In 1935 AD, the Central Plains flooded. First, the turbid waters of the Yellow River burst its banks, flooding fields and villages in dozens of counties. That year, after the floods, dozens of counties had no harvest, the plague grew like weeds, and the corpses of men, women, and children littered the countryside. The next year, the grass was green, and when the autumn harvest season came, a swarm of locusts came all over the sky. Where the locusts passed, there was no grass left. In the disaster-ridden Central Plains, another great migration from the homeland began.

The man carried all the belongings, followed by the woman, the old man led the clothes of his children and grandchildren, they called their father and mother, and stumbled all the way to the north.

After passing the Shanhaiguan, they had shed tears of homesickness. The cold air in the north made these Central Plains fathers and elders sneeze long and short, and the ground was freezing and the weather was cold, telling them that they had entered the land of Kanto.

One

The oil-flowing black soil of Kanto accepted a wave of Central Plains people, who built their own homes by the mountains and rivers. Most of these migrants came from Henan and Shandong, and the different accents made them live separately. Henan people live in Shannan, and Shandong people live in Shanbei. At the beginning, there were only a dozen Henan households in Shannan, and there were only a few Shandong households in Shanbei. They live separately and distinctly. They gathered together according to the local sound, cultivated the wasteland, and went into the mountains to hunt. Since then, they have started a new life.

It was the local voice that brought them together, and the villagers were displaced together in the land of Kanto, and they had nothing to say, and when the villagers saw the villagers, their eyes were full of tears. Those who came first vacated their houses to accommodate those who came later. As soon as the spring season arrives, all the Tunzi people work together, digging soil and cutting trees, and helping latecomers build houses. With cooking smoke, with chickens and dogs, there are days. With days comes stories.

Shandong Tun in the north of Shandong Province achieved a happy event in the autumn of that year. Da Kui and Qiao Maihua got married, that year, Da Kui was eighteen years old, and Qiao Maihua was sixteen years old. Da Kui has been living in Tunli in Shandong Province for two years, and Qiao Maihua just came here with her father this year. Da Kui came to Shandong Tun alone, and when he left his hometown in Shandong, they were a big family at that time. I have parents and a ten-year-old sister. First, my ten-year-old sister starved to death, and my mother kept crying all the way, in order to leave her hometown, for her daughter who starved to death, my mother was heartbroken, and she was crying when she died. The mother originally dragged her weak body on the road, and they relied on eating wild vegetables and drinking river water to support them along the way. They wanted to ask for something to eat, but the families passing by were already empty. The rest of the family was also hungry and lived on the bark of wild plants. First, the grief-stricken mother fell into a mountain col, and the father and Da Kui buried the mother in tears, and they didn't go back to the road, they had no way back, so they could only grit their teeth and follow the footsteps of their fellow villagers to break into the eastern part of the country. Shanhaiguan was already far away, but my father was suffering from malaria, my father had chills and fever, and his upper teeth knocked on his lower teeth. The whole body was shaking like chaff. Unable to walk, Da Kui carried his father on his back and went to the distant Shanhaiguan. Before he arrived at Shanhaiguan, his father's body was cold, and then it became hard, and Da Kui let go of his stiff father. At this time, Da Kui was already crying without tears.

Da Kui could only bury his father in the pass, and finally he came to Shandong Tun alone. The men and women of the same village took him in, and helped him build three mud huts and set aside a piece of wasteland. Da Kui was lucky to survive.

Qiao Maihua's experience is similar to that of Da Kui, and the family came to Shandong Tun alone. It was also a kind-hearted fellow villager who took her in. It was also the townspeople who made the decision and achieved the marriage of Da Kui and Qiao Maihua.

People who have left their homes rarely have a happy event. The marriage of Da Kui and Qiao Maihua has become a common happy event in Shandong Tun. They poured out all they had, and took out the dried bacon at home, which was the fruit they had hunted after entering the winter, and only during the New Year did they cut off a piece of the dried bacon from under the eaves. The customs of the hometown, weddings and funerals are indispensable for the drum group, and the newly formed Shandong Tun naturally does not have such a team. So, some middle-aged men took out the pots and pans at home to help the fun; fortunately, the big child who broke into the Kanto region ran before and shouted; the baby who was born in the Kanto region sucked the mother's ** in the mother's arms, babbling to cheer up. For a time, the small Shandong Tun was shrouded in excitement and joy.

This liveliness naturally alarmed Henan Tun in Shannan, and a cadre of people stood on the hillside with their sleeves to watch the excitement, and was first shouted by the baby of Shandong Tun: Henan Yuzi, Henan Yuzi.

The baby of Henan Tun also shouted: Shandong stick, Shandong stick.

After the Henan and Shandong people came to the Kanto, they have been using this title to despise each other, and no one on either side can say the exact meaning of this title, and in the hearts of both of them, they have always thought that this is the most relieving word of scolding.

