Chapter 13 Plowing the Fields
“Rumble——!!!”
A panic-inducing muffled sound came from the distant sky, which made Miao Miao, who was lying on Ling Yi’s lap, subconsciously He arched his back.
Ling Yi turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and there happened to be another strong light dancing on that side.
Squinting his eyes slightly, after waiting for nearly ten breaths, there was another roar in his ears, and Ling Yi shouted to the more than 20 people digging in the field not far away:
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Dad! Uncle! Brother Lei!... It's going to rain! Let's go home first -!!"
Hearing this cry, everyone did not stop directly, but They all waved their farm tools, hoes, and martial arts "hoes" to the land in front of them.
Waving goodbye to the smiling uncles in the village, Ling Yi followed Ling Changqing and others as they quickened their pace and walked towards Ling Xiaoshan's house.
Today it’s my turn to have dinner at Ling’s house.
“Boom—!”
"Crash la la la -!!"
As luck would have it, six men from three generations of the Ling and Zhang families had just entered the house, and the thunder that was still in the sky exploded overhead.
Along with it, there is the pouring spring rain.
As soon as he entered the door, Ling Yi did not take care of Zhang Xin and Ling Shan who were playing in the corner of the hall, nor did he go to the kitchen door to wash the dirt on his hands and face with his father Ling Xiaoshan and others, but ran straight back In your own little room.
Looking at Ling Yi's back, Ling Xiaoshan, Zhang Lei and others did not stop him to wash up first. After all, Ling Yi did not go to the fields to work, but just sat on the ridge of the field with a bunch of "Blue Silver Grass" They rested leisurely and leisurely, unlike all of them with sweat and dirt on their bodies.
On the other hand, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan in the corner put down the clay and wooden toys, got up, and followed into Ling Yi's room.
When Zhang Lei washed up and opened the door of Ling Yi's room, he saw his younger brother Zhang Xin taking Ling Shan, sitting obediently on a bench, watching Ling Yi quietly at the small square table Methodical work.
When Zhang Lei arrived, Ling Yi’s work was about to end.
Take out the last off-white oblate 'pebble' from the water in the pottery bowl, stuff it into a ball of dark brown mud next to it and wrap it up. Ling Yi takes the remaining water in the pottery bowl and puts his fingers After scrubbing the soil in the room for a while, he began to tidy up the small square table in front of him.
“Ayi~”
Zhang Lei came closer and looked at the dozen or so fist-sized clay balls, knowing that there was a 'small stone' inside.
This scene has happened repeatedly recently and lasted for more than ten days. There can be as few as a dozen a day, and as many as thirty or forty.
“I don’t know how long it will rain outside~” Zhang Lei turned his head and glanced at the closed window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window and on the roof, and said: “You guys I'm afraid it will be a little later before I can plant it in the old forest——"
"It's okay~"
With the help of Zhang Lei, Zhang Xin, and Ling Shan, Ling Yi planted the tree in front of him. The mud balls were brought under the window of the room one by one and put into several pots with "Blue Silver Grass" planted there.
He picked up the pottery bowl with turbid water and walked towards the door. As he walked, he said: "You saw it last year at this time. It doesn't matter if these seeds are left for two days. It won't rain for two days in a row."
“It’s raining so hard, it’s not going to be easy to do the work in the fields anymore——”
With that said, the four of them came to the main room, and Zhang Lei took the two little guys to the corner. After playing with small toys, Ling Yi continued to go out, wash hands and clean the pottery bowls in the kitchen.
Not long after, two square tables, one large and one small, were placed in the spacious hall. On one table were two old men, Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Dahe, and on the other table were four women, grandmother, grandmother, and mother and aunt. People, as for Ling Yi and Zhang Lei, they naturally took Zhang Xin and Ling Shan to sit at the children's table.
Except for the gentlemen who work hard in the fields, the dishes on the three tables are almost the same. There are stir-fried vegetables in green, white and green colors, as well as egg and fish soup, which are now essential for every meal at the two restaurants.
