Bian Rui opened directly: "Uncle Wu, you don't fan your aunt at home, what are you doing here at this time?"

After hearing this, Old Man Wu smiled and stretched out his hand to tap Bian Rui twice, and then asked Old Man Yan: "Old Yan, go to planing peanuts in the afternoon, the peanuts we planted should be harvested."

Bian Rui glanced at the two old men and asked curiously, "You also planted peanuts, where did you grow them?"

Old Man Wu smiled and said, "What's the matter, look down on us two old men? I told you kid that we used to be able to plant the land, unlike you kid who is a fake."

"No, how can I look down on you two," Bian Rui said.

Old Man Yan stretched out his finger and pointed to the small slope on the west side: "On the small slope over there, Old Man Wu and I have opened a small piece of land, and it is not much bigger, and it is not much bigger, and it is not bad to plant some peanuts."

Bian Rui listened and said, "Okay, I'll come over in the afternoon to help you harvest peanuts."

Old Man Wu said: "While going, we only let you come over to collect so much, how can we enjoy the joy of the harvest, your land has been collected, how can we let you take advantage."

Bian Rui smiled and asked, "Our peanuts have been harvested?"

"Collected, all the peanuts planted in your village have been collected, and the machines invited have not been pulled for an hour and a half, and your family has collected two or three bags, by the way, is this the peanut dried in your drying field, haven't you seen it?"

Bian Shan shook his head: "That may be sunburned, hey, I missed it, the flowers are only in the mouth."

Bian Rui slapped his thigh with a look of annoyance, and the two old men only remembered that the kid in front of him was a master of making peanuts. Thinking of the salted peanuts made by Bian Rui, the two old men couldn't help but swallow their saliva again, to say that the salted peanuts made by Bian Rui with a little wine are really delicious.

"Why don't we bring some peanuts to you in the evening?" said the old man.

Bian Rui said: "What are you thinking, you want to deceive me with some peanuts and wine, your abacus is too good."

Old Man Wu scratched his head in embarrassment: "Why don't we bring another plate of preserved eggs?"

Bian Rui couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "You are really a witch old buckle, you have hidden a lot of jars of wine in my cellar, why can't you contribute a jar?"

Old Man Wu shook his head and said, "No, I only have a few jars, and this will last until the next year."

"In the coming year, you don't want autumn wine?" Bian Rui asked curiously.

When the old man heard Bian Rui ask, he sighed and replied: "You don't know, two days ago, your uncle checked the cellar and found that there were a few jars of wine that were not sealed.

"And this statement?" Bian Rui felt strange, he had never heard that the wine in the cellar had not been sealed, like how could these jobs be done by novices, novices could only work on the side, and they felt strange in their hearts and thought that they would have time to ask in the future.

"I only have two jars in autumn," Old Man Yan stretched out two fingers.

"If you don't have it, drink less, just get one or two live blood every night, it's not good to drink no matter how you say it, it's especially excessive, uncle, don't learn from some people" Bian Rui said with a smile.

Old Man Wu pouted his lips and said, "Your kid used to look pleasing to the eye, but now he looks like a sycophant."

Bian Rui laughed twice: "Don't care what I'm good at, I'll go back to cooking, and I'll go to your two fields to get some peanuts in the afternoon."

After speaking, Bian Rui stood up, said goodbye to the two old men and prepared to go home.

"Wait, I'll go with you, you can still have a hot meal at your house" Old man Yan didn't know what he was eating at noon, and when he saw that Bian Rui was leaving, he asked to go with Bian Rui.

Old Man Wu looked at it and said, "Why don't you eat and drink at noon?"

"What do you drink at noon?" said Old Man Yan.

The old man said this, but his eyes could glance straight to Bian Rui's side, so that he could know that he really wanted to drink.

Bian Rui saw that he didn't want to be at night, so he immediately said: "Okay, but let's go to your field and allocate some peanuts, the flower peanuts are much better than the old peanuts."

"Okay, let's go, wait for me to ride my little donkey," the old man said troublesomely, and ran back to his house.

After a while, Bian Rui heard the sound of a small moped in the yard next to him, as well as the voice of the old man Wu.

"Old woman, I'm going to Bian Rui's house for lunch, you eat at your own house, I made the noodles in the pot, you add some ......."

Bian Rui heard the old man's voice, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Waiting for the old man Wu to come out, the two motorcycles rushed towards the peanut field planted by the two old men one after the other.

When he arrived at the place, Bian Rui saw it, and his heart sighed, because the peanut seedlings in the field of the two old men were small, not only were they small leaves but also had no energy, so they knew that it was still a problem whether to eat the peanuts today.

"How?"

Old Man Wu pointed at the peanut and asked Bian Rui.

Bian Rui stopped the car and didn't go to the nearest peanut seedling, stretched out his hand and immediately dialed the seedling, and looked at the peanut fruit below, there were not even ten under one seedling, and they were all small.

"The variety we grow is small peanuts."