At first, it was the children who joined in this scolding, and then the men and women also joined the scolding, a group of people down the mountain, a group of mountains, and the voices were higher and higher. This excitement added a comedy to Da Kui and Qiao Maihua's wedding. In the end, it was the third uncle who came forward to stop the abuse of men, women and children in Shandong Tun, and this kind of scolding came to an end temporarily.

Uncle Yu is the founder of Shandong Tun. He took a family to settle down here first, and since then there has been a family of Shandong people who have settled here. Third Uncle Yu is also the oldest among the people in Quantun, so the big and small affairs of the people of Yitun are all advocated by Uncle Yu. The marriage between Da Kui and Qiao Maihua is naturally also the master of the third uncle. The wedding of Da Kui and Qiao Maihua was carried out under the auspices of the third uncle.

Under the guidance of the third uncle, the two newcomers worshiped the sky and the earth, and their parents were gone, so they worshiped the villagers, and after worshipping, they entered the cave room.

Before entering the cave room, Uncle Yu said in a loud voice: Da Kui, Mai Hua, you two listen, it is natural to get married and have children, for Shandong Tun to be prosperous, you have to have more children and more raising.

This was an ordinary sentence, but Qiao Maihua's cheeks were crimson with shame. At this time, compared with Qiao Maihua half a year ago, it seems that it has changed a person. Half a year ago, Qiao Maihua was black and thin, after half a year of nurturing in the black land of Kanto, Qiao Maihua became amazingly beautiful, her face was white and reminiscent of milk, her eyes were naturally black and bright, and her figure should be convex and convex. Many years later, people in Tunhe, Henan, Shandong Province are saying that Qiao Maihua is a beauty that has not been met in a hundred years.

A couple entered the cave room, and the onlookers were still reluctant to leave for a long time, and they were still talking.

The man said: Maihua is really handsome, and she is even more handsome when she becomes a bride.

The woman said: Da Kui is really blessed to marry a fairy.

Another man said, "If I marry Maihua, I won't sleep all night."

The man's woman turned on a tiger face and said, "What are you doing, what do you want to do?"

The man laughed and said, "Watch it all night."

Men and women laughed.

Da Kui and Mai Hua's wedding night was indeed a sleepless night. The happy cry of wheat blossoms and the wheezing of Da Kui like a cow sounded intermittently until dawn in the quiet night of Shandong Tun. The men and women of Shandong Tun were very excited that night, and they worked together to cooperate with Da Kui's panting and Maihua's cry, and they also tossed until late. This was the most pleasant day they had since they came to Shandongtun.

Two

The people of Shandong Tun and Henan Tun did not have obvious disputes at the beginning, and they all fled from their hometowns in Guannei. At first, the puppets of the two Tunzi moved around, the Zhang family borrowed some needles and threads from the Li family, and the Li family and the Wang family exchanged some agricultural experience. After all, Kanwai is different from Kannai, and the same seeds produce different fruits due to climate changes.

With the influx of a group of Henan and Shandong people, the two tunzi have increased their population, and the wasteland has almost opened. It often happens that the land opened by Shandong people has been planted by Henan people. The prey caught by the Henan people was taken away by the Shandong people, so there was a feud between the Shandong people and the Henan people. At first, they used language like Shandong sticks and Henan nephews to abuse each other, and finally they fought over a wasteland.

In the spring, the Shandong people surnamed Zhang went to plant the wasteland that was opened up last year, but they did not expect it to be planted by the Henan people surnamed Wang. The Shandong people surnamed Zhang theorized with the Henan people surnamed Wang, and the Henan people surnamed Wang refused to admit that this place was from Shandong, and the two quarreled, seeing that the land of the Shandong people surnamed Zhang was occupied by outsiders, they were angry, and they couldn't be reasonable, so they started with the Henan people. The Henan people who were working around came to help and beat up the Shandong people surnamed Zhang.

When people brought back the Shandong people surnamed Zhang, the atmosphere in Shandong Tun was very depressing, they all gathered under the old oak tree in Tunzhong, and they looked at the third uncle Yu who was in charge together. Uncle Yu smoked the bag and pot, and the fireworks were extinguished in front of the third uncle's eyes. Uncle Yu smoked a pot, smoked another pot, and finally knocked the cigarette bag pot under his feet, and Uncle Yu said: Henan nephew is bullying us Shandong people.

And they answered, Yes.

Uncle Yu said again: Let today and tomorrow, let it go, and there will be no boundary for our Shandong people in the future. This land is given by God, whoever occupies it first is whoever's, the land opened by our Shandong people is our Shandong people, everyone said that this is not the reason?

Everyone replied in unison: Yes, we can't let Henan nephews squat on top of our heads to and pee.

Third Uncle Yu waved his hand and said: Level the land of Henan Yuzi and plant the seeds of our Shandong people.

