Chapter 175: Relaxed
The New Year is coming, the New Year is passing, and the New Year always disappears into the memory inadvertently.
Of course, in memory, there is joy and unforgettableness, but naturally there is also bitterness.
For Yang Xiaotao, this year was a normal one, with nothing extraordinary happening and no trouble with a few animals.
As for life, even if supplies are reduced, with his system, he is not short of food at all.
If you don't want to be too ostentatious, the few people you are close to will also be taken care of.
Other families in the courtyard live a tight life, especially the Jia family. Except for the lively New Year's Eve at the first master's house, the rest of the time becomes quiet.
There are two children at home, and Jia Dongxu alone cannot support the family.
Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai sent some stick noodles from time to time and supported counting tickets, so the family did not run out of food.
Even so, Jia and Zhang still dominated and enjoyed the fruits of their labor, and gained weight from eating.
Qin Huairu wanted to find a temporary job, but with two children at home, Jia Zhang was not a reliable person. She was attracted by the funny jokes, but Xiaodang...
He talked about losing money all day long. , Qin Huairu didn't dare to give it to her.
At the second uncle’s house, the Liu Guangtian brothers have been crying since the Chinese New Year.
At the third uncle’s house, the search was even more intense. On the night of New Year’s Eve, Yan Fugui counted the peanuts one by one and distributed them to his children.
Xu Damao's family is quite lively. With his clever words and small favors in the courtyard, his reputation has been restored, and his relationship with Lou Xiao'e has also improved a lot.
It's just that the two of them have never come to an end on the child issue, which has become a worry for both of them.
As soon as the light wheel of time turns, we say goodbye to the cold, pass through spring, and go straight to summer.
The sun is scorching hot, the earth is scorched by the sun, and the whole person becomes lazy.
Yang Xiaotao leaned against the weeping willow, holding a book in his hand, reading with gusto, without even looking at the fishing rod in front of him.
After the New Year, Yang Xiaotao became busy. Starting in March, Yang Xiaotao began breeding in the yard. The harvested hybrid seeds continued to accumulate. In April, the seeds were sent back to Yangjiazhuang, and then Xiaowei continued work to continue breeding for autumn corn.
Calculating the time, three months have passed now, and it is almost the day of harvest.
Yang Xiaotao closed the book and put it on the backpack next to him, thinking to himself.
Immediately stretched out, looked towards the water, and put his hands on the fishing rod.
Next to him, Wangcai was lying on the ground, waving his tail in boredom. Next to him, Uncle Chen stared blankly, looking nervously at the ripples of the fish.
Wow
Suddenly, Yang Xiaotao quickly swung the fishing rod up, and a carp broke through the water, swung in the air, and finally landed on the ground.
Yang Xiaotao pulled the fish over, weighed it, and threw it into the fish bucket.
Then he gestured to the envious Uncle Chen, meaning that he had caught eight fish.
Looking at Uncle Chen’s fish bucket, there is only one palm-sized crucian carp, and the gap between the two is evident.
Seeing that Uncle Chen ignored him, Yang Xiaotao continued to take the bait.
Since his fishing skill was promoted to level four, Yang Xiaotao no longer needs Xiao Wei to take action when fishing.
Although it is not guaranteed to hit every time, it can be caught five or six times out of ten. For those fishermen who don’t catch much in a day, this efficiency is already very high.
Wow
Another carp was thrown up, and Uncle Chen on the side took a deep breath.
“No more fishing, go home.”
After saying that, he got up and packed his things. Yang Xiaotao laughed, threw the carp with the hook off into the bucket, then stood up, put on his schoolbag, and walked back with the fish bucket.
Just when the two of them went home, Yangjiazhuang was already busy.
On the ground, looking at the corn stalks that were taller than a person, Yang Dazhuang led the young men in the team with joy on their faces.
The last time Yang Xiaotao returned to the village, the entire Yangjiazhuang, at the insistence of Mr. Yang, all the land originally planted with other crops was used to grow corn, so that more than 200 acres of hybrid corn were planted in the entire village.