Bian Rui didn't respond to the master's words, but kicked twice in the mud with his foot, and pushed the soil away, and Bian Rui pulled out three pen worms from this small pit.

The so-called pen worm is actually the meat of peanuts, and after eating, it will become such a chrysalis, the pupa is a bit like the old fountain pen in the past, there is a hook on the tail side, and the body can't move anywhere, only the chrysalis head can't stop twisting around.

"Wow, what a big worm," said the witch master.

Bian Rui said: "Your land has been destroyed by them! How can a handful of seedlings bear this peanut ......."

As he spoke, he plucked the seedlings, and he dialed three handfuls in a row, and there were two or three pen bugs in each pit.

"Oops, we forgot about it," Master Wu patted his head.

Bian Rui clapped his hands: "Don't forget, let's drive the chickens over in the afternoon, you can't cheapen these insects, you see how fat you raise them."

"And what about noon?"

Bian Rui thought for a while and said: "I'll go and see who else has peanuts that haven't been dried yet, so I can only go home and get some, no matter how I say it, it's better than old peanuts."

"That's all there is to it," said the old man.

The two old men now looked at this peanut field, and suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears, and the two were ready to have a bumper harvest, who knew that they had not planted the land for decades, and they forgot about this insect, and there was no prevention and control so that they would destroy the land.

The peanut field is like this, naturally there is nothing to say, the two motorcycles went to the yard of Bian Rui's house one after the other, and when they entered the village, Rui first went to the drying field to take a look, and found that the peanuts of the thirteenth uncle's family were the latest, so they put two or three catties in a bag and carried them on the motorcycle.

When he got home, Bian Rui began to pack up his things and prepare for cooking, arranged for two old men to peel peanuts, and he happened to kill the yellow eel here, in addition to the yellow eel, he also made a wind chicken, and he didn't know which one sent it, anyway, it was the yellow eel's return gift.

The servants had prepared their meal, and gathered around the small table and drank under the old ginkgo tree.

While chatting, Old Man Wu raised his head, looked at the sky and asked, "Where is the smoke?"

Bian Rui listened and glanced at it and found that there was a small smoke in the sky, and it was in the west, so he immediately threw down his chopsticks: "I'll go, it's not good, it's on fire."

When the old man heard this, he immediately asked, "Are you sure?"

Bian Rui said: "Of course I am sure, at this time, there is a fire on the other side of the drying field."

Saying that, Bian Rui threw down his chopsticks, poked a small bucket and ran to the motorcycle, but the old man Wu shouted slowly and didn't follow Bian Rui.

All the way to the drying field, sure enough, a haystack burned like a torch. Originally, the weather is hot now, and if the grass stack is watered from time to time, the temperature inside accumulates high, and spontaneous combustion may occur, although the probability is small, but it does not mean that it will not happen.

But today the fire does not seem to have spontaneously combusted, but someone set it on fire, and the little ones who set it on fire are now being picked up and standing in the drying field. The circle is all small, the youngest is four or five years old, and the eldest is seven or eight years old, and the daughter of the Bian Rui family is also one of them, and all the little faces are sticky with black ash.

By the time Bian Rui carried the little red bucket, the fire had been extinguished, and more than a dozen people had almost poured the fire with a bucket each, and the villagers had long been experienced in fire prevention, the haystacks would not be built together, and there was a distance of three or four meters in the middle, even if they wanted to burn, they couldn't burn anything else.

After asking Bian Rui, he understood, a kid stole five or six eggs from home, and then prepared to fry eggs to eat, what to fry them with?

I don't know what these little hairy heads think, isn't it fragrant to fry at home at will, I have to come here to fry, and I have lit up the haystacks here.

The fire was extinguished, whose child was taken away, Bian Rui saw that everyone else had brought back his child, so he also took his little girl in his hand and put it on the pedal of the scooter and stood.

At this time, the difference in size is reflected, those seven or eight years old, whether the father or the mother is pulling, after the hand is pulled, it is immediately cleaned up.

There are really various ways to fight, some are pumped with their hands, and some are kicked with their feet, Bian Rui's fifteenth brother got off the belt directly, and greeted him according to his little cub's belly.

While beating the child, the parents also asked the wrong yes, where was the mistake and so on, some of the little guys are howling, hoping to recruit the elders, and some of the little guys are hard to beat without saying a word, anyway, these adults have to extinguish the fire in their hearts.

As for the younger ones, no one will fight, because everyone knows that this age is only worthy of being an accomplice, and no one will listen to the younger children, and the children usually do not have the opportunity to speak at this time, just say a word and don't take you to play, and the little ones will suddenly be honest.

It is estimated that there have been countless scenes like this in this drying field over the years, and everyone has come over like this, who still doesn't know the twists and turns.

Before he walked out of the drying field, the older generation came out to see this scene, and came to say don't fight, everyone put their hands away, wore belts, and sorted out clothes for children, and thought they were all fakes just now.

So with the children's sobbing, the big guys went back to their respective homes with the fire extinguishing equipment they had brought.