After Zhenhua had lunch, he heard his mother talk about Xiulian's delivery of books.

At first, he didn't believe it, but when he saw the books in the room, he was in a trance for a long time.

He didn't know what Xiulian meant, he was married, so why did he run to provoke himself? Could it be that he took pity on himself and left a few broken books to pass the time for himself, lest he farm at home and get out of his nerve because there was no entertainment activity?

Thinking of this, Zhenhua's heart was on fire, and he didn't read those books, but directly mentioned them under the stove, and said to his mother: "When I cook tomorrow, burn these books." ”

The figure at the door flashed, but it was Qi Lei who came.

"Auntie, I'll talk to Zhenhua. Qi Lei said hello to Zhenhua's mother, dragged Zhenhua to the door, stood in the shade of the tree, and said, "Has Xiulian been to your house?

Zhenhua frowned: "How do you know?"

Qi Lei shook his head and smiled: "She told me herself, and she also sent me more than a dozen books." ”

Zhenhua was silent.

Qi Lei said again: "She also told me that she won't come back in the future, and she won't need those books anymore, so let me keep them for her." He also said that I could deal with it, burn it and throw it away. Tell me, what does Annette Lu mean?"

Zhenhua shook his head: "How do I know?"

Qi Lei asked, "In the book she gave you, did she write a letter to say anything?"

Zhenhua shook his head: "No, I didn't watch it." ”

"Then hurry up and take a look!" Qi Lei couldn't help but say, pulling Zhenhua back into the house.

Zhenhua had no choice but to carry the stack of books from under the stove to his room, untie the rope, and look through them with Qi Lei one by one.

I searched through all the books, but I couldn't find any letters.

Qi Lei touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "I understand, Annette Lu...... This means to make a decision, that is, not to deal with us in the future, so that we forget about her. ”

"Almost. Zhenhua nodded, pushed Qi Lei outward, and said, "I'm going to pick peanut seedlings, you go home and think about it slowly." In the future, don't mention Annette Lu in front of me, I don't know her. ”

Qi Lei looked at the books and said, "You don't know Lu Xiulian anymore, give me her books too." ”

"I'll keep those books and sell them for scrap, why should I give them to you? You can go back too, I'll go to work." Zhenhua pushed Qi Lei all the way out of the door, touched the flat rope by the door, and walked towards Donggangtou.

"Sick!" Qi Lei scolded Zhao Zhenhua and went back stupidly.

……

As Liu Zhigao said, when people's hearts are stable, life will be simple, and they will not be tired of living.

Since Zhenhua made up his mind to be a farmer, life has been much simpler, he doesn't think about anything every day, and his father and mother will do whatever they want.

Zhao Chenghai saw everything about his son and was very satisfied. Although the father and son usually do not communicate, Zhao Chenghai's attitude towards his son is obviously much more relaxed, and he rarely slaps the table and glares.

Even, in front of others, Zhao Chenghai praised his son a few words, saying that his son can be civil and martial, and he is decent in farming.

The fields were dry for ten days, and in a blink of an eye, when it was time to cut the rice, the autumn harvest officially kicked off.

Before the rice is harvested, every household has to level the threshing floor in front of the door.

Zhao Chenghai took his wife and son to hoe the threshing floor in front of the door with an area of nearly one acre, and then drove the old buffalo, dragged the wooden rake to rake the hoeed soil skin flat, and then crushed and compacted it with a stone stone, and then raked it up, and then crushed and compacted it......

After the initial leveling of the ground is completed, water is splashed, the soil skin is soaked, and then the grass and wood ash are sprinkled, and the ground is gently swept again, and the stone is pulled by manpower to flatten and compact.

In this way, there is a very smooth threshing floor, like the concrete floor in the city.

This process is simple to say, but it is actually quite labor-intensive.

Zhao Chenghai was not in a hurry, he took his time step by step, and taught his son to make cattle by the way.

In ancient times, when people were studying, they had to learn the six arts of a gentleman, such as etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics; those who practiced martial arts had to learn eighteen kinds of weapons, such as swords, guns, and clubs.

There are also compulsory courses for farmers who farm, which roughly include the following aspects: chopping and cutting, ropes and ropes, big picking, throwing grain and sowing seeds, plowing and raking the fields, playing the field, and piling grass and hoarding grain.

Chopping and chopping is to make and maintain simple farm tools, such as changing a shovel and hoe;

Rope rope rope is rope making. For example, the neck rope of driving a bull is as thick as a child's arm, and it is not sold in the market, so it must be made by itself. There is also a whip for the ox, which must be twisted up with the bottom line of the shoe, and when it is waved, the wind is swishing, and with a light whip, the slow old buffalo can be whipped into four hooves and galloped, racing over thousands of miles.

Throwing grain and sowing seeds is sowing seeds, and it should be even, and there should be no favoritism over the other.

Physical work such as lifting, as long as you have the strength, Zhenhua is ignorant of other technical work, completely black, and can only learn step by step.

Ploughing the fields, harrowing the fields, and threshing the fields, are the work of the oxen.

Zhao Chenghai first started by making cattle and slowly trained his son.

Fortunately, the old buffalo raised at home is very gentle, and the routines are skillful, and Zhenhua has no trouble, and he has learned the routines of raking and beating on the threshing floor in front of the door.

Zhao Chenghai smoked a cigarette, squatted in front of the door to watch his son make a cow, and finally showed a long-lost smile on his face.

But Cuihong was not very happy, she was worried about her son's marriage.