All the Shandong people responded together, and the Shandong people collectively dispatched overnight to level many lands bordering the Henan and Shandong people, and planted the seeds of the Shandong people.

The next day, the Henan people dug up the seeds of the Shandong people and planted their own seeds. Henan nephews and Shandong sticks have greater anger, they-for-tat, pick up farm tools as weapons, and fight.

This time, more than 10 people from Shandong were injured, and five or six were seriously injured. There are seven or eight injured people in Henan, and two of them have broken tendons, and I am afraid that they will not be able to recover in this life. The enmity between the Shandong and Henan people was recorded.

In that fight, the newly married Da Kui also participated, he was slightly injured, and his arm was cut by the knife in the hand of the Henan people. Mai Hua said while applying medicine to Da Kui: What to fight, I finally came to Kanto, and it is better to live peacefully than anything else.

Da Kui inhaled and said: What do you know, these Henan nephews are really hateful, we Shandong people can't swallow this breath.

Mai Hua felt sorry for Da Kui, afraid that Da Kui would make a mistake. At night, Maihua took the initiative to drill into Da Kui's arms. After the two of them warmed up, Mai Hua spoke: Da Kui, do you like me?

Da Kui said: Of course I like it.

After speaking, Da Kui also used his arm to insert Maihua's delicate and delicate body. Da Kui just likes wheat flowers, not only the body of wheat flowers, but also the smell of wheat flowers, which makes Da Kui think of the taste of wheat in his hometown, the smell of ripe wheat fields is fragrant, every time he hugs wheat flowers, it reminds Da Kui of the wheat fields in his hometown.

Mai Hua said again: Then you don't want to fight with Henan people in the future, it's weird and scary, and it's not good to break anyone.

Da Kui knew that Mai Hua was feeling sorry for herself, so she didn't say anything in front of the woman, just nodded silently, but in fact, she was thinking something else. He thought that he was a man, and he could gain a firm foothold in Shandong Tun, and it was not for his father and fellow villagers to take care of him, so that he has today. Now the affairs of the Shandong people are his own business, how can he stand by and watch. I thought so in my heart, but I didn't say anything on my lips. Mai Hua was satisfied and snuggled up to Da Kui and quieted down. Da Kui hugged the wheat fragrance and fell asleep.

Since then, the people of Shandong Tun and the people of Henan Tun often have quarrels, tearing and tearing small racks constantly, today I pulled out two ridges of seedlings in your field, and tomorrow I let the pigs eat the seedlings in his field. So the noisy things continued.

In autumn, Maihua became pregnant, and the little couple was immersed in happiness at once. So the two often lie on the kang and look forward to the future days.

Da Kui put his hand on Maihua's bulging belly, sighed and said, "I want a boy, the boy is so good, he can farm, hunt, and live."

Mai Hua turned her head over and said quietly: I will give birth to a boy and a girl for you, and give birth to a room, our family is prosperous.

Da Kui said again: I want my children and grandchildren to be full, my ancestors have taken root here for generations, Kanto is so wow, the black soil here raises people.

Just when the little couple was lingering and longing, a big thing happened in Shandong Tun and Henan Tun.

First of all, the Henan people secretly harvested the fruits of the Shandong people's fields overnight, and the Shandong people also harvested the fruits of the Henan people the next night. On the third night, the two groups came together, and a big fight broke out. Many children and women took part in the fighting.

When Da Kui woke up from his dream, the fight was nearing its end. Da Kui knew that something was wrong and wanted to get up from the kang, Mai Hua grabbed Da Kui's arm and said: Don't go, it's none of our business.

Da Kui struggled, and Mai Hua said: You don't want me, but you also have to think about the son in my belly.

Da Kui stopped struggling and stayed up until dawn. Da Kui got dressed.

This was an unprecedented fight, and almost all the people who participated in the fight in Shandong Tun hung up their colors. In the fight, a Shandong child was trampled to death. Another man in his forties had a hole the size of a mouth in his head, and something was bubbling out of the white sky, and he died shortly after dawn.

Naturally, the casualties among the people of Henan were also very heavy. A woman was killed on the spot, and a strong man's intestines flowed out of his belly, and he returned home, where he lived for three days, and finally his father died with a bang.

After this fight, the two people seemed to calm down. As a result of fighting and fighting, fighting and killing, both sides paid a heavy price, both sides lost, and no one got a bargain.

After the autumn harvest, the people of Shandong Tun dug a ditch at the junction of the two tuns under the leadership of the third uncle, and later the Henan people also came out and dug a ditch at the other end, and the two ditches were finally connected together.

The Shandong people snorted at the Henan people.

The people of Henan also took a sip of "bah" at the people of Shandong.

Then they turned silently and walked towards their respective camps.

