.

Gao Mingcheng planned to dig a well in the yard before, but he forgot to find a craftsman because of the many things to come.

Now thinking about the drought this summer, he couldn't sit still immediately, and had to dig out the well quickly so that the domestic water would not be affected by then.

He rode his bicycle all the way towards Dalong Mountain.

There are few pedestrians on the road, but in the fields, you can occasionally see some people working. These people have few people in their families but a lot of land, so even if it rains, they have to work in the fields.

When passing by Junling, Gao Mingcheng saw that Huang Dazhi was also working in the field, but they were so far away that they didn't say hello to each other.

After riding for about four, five, and 10 minutes, we arrived at Dalong Mountain.

The village at the foot of Dalong Mountain is called Dalong Village. It is said that people in the village can read Fengshui. A long time ago, rich people used Fengshui to choose cemeteries.

This also caused the people in Dalong Village to be relatively closed, and they didn't like to interact with people from other villages. As soon as he entered Dalong Village, Gao Mingcheng noticed something strange. The atmosphere in this village was relatively low, and everyone he saw was taciturn. look.

"Uncle, where does the well digger Zhang live?" Gao Mingcheng put one foot on the ground and turned to look at a person.

The man was sitting under the eaves smoking a cigarette. Hearing the sound, he looked up at Gao Mingcheng.

He is about forty years old, with a dark complexion and several layers of obvious wrinkles on his forehead, which seems to be caused by frequent frowning.

"You want to dig a well?" the man said, his voice low and hoarse.

"Well, I'm from Gaojia Village, and I want to dig a well. Are you Lao Zhang?" Gao Mingcheng asked. In his previous life, after his family built a house, he also dug a well. It is said that the person who called from Dalong Village came to do it. of.

It's just that he wasn't at home at the time and hadn't seen the well-driller.

"Well, when do you plan to dig the well?" The man was indeed Lao Zhang.

"The sooner the better!" Gao Mingcheng said.

At this time, Lao Zhang stood up and said, "Then tomorrow."

Gao Mingcheng was taken aback for a moment, he was anxious, but he also knew that it was spring plowing, and he might have to take it easy, but he never expected this old Zhang to be so forthright!

"You...don't need to be busy with spring plowing?" Gao Mingcheng asked subconsciously.

But Lao Zhang made a strange voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said, "It's just such a small place, there's no need to be busy."

Gao Mingcheng looked around, only to realize that Dalong Village is the real mountain village!

Although their Gaojia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there are seven or eight hundred acres of fertile land in one piece, and the rice planted is enough to feed the villagers, but the whole village of Dalong Village is located at the foot of the mountain, forming a long and narrow line. It is also a long and narrow line, no more than one hundred acres at most.

Looking at the houses in the village, the houses are built according to the mountain, and most of them have no walls. The outside of the room is the mountain road, so when Gao Mingcheng passes by, he can directly see Lao Zhang smoking under the eaves.

There are few paddy fields in Dalong Village, so the population is naturally small, scattered and not densely populated.

Since Lao Zhang was straightforward, Gao Mingcheng was also forthright, and told Lao Zhang his detailed address, and then asked about the cost of drilling the well.

This fee is not bad, but Lao Zhang proposed to stay at Cheng Gaoming's house for a few days, and he would not leave with the money until the well water was dug out.

This is because the transportation is inconvenient, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth every day. Therefore, the well digger will temporarily live in the owner's house. After the well is dug, the owner is satisfied, and then he leaves with the wages.

(End of this chapter)