Gao Mingcheng's wedding wine was the last carnival for the villagers before spring plowing.
The next day, the prelude to spring plowing began.
Selecting seeds, drying seeds, raising seedlings, plowing and plowing fields, and selling potato seeds.
Gao Mingcheng had just separated and his family was short of everything, so he had to buy a lot of things. However, before he went to buy them, Grandma Xi had already planned them for him.
Grandma Xi said to Gao Mingcheng: "You only have one acre of land in total, so you don't need to raise seedlings yourself. I'll raise some more seedlings and share some with you. You don't need to buy potato seeds either. Just pinch some potato vines and take cuttings. You can How many sweet potatoes are you planning to plant this year?”
Gao Mingcheng said: "Plant two or three pieces of land."
The price of sweet potatoes is not high, but the yield is quite high, and the sweet potato vines can be fed to pigs, so people in the village plant a lot of them. Even Grandma Xi’s family will plant two acres of land.
When she heard that Gao Mingcheng only planned to plant two or three pieces of land, Grandma Xi disagreed and said, "Sweet potatoes are a good thing. You should plant more of them. If you don't have enough rice, you can still eat sweet potatoes."
Grandma Xi is someone who has experienced famine, so she cherishes food very much.
She may not grow sugar cane, which is sold for money, but she will not grow sweet potatoes.
Gao Mingcheng was a person who listened to advice and didn't want Grandma Xi to worry about him, so he said, "Then I'll plant more varieties."
Well, plant half an acre of land!
The young lady thought that he could cultivate at least one acre of land, so she looked at him with a teachable look.
Next, we talked about seeds such as cucumbers, beans, loofah, peppers, etc. These are all available at my house, and I specially gave some to Gao Mingcheng.
With these seeds sent by my grandma, I won’t have to worry about the vegetables that are commonly eaten in the village.
In addition to the seeds sent by Grandma Xi, Duomei also prepared some seeds in advance.
Even though she is a woman, she is no worse than a man when it comes to working in the fields. Except that she is not very good at plowing the ground, she can dig holes, sow seeds, cover soil, fertilize, thin out seedlings, etc., and she can do everything very quickly.
During spring plowing, many beautiful women made a three-part agreement with Gao Mingcheng that they could only do it once every three days, and no more than two hours at a time!
Gao Mingcheng touched his nose and wanted to pretend he didn't hear anything.
He had been holding it in for too long. It was okay when the meat was not served. Now that the meat was served, he could eat the marrow and taste it. He couldn't help it!
But the heavy farm work can always extinguish endless desires, and the anticipation of the autumn harvest is enough to eliminate the fatigue of spring plowing.
People living in small mountain villages are not disturbed by external factors and make various arrangements according to the seasons. They give, they harvest, they store and they enjoy!
Life is like this day after day, year after year.
On this day, it started 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.
An ancient saying goes: Spring rain is as precious as oil.
For places like theirs where water resources are not abundant, the crops grown depend heavily on good weather. Once the weather dries out, production can be reduced on a large scale.
Gao Mingcheng stood under the eaves, looking at the pattering spring rain, recalling some of the climate in his previous life, and then his face gradually darkened.
In his previous life, he had been running business outside all year round and had not farmed for a long time. He only vaguely knew that there would be a drought this summer. The specific time should be shortly after planting late rice.
At that time, it had not rained for a long time, and the water in the fields had dried up. If water was not released, the seedlings would wither.
Although most of the people in Gaojia Village have the same surname and ancestors, they often quarrel and fight over 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."
Many beauties were reading with their heads down. When they looked up, Gao Mingcheng had already left, and only his back was seen.
Gao Mingcheng didn't go there on foot, but on a bicycle.
He held the handle of the bicycle with one hand and held the umbrella with the other, still riding steadily.
He was going to the village on the other side of Dalong Mountain, because there were craftsmen there who specialized in digging wells, and their skills were very good. Several wells in their village were drilled by people from Dalong Mountain, and the water quality was crystal clear.
Gao Mingcheng had planned to dig a well in the yard before, but there were so many things to do later that he forgot to find a craftsman.
Now that he thought about the drought this summer, he couldn't sit still. He had to dig out the well quickly so that the water supply for domestic use would not be affected.
He rode his bicycle and headed all the way towards Dalong Mountain.
There are few pedestrians on the road, but occasionally you can still see some people working in the fields. These people's families have few people but plenty of land, so they have to work in the fields even if it rains.
When passing by Junling, Gao Mingcheng saw Huang Dazhi also working in the fields, but they were far apart and did not say hello to each other.
After riding for about forty or fifty minutes, we arrived at Dalong Mountain.
The village at the foot of Dalong Mountain is called Dalong Village. It is said that the people in the village know Feng Shui. A long time ago, the rich people chose the cemetery based on Feng Shui.
This also caused the people in Dalong Village to be relatively closed-minded and did not 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-key, and everyone he saw was taciturn. look.
"Uncle, where does the well digger Lao Zhang live?" Gao Mingcheng propped one foot on the ground and turned to look at someone.
The man was sitting under the eaves smoking a cigarette. After hearing the sound, he looked up at Gao Mingcheng.
He was about forty years old, with dark complexion and several obvious wrinkles on his forehead, as if he frowned frequently.
"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 he called people from Dalong Village to dig it. of.
But he was not at home at the time and had not seen the well digger.
"Well, when do you plan to dig a well?" The man turned out to be Lao Zhang.
"The faster, the better!" Gao Mingcheng said.
At this time Lao Zhang stood up and said: "Then let's do it tomorrow."
Gao Mingcheng was stunned. He was in a hurry, but he also knew that it was spring plowing, and he was afraid that he would have to slow down for a while, but he never expected that Lao Zhang would be so happy!
"You...don't have to be busy with spring plowing?" Gao Mingcheng asked subconsciously.
However, Lao Zhang made a strange sound that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said: "It's just a little bit of land, so there's no need to worry."
Gao Mingcheng looked around and realized that Dalong Village was the real mountain village!
Although their Gaojia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there are 700 to 800 acres of fertile farmland. The rice grown is enough to feed the villagers. However, the entire Dalong Village is located at the foot of the mountain, in a long and narrow line, and the paddy fields that can grow rice are. 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 mountains, and most of them have no walls. Outside the rooms is the mountain road, so when Gao Mingcheng passed by, he could directly see Lao Zhang smoking under the eaves.
There are few paddy fields in Dalong Village, and naturally the population is also small. They are scattered and not densely populated.
Since Lao Zhang was happy, Gao Mingcheng was also happy. He told Lao Zhang his detailed address and then asked about the cost of drilling the well.
The cost was not bad, but Lao Zhang proposed to stay at Gao Mingcheng's house for a few days and would not leave with the money until the well water was pumped out.
This is because transportation is inconvenient. If you go back and forth every day, you will spend a lot of time on the road. Therefore, the well digger will temporarily stay in the host's house. After the well is drilled and the host is satisfied, he will leave with his wages.
(End of chapter)