In the spring of the second year, Shandong people farmed on the ditch side, and Henan people farmed on the ditch side. The people of Henan saw that the people of Shandong were bitter and hateful, and the people of Shandong were also "babbling", and then turned their heads and went to work in their respective fields.

The people of Henan and Shandong coexisted peacefully for the time being.

In the summer of that year, Mai gave birth to a boy, whom Da Kui called Black Earth. Heitu is a very strong child, and he cries a lot as soon as he is born. Da Kui grinned, looking at the black soil and wheat flowers with great satisfaction. In the end, Da Kui held the black soil and wheat flowers in his arms, and said very proudly: We still have to give birth, and people are prosperous.

Mai Hua nodded with tears of excitement in her eyes.

When Kuroto was one year old, an unexpected thing happened.

Three

In the winter of the year when Kuroto was one year old, Okui had an encounter with a black bear commonly known as the blind bear of the Kanto people.

Kanto is different from the Central Plains, and it is covered with heavy snow as soon as winter comes. People can only hide inside their houses with their hands in their sleeves to avoid the freezing winter. The people of Shandong Tun and Henan Tun could not be idle, and they learned from the Kanto people to go into the mountains to hunt. Prey can eat meat, and furs can be taken to the city dozens of miles away in exchange for oil and salt. In addition to desperately cultivating the land, they naturally refused to be wasted in vain in winter, so they went into the mountains to hunt in a group of two and three people.

Their hunting tools are relatively primitive and backward, and they can occasionally harvest them with a wooden stick or exchange grain from the city for a few movable sleeves tied with wire, and put them in places where their prey often haunts. They learned this from the old Kanto. The old Kanto people rarely farmed, and most of them were full-time hunters, most of whom lived in the deep mountains and old forests, and they lived in wooden lattice houses rather than adobe houses. Since the arrival of the Shandong and Henan people, hunters often went out of the mountains and forests to exchange their game for food, and also went to the city to exchange oil, salt and guns. These hunters also put under the trap, but more often used muskets, therefore, the hunters were not afraid of the attack of their prey.

Shandong and Henan people are not good, their hunting tools are primitive and backward, and they always go into the mountains in twos and threes, in case of accidents, there is a good response. They also often beat pheasants and hares with wooden sticks, and they can't do anything about the bigger prey, so they can only watch wild boars, wolves and other prey run by in front of their eyes carelessly.

Since coming to Kanto, the people of Shandong and Henan have become no strangers to these wild creatures, which often haunt the tunzi and their fields. At night, the howl of wolves can be heard almost every night, sometimes close at hand. During the day, they can often see the paw prints of wolves and the hoof prints of wild boars left in front of their homes. After a long time, these Central Plains people from Guannai were not surprised.

Da Kui didn't want to go into the mountains with others, he had gone hunting with others before, although he didn't return empty-handed, but the harvest was always much less, and the wild things he hunted were divided between two or three people, and naturally no one enjoyed it alone.

After having the black soil, Da Kui's hatred of not being rich became more and more vigorous. He wants Mai Hua to give birth to a son and another girl, a group of children, and people will take root in this black land prosperously. Now that he can eat a full stomach, Da Kui feels that he has inexhaustible strength all over his body. He wants to give birth and raise children, and at the same time make his family's life prosperous. In the winter of this year, Da Kui carried a wooden stick that was more than a long man, and went into the mountains to hunt ambitiously.

That morning, Da Kui carried the hot cornmeal tortillas that Maihua pasted for him, stepped on the deep and shallow snow, and creaked towards the deep mountains and old forests. Many footprints have been left in the old forest, some old and shallow by the wind, and some new. He tried to avoid the footprints of these people, and wherever people were alarmed, the prey was naturally frightened, and those who could escape had already fled, and those who did not have become prey in the hands of the people.

Da Kui went into the woods, and he found a group of pheasants in a bush of oaks, with their heads tied together to keep each other warm. In the cold and freezing old forest, the minds of these wild creatures are often numb, and there is a wind blowing, and the snow particles are whimpering in the forest, so these pheasants in the cold have relaxed their vigilance against people, and most of the prey they have caught have succeeded in this situation. Da Kui already seemed very experienced, and he bent over and tiptoed over, and when he was very close to the oak bush, he threw the stick out of his hand. The frightened pheasant's first reaction was to fly, and it happened to collide with the wooden sticks flying in the air, and two or three pheasants were knocked unconscious. Da Kui rushed forward desperately, and firmly pressed these dizzy pheasants under him. After succeeding, Da Kui buried his face in the snow, happy hehe.