At first, everyone felt that it was a bit rash and unreliable, so they all thought of planting less to avoid causing trouble and causing losses to the village.
But now, more than two months of wind and rain have passed, and not only have there been no problems with these corns, they are also the same as those in last year's experiment. Each one is long, thick, and thick. When you peel one off, you can see the porcelain corn kernels inside. Not only plump but also quite big.
If this is dried in the sun, more flour will be ground.
In addition to being grateful to Yang Xiaotao for getting such good seeds, Yang Dazhuang is also grateful to Mr. Yang for overcoming everyone's opinions.
Otherwise, looking at this situation, I will regret it and hit the wall?
Even so, he still blamed himself a little.
"All the corn will be planted this autumn."
Thinking in his heart, he waved his hand, and the young laborers who had been waiting for a long time waved their sickles and immediately stepped forward.
Yang Dazhuang also walked to the field, bent down, passed the three corn stalks forward with the blade, and then pushed back.
Stuck
Stuck
Pop
After three consecutive sounds, Yang Dazhuang held the three corn stalks in his hand, feeling the heavy weight and filling his heart with joy.
Quickly put the corn stalk in your hand beside you and continue to move the sickle forward.
Behind him, his wife Wang, wearing a bamboo hat, pulled up the corn stalks and gathered them together. Then she held the end of the corn cobs with her left hand and broke them off with her right hand.
With a snap, a piece of corn wrapped in skin was separated from the corn stalk and thrown into the basket aside.
As for the corn cobs inside, I still have to find time to dig them out.
The remaining coat can not only be burned in the sun but also processed manually. It is used by the old people in the village to make futons.
Throw it aside into the ground, and then break another one.
Of course someone collected them behind him and brought them back together.
Card poof
Patta
The rhythm of the two people's cooperation is like the sound of labor, clear and beautiful.
For a time, there was a popping sound in the entire field, like a harvester clearing away patches of yellow corn.
Mr. Yang was sitting in front of a hill-like pile of corn. He moved quickly with his hands. He tore it with both hands and then broke it with force. A thick and tender corn cob appeared in his hand.
Mr. Yang weighed it with his hands. There were busy people on both sides, "This one weighs at least half a catty!"
An old man next to him looked at him happily and said, "What's the point? I'm so big."
As Mr. Yang said, he threw the corn into the basket behind him. The baskets are carried away to the threshing floor, where they are spread out to dry.
Mr. Yang continued to peel off the skin, the smile on his face never breaking.
At this moment, my heart that had been hanging around finally let go.
The same goes for some old men and women around me. They are particularly happy this year.
They are all old people who live in the fields. When harvesting, they can estimate the approximate output at a glance.
Like the small hills in front of us now, not only in normal years, but also last year, most of the corn fields were harvested.
But now, according to Yang Shitou who transported it back, he has only collected one-third.
There are still many left.
Mr. Yang is sweet in his heart. What does this mean?
It means these sticks are big and the harvest is good.
"His grandpa, your grandson is awesome!"
The old man next to him gave a thumbs up, and the corners of his eyes were moist.
“With so much food harvested this time, our villagers will no longer have to go hungry!” Mr. Yang laughed proudly after hearing this.
"The juniors have their own ideas. Those of us who are about to be buried should help if we can. Those who can't help can just look after their homes!"
"That's right, that's right."
“By the way, does that boy have a wife? ?”
“No, no, I have to tell you when I come back next time. I can’t leave without someone to take care of you.”
“Yes, yes, it’s my home. The second daughter is..."
"But pull it off, that girl is only sixteen, stop talking and get to work!"
When Mr. Yang heard this, he immediately stopped the conversation. At this moment, several old ladies had already raised their heads. If If he opens an opening here, someone will lead his daughter to him tonight.
"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."
"Won't you take out the bottle of wine you have hidden in your home to celebrate?"
"Celebrate What? Let’s wait until it’s finished!”
"Just pick it. Who doesn't know that you took the cigarettes you brought back last time?"
"What do you mean by taking it? That's the filial piety of other people's children!"