The last time Zhao Zhenhua stopped the car and made a joy, Hao Guolan held a grudge. This professional matchmaker, who eats hundreds of meals, has been preaching everywhere since that day, saying that Zhao Zhenhua, the son of Zhao Chenghai of the third group of Dongwan, is mentally ill and has not been admitted to university, and he is in a hurry. also said that Qi Lei of the East Bay Group is a drunken maniac, often drunk, often incontinent, and pee on the crotch of his pants......

After Hao Guolan's unremitting publicity and dissemination, Zhao Zhenhua and Qi Lei are about to become celebrities in Sanxiang and Wuli, and wherever they go, their backbones are cold.

Cuihong is worried about this, Hao Guolan continues to publicize like this, Zhenhua's reputation is ruined, can he still find a partner in his hometown?

Zhao Chenghai was not too worried, and said to his wife: "Don't care what Hao Guolan says, when the rice is sold after the autumn, I will buy materials to build a house." It's easy to build a house, but with pond plaster, are you worried that there is no donkey to roll?"

After the threshing floor is leveled, the autumn harvest officially begins.

Zhenhua's ten acres of rice were all cut down with a sickle, one by one.

Handfuls of rice straws cut from grass and rice are called 'rice handles' in the countryside. These rice handles should be carried back to the threshing floor in front of the door with a flat rope, shaken evenly, drive the old ox, drag the stones, and crush the rice.

Fortunately, Zhenhua's parents can still do it, and this year there is more Zhenhua as a whole laborer, so the autumn harvest is relatively easy.

In the process of cutting rice, occasionally on rainy days, Zhenhua can also go to the house of the third master of Gao and fight with him for two games.

Moreover, Zhenhua also took two days to help Qi Lei pick rice.

Qi Lei's family has a shortage of labor and many fields. Qi Lei himself is also thin and small, and he is not as good as Zhenhua in his work.

That day, the two of them picked up rice for the morning, and when they were drinking at noon, Qi Lei sighed and said: "Zhenhua, the labor method in our hometown needs to be improved, and we always rely on manpower to farm like this, and we are tired to death! I have been carrying the burden for a few days, and my waist is about to break!"

"Save it!" Zhenhua shook his head and said, "Do you still remember what the teacher said in the geography class of the first year of high school?

Qi Lei pursed his lips and was speechless.

Qi Lei also remembers the scene in class that day.

The geography teacher analyzed the topography and transportation methods of his hometown, and specially asked the students, what is the transportation mode of his hometown?

The students' answers were varied, some said it was a tractor, some said it was a flatbed car, and some said it was a donkey cart.

As a result, the teacher said two words ruthlessly: shoulder pick!

On the spot, the whole class sighed, and only then did they deeply understand the poverty and backwardness of their hometown.

Zhenhua looked at the rice handles on the threshing floor outside the door, and said: "I heard that the great plains in the north are transported and cultivated by tractors. But our situation here is that there are no roads and no cars, so what else can we do except shoulder picking?"

"The main thing is that there is no money, and if you have money to buy a tractor, you can naturally build roads. Qi Lei said.

"There used to be roads, organic roads, but later, they were all dug up. Those older generation of peasants in the village are not aware enough!" Zhenhua sighed.

Zhenhua's family has a rice field, next to the machine farming road. But his father, Zhao Chenghai, digs a little bit on the roadbed every year to expand the area of his own fields. The people on the other side of the road are also slowly encroaching on the roadbed, and after a few years, the original five-foot-wide machine-cultivated road is now only more than a foot wide......

Qi Lei thought for a while and said: "Zhenhua, there is no hope in my hometown, think of another way, go out and find a job." ”

Zhenhua smiled: "You are very aggressive, you can go out first, there is a way, and then take me." ”

Qi Lei sighed and said entangledly: "I also want to go out, but my mother said that let me get married first, and after I get married, I will not be left alone." ”

"Married?, did you say a good partner?" Zhenhua was a little surprised.

"It's not easy to ask for a wife? There are women everywhere, just ask for one. Qi Lei said indifferently.

Zhenhua smiled, shook his head and said, "Do you think begging for a wife is begging? It's easy to beg for food, and people will give you a bite of the leftovers." It's hard to ask for a wife, who still has a superfluous wife, look at you pitiful, give you one? If begging for a wife is as easy as begging for food, the old pockmarked son Song Rengui has now begged for eighteen wives!"

Qi Lei also smiled, waved his hand and said: "It's not easy for you to please a wife, that's your business, it doesn't mean me! I tell you, if I want, I can get married at the end of the year." ”

Zhenhua didn't believe it at all, and sneered: "Hey, it turns out that you still have a ready-made object hidden?

Qi Lei rolled his eyes and said fiercely: "Actually, there are many girls who like me, but I don't like others." Don't worry, I must find a wife who is more beautiful than Annette Lu, with an education level, at least a high school graduate!"

Hearing Lu Xiulian's three words, Zhenhua immediately stopped speaking and silently drank the wine in the glass.

Qi Lei was still chattering, and said: "By the way, I heard that Xiulian and her brother Lu Shengsong are going to ask for a wife, and they are southerners brought back by Ji Sanbao." ”

"People get married, and they have a fart relationship with you, eat, eat!" Zhenhua said angrily.

"Hehe, it seems that you haven't forgotten about Xiulian. As soon as you talk about Xiulian, you stare at you. Qi Lei smiled and said: "After Xiulian returned to the door that time, she really didn't come back, and she didn't come back once......

Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei, turned around and went to the stove to serve rice. Zhenhua didn't want to know all the news about Xiulian, because Xiulian had nothing to do with herself.