Just as Da Kui was satisfied, and walked back with a few pheasants with a wooden stick, he encountered a blind bear. Before this, he had never seen a bear and knew almost nothing about it. When he saw this behemoth walking in front of his eyes, Da Kui's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He looked at the bear's lump and thought to himself, this guy has sent it to the door by himself, and I have to put it down and drag it back, which is enough for my family of three to eat for a winter. Without much thought, he threw the pheasant at the end of the stick to the ground, and with a wave of the stick he jumped up in front of the blind bear. The black bear was stunned when he saw him, but it ignored Da Kui, buried its head and shook its bulky body and walked forward. If Da Kui had been interested, he would have picked up the pheasant on the ground and walked away, which would have prevented this tragedy. As a result, Da Kui unknowingly swung his stick and smashed it at the black bear's head. He thought that the black bear would not be smashed better than the pheasant, and if this stick went down, the black bear would be injured if he did not die. Unexpectedly, because Da Kui used too much force, the stick smashed on the bear's head and broke, and the tiger mouth of Da Kui's two hands was numb. Da Kui saw that the black bear not only did not fall as he thought, but raised his head, glanced at him, and slapped Da Kui to the snow. The black bear didn't seem to know what to do with Da Kui, who had fallen to the ground, and crossed his legs and rode Da Kui under him. It was only then that Da Kui felt fear, and he struggled under the bear, only to find out that it was a male bear, so he grabbed the thing that the male bear's belly was hanging out of with all his might. Da Kui fought desperately, and after grabbing the pile of debris, he kicked and bitten, instinctively shouting for help. It was then that he saw the faces of two men hiding behind trees. For a moment, he remembered that these two people were from Henan Tun, and he had seen these two faces when Da Kui participated in the weapon fight before, but he still instinctively shouted for help. At this time, how he hoped that the two Henan people who were hiding behind the trees could run over and drive away the black bear riding on him, but the Henan people did not come.

The pain is unbearable, and the black bear kicks Da Kui's lower body with its butt, which is the bear's instinct, and when it is angry or in danger, it kicks the ground with its butt. The huge black bear can't stand it even if it is gently pressed on a person, not to mention such a force. Da Kui felt that his body had been torn apart under the weight of the bear, and he screamed and fainted.

He didn't know when the bear had left, but in his coma he felt someone coming towards him, and then he heard a conversation between two Henanese.

One said: It's a Shandong stick.

The other said: Shandong people, deserve it.

One said: I'm afraid this Shandong man won't survive.

The other said, "Whatever, let's go."

At this time, Da Kui was still shouting over and over again in his subconscious: Save me, save me...... He didn't know if his shout was too low or something he couldn't even hear, and then he raised his hand.

He also heard one of the Henan people say: This Shandong stick is not dead, he is still moving.

The other said, "Leave him alone, let's go."

Then he heard creaking footsteps in the distance.

Da Kui was lying on the snow, and he thought to himself that this time he was going to die. He thought of the wheat blossoms again, and he seemed to smell the smell of the wheat field again, sweet and silky, mixed with the scent of the sun. There is also the black soil, the one-year-old black soil can already call his father, and when he leaves the house in the morning, the black soil calls him like this.

Da Kui thought of this, he really didn't want to die, what a wonderful thing it was to live. There is so much land waiting for him to plant, there are so good women waiting for him to hug, he has to give birth to sons, have daughters, and then children and grandchildren will live in the black land of Kanto. At that time, the Da Kui family was really prosperous.

Da Kui fainted, and he was awake again. In the fog, he found himself on his shoulders and staggered forward.

Da Kui was saved, and it was the hunters who lived in the woods who saved him. The hunters had been following the bear for a long time, and the hunters first spotted the bear hiding in a tree hollow. In winter, the bear spends most of its time hiding in tree hollows, unless it is looking for food. Before the onset of winter, the bear has prepared enough wild fruit in the hollow of the tree, and the bear will not easily get out of the hollow unless it encounters an accident. The hunter drove the bear out, and he had to drag the bear to exhaustion in the exercise before shooting it, otherwise the hunter would not be able to hunt the bear with complete certainty. The hunter has been following the black bear for two days, and it turns out that he has encountered Dakui who does not know the depths.

The kind-hearted hunter sent Da Kui back to Shandong Tun, and the experienced hunter left a sentence for Mai Hua when he returned: Your man is considered a big fate, and today he picked up a life, and the bones in his lower body were broken, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

Mai Hua was so hit that she could imagine her mood, and she fell on Da Kui's body and cried. The neighbors came and went, and they had all the words of comfort, but who could comfort the grief-stricken Maihua?

Uncle Yu smoked bags of cigarettes one after another, and finally Uncle Yu said: Maihua, don't cry, it's all fate.

Third Uncle Yu sighed at the sky and said: "Girl, think about our relatives who died on the way to escape, Da Kui is lucky.

Mai Hua stopped crying when she said this sentence, she looked at Da Kui, who was lying unconscious on the kang, hugged the black soil, and said to herself in her heart: No matter how difficult the days are, you have to go down, not for others, but for the black soil, to live for life.

