When Fan Dianyuan saw something happened behind the team, he told his wife to take care of a pile of tattered luggage and take care of Niuniu, and he came to see what happened. It's not a good thing, but he can still make up his mind among this group of people, and everyone respects his opinion. If a group of people doesn't even have one person to decide the direction, then it makes no sense where the group of people are going.
Fan Dianyuan looked at the old Ma couple kneeling on the ground, and the little boy Ma Dan, who had a shocking whip mark on his body. Ma Dan was constantly comforted by a female Bodhisattva-like young lady from a wealthy family, wiping away the tears from his eyes. . Fan Dianyuan thought to himself, what's wrong, this Ma Dan must be in trouble again. .
"Old Ma, what's going on?" Fan Dianyuan asked.
"Just now Ma Dan was hungry and dizzy. He went to beg for food from the female Bodhisattva and tore her clothes..." Lao Ma didn't dare to look up at Fan Dianyuan. He couldn't blame anyone else for this, so he blamed him for not taking good care of the child. After finishing speaking, Lao Ma glanced at the unsatisfactory Ma Dan, raised his hand and was about to slap the child, hoping that the lady would soften up and stop caring after seeing him teaching the child like this.
Fan Dianyuan grabbed Lao Ma's hand and shouted: "I'm a coward. It's useless even if you beat the baby to death. I still have to pay for the clothes."
Zheng Ruoying comforted Ma Dan and said, "Is your name Ma Dan?"
Ma Dan nodded, not daring to speak.
Zheng Ruoying said: "Ma Dan, let's stop crying, okay? My sister won't ask you to pay for your clothes. These clothes are not damaged. Just go back and wash them. After a while, my sister will ask someone to buy the steamed buns. Let's eat the steamed buns together." Is that so?" Zheng Ruoying said this to Ma Dan's parents and Fan Dianyuan, and she didn't have to live with these miserable lives.
Fan Dianyuan heard the meaning of this beautiful lady and said to Lao Ma and his wife: "Brothers and sisters, Lao Ma, why don't you thank me!" When the two couples reacted, the other end hit the ground again and collided with the bluestone tiles, making a thud. There was a thumping sound, and he kept chanting the compassionate words of the female Bodhisattva Hail Blessed Female Bodhisattva.
Although Fan Dianyuan was in tatters, he did not lose his momentum. He saluted Zheng Ruoying and thanked him for not embarrassing the poor people like them who had fled.
Lao Cai looked at the appearance and accent of these people and asked, "Aren't you from the local area?"
Fan Dianyuan smiled bitterly and said: "The old man has good eyesight. We are definitely not from the local family. There is chaos in the northwest and there is no way to survive. We are dragging our families and we are the first to arrive in Guibao."
"Then where do you plan to go, or is there any way to make a living?" Lao Cai then asked.
"I'm not leaving. I plan to take root in this place. I don't have any skills. They are all honest people who have been serving crops all their lives. Or they were born as sheep farmers. They have been raising sheep since they were older. They say that there are many places in the south. Fat, I’m going to find out if there is an employer willing to employ us, just provide food and accommodation.”
Fan Dianyuan's words were extremely sincere and came from the bottom of his heart.
Zheng Ruoying and Lao Cai looked at each other and smiled and said, God is really helping me. He gave me a pillow to sleep with. I went to Fengshan today, bought cattle, and happened to meet people. Is this God's will? It is undeniable that things are just such a coincidence. Lao Cai and Fan Dianyuan talked in detail about Zheng Ruoying's recruitment of tenant farmers and the specific things they did. Fan Dianyuan felt excited when he heard it, thinking that this was the master he had worked so hard to find. He also saw the scene just now. Zheng Ruoying was a good person, so friendly to strangers and refugees, and he would definitely treat them like tenant farmers well.
The two groups hit it off immediately, and Fan Dianyuan became the tenant farmer recruited by Zheng Ruoying himself. Zheng Ruoying provided accommodation for this group of people. Although it was a shabby thatched house with lumps of dirt, it could shelter from wind and rain. Moreover, although it was a small thatched house, it was already better than the shabby house in their hometown. He paid them monthly Two hundred cents of rice money is enough to feed the family. When the rest of the farm is slack, let them do some hard work to earn some spare money for wine.
Fan Dianyuan was extremely grateful. They had never even seen what kind of sugar cane they were growing, but they were guided by someone and they were not lazy. Everyone knew about farming. Too lazy.
In the days after the beginning of spring, on the north bank of Fengshan Mountain and in front of Helu Mountain and River, a group of busy figures appeared on the originally barren land. A group of strangers who had never met were leading the oxen on the Zheng family's land, and the men controlled the plow behind. There are handles and handles for the plow. The woman is pulling the oxen in front, and there are several other people behind to rake up the mud and rake it evenly. The furrows they plowed were wide and deep. The locals seemed to be planting some crops and came out to watch. However, before planting, they just plowed the ground. No one could understand the purpose of their plowing.