< br>"Filial piety? After all, I'm still his cousin!"< br>
"Yang Lao Yao, go ahead, you have no right to speak in terms of seniority."
"Ouch, you are starting to be unreasonable. Everyone, listen, Lao Yang. The head is acting rogue again!”
There was laughter all around.
"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words."
A few people joked again, but Mr. Yang didn't make any fuss. We have been friends for many years, and we have been together through wind and fire. Come here, who doesn’t know who will be left behind after birth and death?
Who has annoyed whom?
However, looking at the corn in front of him, Yang Xiaotao was once again on his mind.
"Hurry up!"
"Let's eat after we finish!"
Haha~~~
A week later, on the threshing floor, the corn was roasted by the sun. The moisture is lost quickly and the dried corn turns orange.
Everyone in Yangjiazhuang gathered around. A large pile of corn was placed in front of them, and then everyone started kneading it with their hands.
The dried corn kernels become hard and fall off quickly under strong force.
After a while, everyone’s legs and feet were drowned.
After working like this for three days, many people in the village had their hands worn out, and then they picked off all the harvested corn. Taking advantage of the good weather, they walked on the threshing floor and dried it for two days before starting. Weigh on the bag.
As night falls, everyone in Yangjiazhuang is still in high spirits.
Yang Dazhuang stood under the only light bulb in the courtyard of the large team. There were two strong men in front of him, one holding a wooden stick as thick as his arm, the other holding a wooden scale, and a large iron weight in his hand. It feels heavy just looking at it.
There is also a wooden frame in front of the two people, which is fastened with ropes.
There are many people around inside and outside the yard, all of them waiting.
"Master!"
Yang Dazhuang glanced at Mr. Yang who was sitting at the table, holding a pen and paper in his hand, ready.
“Okay, everyone, it’s time to weigh in!”
As Yang Dazhuang's voice fell, Yang Shitou and a young man next to him immediately lifted a bag of corn into the frame.
By the way, put the rope on the iron hook of the wooden scale.
The two men also inserted the wood into the steel ring and then put it on their shoulders.
“Get up!”
As the two men shouted, the wooden scale pulled down the wooden frame and lifted it up, and then Yang Dazhuang pulled the weight aside.
Under the action of the lever, the wooden scale quickly balanced. After three breaths, the wooden frame was lowered. Yang Dazhuang just glanced at the bronze star on the scale, and a smile appeared on his face.
“165 pounds and 4 taels!”
“165!”
Hoo~~~
When everyone heard it, they shouted immediately.
Mr. Yang on the side immediately wrote it down and just peeled it off in his mind.
The number under my hand changed to 160 pounds and 4 taels.
Even so, several old people watching the excitement were still mumbling.
"160, usually a bag is more than 150, these corn kernels are so honest!"
"Stop talking, there are more, there are more."
On the other side, another bag weighs.
“172 jins and 1 tael!”
“166 jins and 8 taels!”
……
A series of voices sounded, and the whole courtyard continued There were cheers, and Mr. Yang's arms were shaking as he recorded. These numbers represented not only food, but also the lifeblood of the village.
Most of the night passed, but the noise in the courtyard still continued.
The person carrying the scale has changed five times, and the person recording the scale has been replaced by someone else.
In the corner of the yard, a pile of corn bags was stacked so high that it was almost as high as the yard wall.
Secondly, outside, the enthusiastic people were still carrying bags of corn, waiting to be weighed.
The next day, early morning.
When the last bag of corn was weighed, everyone still gathered together, looking at the corn bag that gradually became clearer in the sun, tall and thick, and felt relieved.
“Don’t call me, I’m going to sleep on it today!”
Yang Shitou couldn’t help but lie down on the top bag, smelling the smell of corn in the air. Pat here, touch there, and shout to your companions.
“Leave one for me, I want to sleep too. Feel at ease!”
“There are so many corns, it’s the first time I’ve seen them in this life.”
"Boy, waiter, go home and get some wine. We'll have dinner here today."
Everyone was in a good mood and talked about anything.
But the common theme is that we have gained too much this time.
(End of this chapter)