Thinking of this, Mai Hua stopped crying. She stared blankly at Da Kui who was unconscious.

Four

Da Kui picked up a life under the blind bear, but the man was crippled. The part below the pelvis lost consciousness, so Da Kui lay on the kang all day and sighed. Since then, the days of Da Kui and Mai Hua have taken a turn.

Mai Hua stood in front of the land that Da Kui had worked so hard to open, and couldn't stop shedding tears. The thick black earth can only be conquered by a man's strength, and Mai Hua is powerless when she stands in front of the land, and she can only sigh again and again.

Every spring, as soon as the cuckoo calls, it is time to plant. At that time, the people of Shandong Tun did not have horses and cattle to help them farm the land, so they could only rely on people to push the ground and plow the land. Several men joined forces, farming one by one, and Da Kui couldn't get off the kang, so no one took the initiative to unite with Maihua. Mai Hua can only watch other people's families rejoice, burying the hope of the year in the ground.

That day, Uncle Yu walked up to Mai Hua, who was standing on the edge of the ground in a daze, and said: Mai Hua, don't worry, when everyone finishes planting, I will ask someone to help your family.

Mai Hua looked at Third Uncle Yu gratefully. Uncle Yu held a cigarette pouch in his mouth, smiled lightly and said: The life of no man is not good.

After speaking, Third Uncle Yu shrugged and walked in front of Mai Hua's eyes.

Mai Hua returned home and said this to Da Kui, who had already climbed up from the kang and looked out anxiously with his hands on the windowsill.

Da Kui said: When the cuckoo calls, it is the day of planting.

Da Kui said again: Our land, I'm afraid it's too late to plant.

In those days, Maihua had to bring the black soil to her field every day to keep watch. The black oil land was shining, the black soil was staggering in the ground, he walked a way, turned around and shouted at the wheat flowers: Mother, mother, why don't we farm yet?

The cry of the black soil made Maihua's heart burn.

Mai Hua would report the progress of other people's farming to Da Kui on the kang every day.

Mai Hua said: The eldest brother of the Zhu family has finished planting.

Mai Hua said again: Uncle Li's land has been planted for more than half of the time, and the willows on the mountain have sprouted.

Da Kui smashed the kang with his fist, and there was a bang. In the past, when he pressed the wheat flowers under him, he often made such a clattering sound, and his mood at that time was happy and joyful, just like sowing seeds in his own black soil, sowing hope and reaping joy. So, they had hope, and that was their son, Black Earth. At this time, Da Kui's mood was in a mess.

He said: It's late, it's late for our family's underground planting.

And he said, "The willows have sprouted, and the ground will be confiscated if it is not planted."

Da Kui smashed the kang hard again and again, and the frightened black soil cried.

Mai Blossom turned around and ran to the Westroom, where the seeds and miscellaneous items were piled up, and her shoulders shook and wept.

Third Uncle Yu did not lose his words. After he finished planting his own land, he helped others plant a few more, and the seedlings in his field broke through the soil, and most of the land in Shandong Tun was planted. Third Uncle Yu took his two sons, as well as the eldest brother of the Zhu family, the fourth uncle of the Li family and others to Da Kui's house and began to farm. The ground was planted intermittently for three days, and finally it was finished.

Maihua is naturally grateful. Third Uncle Yu walked to Mai Hua with a cigarette pouch in his mouth and said: Mai Hua, don't say anything, we all escaped from Shandong, don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, Da Kui is like that, the old and young masters of Shandong Tun can't look at your jokes.

After speaking, Uncle Yu dug into Mai Hua's face with his eyes, and then dug again. Uncle Yu thought to himself, this little daughter-in-law should be eighteen this year, she is still so white and handsome, and she is more mature after giving birth than not having children, just like the sorghum ears in autumn, which are all red.

Thinking of this, Third Uncle Yu swallowed his saliva stiffly.

Next, Mai Hua kept reporting the news from the ground to Da Kui.

The seedlings were unearthed.

Grass grows in the ridges.

Da Kui said: It's time to hoe the ground.

Other people's fields have been hoeed, and the season has been missed, and when the wheat flowers are hoeed, it is half a month later than other people's homes. The sun was already a little hot, the wheat flowers were hoeing, the black soil was running wildly in the ground, and he shouted to the wheat flowers from time to time: Mother, there is grass here, and there is grass here.

Mai Hua couldn't care about the black soil shouting, she hoeed the ground fiercely, sweat soaked her clothes, beads of sweat ran down her cheeks, fell to the ground and fell into eight petals and ten petals.

Third Uncle Yu walked over with a cigarette pouch in his mouth, his field had already been hoeed once, and Third Uncle Yu's appearance seemed a little loose and leisurely.