After lunch, the weather was good, and the heavy rain outside had subsided, and it looked like it would stop in the afternoon.
Sure enough, about an hour or so in the afternoon, the clouds dispersed and the rain cleared, and the sky was clear and blue. The adults went to the fields to check the stagnant water, while Ling Yi, accompanied by Zhang Lei, took Ahuang and Miaomiao and set foot on the dirt road to the old forest in the north of the village.
The time has now come to April 2595 in the Douluo Calendar, and half a year has passed since Zhang Lei's martial soul awakened last year.
At this time, the Ling and Zhang families have four children. Zhang Lei will turn seven in three or four months, Ling Yi has just celebrated his fourth birthday in two months, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan, one One and a half years old and one one year old.
As the two little guys get older, the two families have recently officially prepared to add new members to the family. Anyway, given the current conditions, they can afford to raise them!
In Shanhai Village and even the surrounding villages, the more children and grandchildren a family has, the more prosperous it will be.
After all, whether it is from the perspective of the village's voice or the probability of soul masters having soul master talents upon awakening, the larger the base number, the better.
Old forest, somewhere five hundred meters outside.
After beating several times with a long wooden stick, Ling Yi squatted under a big tree, stretched out his hands wearing double layers of rabbit skin gloves, and picked up the fallen leaves and rot on the ground. He passed the ball of mud handed over by Zhang Lei and buried it gently.
After getting up, I saw another big tree about ten meters away to the left, hunting grass to scare snakes, digging holes, and planting seeds.
Repeat this process more than ten times, and finally all the mud balls are planted. Zhang Lei came to Ling Yi, took the double-layered rabbit skin gloves covered with dark brown soil, put them into the backpack, took out a yellow-skin gourd, tilted the mouth of the gourd slightly, and slowly poured out the water inside. For Ling Yi to rub and clean the sweaty hands covered by gloves.
"Huh——"
Ling Yi stood up straight and looked around. Although what he saw was the same as before, Ling Yi felt a little excited in his heart. .
“Ayi~”
Zhang Lei stuffed the mouth of the gourd and put it back in his backpack. He followed Ling Yi's example and turned his head to look back and forth, and asked: "Can these ginseng seeds be planted?" Seeing those small red fruits..."
"Don't worry~" Ling Yi shook his head and said: "Whether these ginseng can survive depends on luck. Most of the ones planted last year sprouted and bloomed. As for the result... we have to wait a few years~"
Hearing this, Zhang Lei's face fell: "How many years?"
"Hmm~" Ling Yi nodded calmly: "I can't say exactly how long it will take, but there will be gains in the end."
"Let's go~"
Seeing A Huang encircling his territory under a tree in the distance, on a branch of the tree, meowing a pheasant in his mouth, Ling Yi called Zhang Lei to go there , "I'll dig out one of those ginseng I discovered last year, and have dinner in the evening——"
"Ah——?"
Zhang Lei originally saw Meow Meow's harvest, and his face just changed. The smile that appeared froze and the corners of his eyes twitched.
Hurrying to follow Ling Yi's footsteps, they started discussing softly: "Ayi, can we have beggar's chicken in the evening? Or roasted chicken or braised chicken -"
"No more..." Looking at Ling Yi's unchanged side face, Zhang Lei pursed his lips, and after a few hesitations, he continued: "It's okay to drink chicken soup, but... is it okay if I don't add ginseng?"
< br>“Chicken soup with ginseng tastes so weird!”
“It’s not chicken soup at all!”
“We are different from you. We have been eating it every day since we were one year old. Eating a plant of "Blue Silver Grass", although it has a little sweetness, but more of it is bitter and astringent, which is what you can tolerate, and you still persist to this day, without stopping for a day... ”
In the empty old forest, Zhang Lei’s suppressed voice echoed gently, telling the helplessness and admiration of the owner of the voice.
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