The group of them followed the field boundaries pointed out to them by Lao Cai, and under the "professional guidance" of Shuan Zhu and Xiang Lu, they took the guys to Helu to cultivate land, and happened to meet He Baozheng. However, they were not familiar with the place. When they saw He Baozheng, they thought he was just an ordinary local farmer and didn't care. They just started working on their own.
He Baozheng thought he was wrong. None of the tenant farmers of the Zheng family were willing to plant it. What kind of evil wind had been blowing recently? How could everything in He Lu become different? Even these rotten lands were like this. Many people are fighting for it. But He Baozheng noticed that their clothes seemed a little different and they didn't look like locals at all. . Could it be that the refugees from other places thought that these dry lands were ownerless wastelands and wanted to reclaim them themselves.
He Baozheng's good-natured character made him impatient again. He walked to the edge of the land that Fan Dianyuan was reclaiming, stood on the edge of the field, and shouted to Fan Dianyuan in the field from a distance: "I said, little brother, you guys look at You have a sharp eye, I'm afraid this is your first time in our village, old man, don't think I'm nosy, do you know that this land is owned by an owner, and it's not a wasteland?"
Fan Dianyuan straightened up and put the plow handle in his hand, indicating to his wife to rest for a while. He grinned and showed a kind smile to He Baozheng: "Thank you, brother. We are all foreign customers, not your local family." , now they are all tenant farmers of their Zheng family, this is the land of the Zheng family, right?"
When He Baozheng heard what he said, he didn't say anything. It was their business how they managed their land, even planting flowers on it was not a problem. He Baozheng replied: "That's right, old man, I'm worried about you. You plowed the land of Guan Zheng's family like this, and if they want to plant something later, they won't be able to plant it, and you guys will have to work hard for them in vain, and you will still have to face lawsuits."
Fan Dianyuan saw that this local old man had a good heart, so he kindly reminded them and kept thanking him. When his wife went out in the morning, she baked a few wheat cakes. She still likes to eat these cakes as she brought them from her hometown, so she asked her to take one for He Baozheng to try.
Farmers are the most upright people, and there are not so many little ones. He Baozheng took the wheat cake and put it directly into his mouth. The wheat cake tastes very fragrant, and it is very filling. No wonder they can use it as a meal. It’s just that it’s a bit inedible to chew without water.
He Baozheng pointed to Jiang Shan while eating and said: "Little brother, what are you planning to plant in this land? Many of us have seen you dig this trench very deep, but we have never seen this method of opening the trench, so we secretly followed Brother, tell me, what are you going to plant?"
Fan Dianyuan said: "The eldest lady of the boss said that she planned to plant sugar cane, but I don't understand what sugar cane is. There is no such thing in our hometown."
What? Are you going to such great lengths to cultivate sugar cane? How much sugar cane do you plan to plant? He Baozheng was frightened by their plan. A chewed wheat cake got stuck in his throat, and he hammered his chest hard before swallowing it.
He couldn't say much about what other people planned to plant on their land. But such a large piece of land was all going to be planted with sugar cane. He really couldn't figure out who to sell so much sugar cane to in the future. Eat it yourself?
Fan Dianyuan didn't chat with He Baozheng for too long before he picked up the plow handle and continued plowing.
He Baozheng is also a good farmer. He Lu has a lot of land belonging to the Zheng family, which is adjacent to their land. This group of outsiders work very hard, and there is never any deliberate laziness. Children follow them and play in the mud in the ground. Every man and woman uses their northern cigarettes while working. I know where the accent is, and there are few people who are not working and playing in the fields. On the contrary, they are local farmers and women in Fengshan. The harvest in the fields is not good and they are not very motivated. Hoes and plows have not cultivated three feet of land. You have to stop and drink water and rest. A little bit of farm work can last until the sun goes down.
He Baozheng sighed in his heart, if these farmers and women in their hometown were half as diligent as others, their lives would not be as good as they are now. The land here is thin, but if they are taken care of, they can have a lot of harvests in a year!
Most of the land in Helu is dominated by reddish red soil, which is relatively soft. The north bank area was originally cultivated by people all year round. However, in recent years, it has become more and more abandoned and has been bought by the Zheng family. .
Plowing this land does not require a lot of animal power. In addition, this field follows the ridge digging method taught by Liang Chuan to Shuan Zhu and Blind Deer. There must be both furrows and ridges. The furrows must be cultivated first, and the soil in the furrows will naturally turn to both sides. , forming a ridge of sugarcane beds. The height of the piled up sugarcane furrows and the original ground only need to be plowed down to a depth of about one foot, so that the two feet and two depths required by Zhang San can be achieved. It is just that the sugarcane bed can be The covering soil above should be patted down and pressed well so that the soil will not be too loose, causing the cane roots to become unstable.
After they plowed the land, they always stepped hard on it to compact the soil, and the large pieces of soil had to be broken up and rake into pieces.
In one day, more than ten acres of dry land, rows and rows of sugar cane fields, were neatly cultivated. The furrows were deep and the ridges high. The ridges were also dug with furrows and then covered with soil. The scene was quite spectacular. What was just gray and yellow weeds the day before turned into neat rows of fields in one day. No matter how poor the land is, as long as there are hard-working people to tidy it up, it can be turned into a land of abundant harvests.