Uncle Yu looked at the busy wheat flowers in the field, and his body showed through the sweaty clothes. Uncle Yu's body began to heat up from bottom to top. He first put his hand on Mai Hua's shoulder, pressed it very weightily, pressed it again, and then went to pick up the hoe in Mai Hua's hand, and pinched Mai Hua's white, round, and round little hands. Uncle Yu was a little amazed, the weather was so hot, the work was so tiring, Mai Hua's skin and bones were still so white and tender, she was really born with a mother's embryo. Third Uncle Yu said Look at your little hands, they are all worn out, hey, yes.

Pinched Mai Hua's hand, Uncle Yu took the hoe in Mai Hua's hand and helped Mai Hua hoe it. Mai Hua took the time to pick up the black soil that had fallen into the ridge and patted the soil off the black soil. She looked at the black soil, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Third Uncle Yu said while hoeing the ground: Maihua, there is no man to help, how can you rely on a woman like you, this job is not something that women can do. Don't expect others, others can help you in the first year of junior high school, but they can't help you in the fifteenth.

Maihua nodded.

In the evening, Mai Hua returned home and said Uncle Yu's words to Da Kui again. Da Kui smashed the kang with his fist, and the sound was still loud.

Mai Hua's heart was also uncomfortable, and she wanted to cry again, but there were no tears, and the tears had already turned into sweat and flowed into her own fields. She was lying on the kang, as if she had fallen apart. She was anxious and bitter, but she couldn't tell Da Kui that the seedlings in the field were thin and yellow, far worse than other people's. She seemed to see a poor harvest in the fall. She could only sigh in her heart.

That day, Mai Hua was hoeing the ground, and suddenly heard Da Kui shouting like crazy: My land, is this still the land?

When she turned around, she saw Da Kui crawling from his house to the ground at some point, his clothes were torn, and his hands were covered with blood, and he looked at the yellow seedlings in his field and cried in despair. He cried and screamed as he frantically pulled the seedlings that he could reach.

Hei Tu was frightened stupid by his father's crazy appearance, he looked at his father blankly, not crying, not crying.

Maihua screamed and pounced, she hugged the crazy Da Kui, and Hei Tu also cried, and the family hugged each other and cried.

Da Kui cried: God, if you open your eyes, take pity on my family.

Heitu called: Father, mother, what's wrong with you.

Five

The withered seedlings in the field make Da Kui desperate, the seedlings in other people's fields are thriving and strong, only their own fields, because they missed the sowing season, and there is not time to serve, yellow and thin, and the seedlings seem to be suffering from tuberculosis.

Honestly, Dakui, who has regarded land and crops as his life for generations, is really desperate. That night, he lay on the kang and cried mournfully for a long time.

Mai Hua listened to the man Da Kui crying like a woman, and the taste in her heart was indescribable. She put the black earth to sleep, and went to her field alone, and she just wanted to go out for a walk, but she came to the field by magic. Under the starlight, she looked at her field in a daze, as if the family had reached a dead end. The unknown insect cries in the mountains and forests and in the grass rang in her ears, but she turned a deaf ear. Da Kui's sorrow for the fields deeply infected her. She had blamed herself a thousand times before this, and she hated herself for being incompetent and not taking good care of her family's fields. In fact, she has tried her best, hoeing the ground every day, her body is scattered and hurting, she is just a woman, and farming is a man's business.

I don't know when, Uncle Yu appeared beside her with a cigarette pouch in his mouth. It wasn't until Third Uncle Yu spoke that she found out about Third Uncle Yu.

Third Uncle Yu said in a moist voice in the dark: Maihua, I don't blame you for making this field like this, farming and harvesting are the work of men, and you are tired and tired of a woman's family, and I can't bear it when I see it.

Uncle Yu's words touched the soft place of the wheat flower, and she cried sadly. Uncle Yu's big hand wasted no time in reaching over and resting on Mai Huarou's soft shoulder. Third Uncle Yu said again: Maihua, you are suffering and tired, I feel uncomfortable when I look at it, Da Kui is like that, let you be a female baby, and you are wronged.

Uncle Yu's words made Mai Hua's heart very soft, she seemed to have finally found a reason to cry, she really let it out, cried a breath, and cried again. In this way, she felt much better.

Uncle Yu has been squatting beside her, and his big heavy hand is touching her soft shoulder, as if to comfort her and encourage her. After Mai Hua stopped crying, Uncle Yu threw away the cigarette pouch in his other hand, and with his free hand, he hugged Mai Hua in his arms. Mai Hua was startled, struggled for a moment and said: Third Uncle Yu, what are you doing here?

Third Uncle Yu said with a stinking mouth: Maihua, the third uncle misses you, as long as you promise me, I will take care of the things in your field. You've got to rely on a man.

At this time, Mai Hua's mind was blank, she thought of the desperate and sad Da Kui, and the ignorant black soil, and their family was counting on the crops grown in the land in front of them to survive the year.

Speaking of this, Third Uncle Yu pressed Mai Hua under him, and he started to untie Mai Hua's clothes. Maihua did not struggle or resist, but she was not submissive. Just when the third uncle's big hand reached for Mai Hua's belt, Mai Hua suddenly stopped Yu Sanshu's movements with her hand.

She said calmly: Third Uncle Yu, will you really take care of my family's land in the future?

Third Uncle Yu was already incoherent, he said: Take care, how can you not take care of it, as long as you promise me, your family's land is my land.

Maihua let go of the hand that was blocking.

Uncle Yu drove straight in. Mai Hua lay there numb and stiff, she turned her head, avoiding the third uncle's puffing mouth of smoke, and she looked at her own field. At that moment, she seemed to see the seedlings in her field growing joints, and she seemed to see hope again, and she cried out happily.

Uncle Yu said frantically: Maihua, Maihua, you, your land, it's so good, it's good......

Third Uncle Yu really didn't lose his words. Since then, Third Uncle Yu has often frequented Maihua's land. He helped the wheat flower hoe the first time, and then the second time. The soil in the field was soft, and there was much less grass. The seedlings grew a little better, first as high as their knees, and then as tall as their waists. There is still a gap between Maihua's land and other people's land, but after all, she sees hope again.

Uncle Yu came from a few different places, Mai Hua was standing waist-deep in the field pulling weeds, and the black soil was hiding in the grass at the edge of the field to catch grasshoppers. As soon as the third uncle came, he threw the wheat flowers into the waist-deep crop field, which had long been able to hide people.

When the two stood up, Third Uncle Yu bent down to help Mai Hua pull the weeds, and pulled out a breath and pulled another breath. Then Uncle Yu coughed dryly and said: Maihua, I'm gone, it's time to pull weeds from my own land.

After speaking, Uncle Yu flashed away and walked back to his own field. Mai Hua didn't say anything, wiped the sweaty hair from the corners of her eyes with her hand, raised her eyes to see the black soil still playing on the ground, and bent her waist into the field.

When Third Uncle Yu was helping Maihua hoe the ground for the third time, Uncle Yu's two sons with big shoulders and round waists appeared in front of them, one of them snatched the hoe from Third Uncle Yu's hand, and the other pushed Third Uncle Yu and said: Your own land has not been hoeed yet, you have the heart to help others hoe the ground.

Third Uncle Yu was pushed away by his two sons.

Before this, the affairs of Mai Hua and Third Uncle Yu were already full of storms, but Mai Hua had been kept in the dark. In fact, she doesn't care about fame anymore, she values her own fields, and how much grain she can plant in the fall. After the two sons appeared, Uncle Yu didn't seem to have the opportunity to come to the wheat blossom field. As soon as he appeared, his son arrived immediately, and he couldn't help but say, pushing and shoving and pushing Uncle Yu away. Uncle Yu twisted his neck and said: Maihua, when I finish my own work, I will help you.

Third Uncle Yu just said that he had no temper at all in front of his two big-shouldered and round-waisted sons. Since then, Uncle Yu has lost the opportunity to serve Maihua.

Mai Hua squatted in the field and whimpered and cried, she didn't know why she was crying, she was sad, sad, desperate.

After that, occasionally one or two men of all ages in the tunzi appeared in front of her unexpectedly and said: Maihua, you and I will do a job for you once.

Mai Hua scolded: Get out, you king eight calves.

As soon as the man left, Maihua cried again. She knew that no man would really help her. It's really hard to move an inch in a day without men.

Da Kui climbed to his own field twice more, and when he saw the poor crops, his mood was much better than before.

At night, Da Kui and Mai Hua were lying on the kang, and Da Kui sighed and said: Mai Hua, it was all me who dragged you and made you a woman's family suffer.

Mai Hua said: Da Kui, don't say such things, didn't you make this for this family?!

Da Kui said again: It's really better for me to live like this than to die, let a woman live, and my face is red when I think about it.

Mai Hua hurriedly stretched out her hand and covered Da Kui's mouth with her hand, she remembered the loving days they had before Da Kui was not injured, and couldn't help crying again.

Da Kui comforted, and held Mai Hua in his arms, as a crippled man, he could only do so much.

After a while, Da Kui said: Maihua, you can find another man, I won't stop you.

Mai Hua shook her head desperately in Da Kui's arms, she thought of the days she had with Third Uncle Yu again, and felt that she really couldn't stand Da Kui. Since the day she married Da Kui, she thought about it, she was born as a member of the Da Kui family, and died as a ghost of the Da Kui family.

Da Kui said again: Maihua, what I said is true, you are only eighteen this year, and the days are still long, how can you go on like this.

Mai Hua buried her head in Da Kui's arms and whimpered and cried again.

Mai Hua met the Henan people Sixi, so the life of Mai Hua's family changed again.