Zhenhua smiled and went to class.

The two female teachers pegged Deng Weixuan again and inquired about the story of Song Jiacai.

Deng Weixuan is a kind person, and he told the story of Song Jiacai in the original place.

Only then did the two female teachers know the story between Song Jiacai and Tieqiao, and shook their heads and sighed. Of course, the sigh is only for the iron bridge. For Song Jiacai, the two female teachers only have contempt and disgust.

After school in the afternoon, Zhenhua stopped by to find Song Jiacai.

Song Jiacai drank wine at noon, and just got up at this time, sitting in front of the door in a daze.

Zhenhua walked over and said, "Jiacai, Yaxing has been a lot lately, I heard that you often play the flute under the back window of the two female teachers, right?"

Song Jiacai's face turned red, but he didn't speak.

Zhenhua continued: "The two female teachers asked me to tell you, don't sing affectionately in the future, they don't understand music, no matter how well you play, you will also play the piano to the cow." ”

Song Jiacai quibbled: "I played the flute in the field, and I didn't play it for them!"

"Okay, okay, don't blow it in the future, the teacher has to change the homework at night. Zhenhua threw a cigarette to Song Jiacai, and said: "If you can't play the flute and blow your wife, do it well, maybe Tieqiao will come back in the future." ”

Song Jiacai's eyes were red, and he shook his head and said, "She won't come back, I'm sorry for her......"

"I know that I am sorry for others, so I will work hard and live a good life with my son. Lixin is the son of Tieqiao, and I think Tieqiao will come back. Zhenhua said.

Song Jiacai looked at his son who was playing and shook his head silently.

"You work hard, build a few houses, and when you come back after the iron bridge, you will see that you are rich, and you will not leave. Zhenhua patted Song Jiacai's shoulder and turned away.

However, Tieqiao never returned, and two months passed, and there was not even a letter.

Zhenhua felt that Tieqiao was ruthless, her son was still here, why didn't she care at all?

It's autumn again.

Dongwan Village, as in previous years, has started a busy season.

During the autumn harvest, Zhenhua once again proposed to restore the machine farming road, but once again failed. The biggest obstacle is still veteran party member Xia Wansong.

After several successive negotiations to no avail, Zhenhua also cooled down and gave up the idea of restoring the machine farming road. Everyone can settle for it, and so will it. In the words of the third master, who is not a man, who is not a man? You can pick 200 catties in one load, and I can pick 2,000 taels in one load!

It was Sunday, Zhenhua followed behind Wang Xiang and Liu Zhigao with a load of rice handles, and the three of them shouted the trumpet and rushed forward.

Liu Zhigao lived in the front row, unloaded the rice handle on his shoulder on the threshing floor of his house, turned his head to look at Zhenhua, and said with a smile: "Zhenhua still has to come on, your rice handle, compared with Uncle Xiang, is forty catties worse!"

"No, I feel like it's two hundred pounds!" Zhenhua said.

"You don't have to blow it, take it off and weigh it. Liu Zhigao followed with a smile, ready to weigh the rice handle that Zhenhua picked.

Wang Xiang also unloaded his shoulders on his threshing floor and brought the big scale for buying pigs.

The three men were also idle, and they really weighed the burden that Zhenhua picked up.

The results came out, Zhenhua's burden was one hundred and eighty pounds, and Wang Xiang's burden was two hundred and thirty pounds!

Zhenhua was speechless: "Uncle Xiang is really the best man in Dongwan Village, and the burden of more than two hundred catties is like walking and playing." ”

Wang Xiang smiled: "This is a fart! Just ask your father, more than ten years ago, the production team went to the grain station to hand over the grain, and the man was one person and one load, each load was two hundred and eighty pounds, and he was only allowed to rest once on the five-mile road. Now, hehe...... It's so ruthless, just pick a thick bundle, lift the upper shoulder, and pull the upper ridge!"

Zhenhua smiled, admired again, and sighed: "No wonder you don't want to plow the road, all of them are like cattle, if you start to be ruthless, the soil in the field can be picked back!"

Wang Xiang said: "It's not that you don't want to go if you have a lot of strength, it's just that you are used to picking up burdens, and it doesn't matter if you have a machine farming road." You have to build a road and use a tractor to pull rice to go home, and it is estimated that your father still says that you are lazy. ”

Zhenhua nodded, thinking deeply.

The older generation of peasants is more hard-working than this generation, and they are also accustomed to carrying burdens in this way.

But where are young people accustomed to such a way? With a burden of more than 200 pounds, how many young people can stir it up?

Lazy people, what's wrong with it? Only lazy people can promote scientific and technological progress. The purpose of scientific and technological development is to liberate labor and create conditions for human laziness!

But this truth doesn't make sense with the old guys in Dongwan Village.

After the autumn harvest, it is autumn planting, and Dongwan Village and even the entire Hedong Town have started rapeseed transplanting, abandoning the extensive cultivation in the past.

Zheng Huailiang sighed when he saw such a change, and often said to others: "What I didn't do when I was the village party secretary, let Zhao Zhenhua and Zhuo Yilan do it." This couple is not simple, not simple!"

Autumn planting has just begun, but it has suffered a severe drought.

The three groups of more than 20 acres of water surface of the master pond finally got to the bottom of the sky, and the villagers simply gave up their farm work and came to a fishing competition.

There are not many fish in the pond, but there are many shrimp. These shrimps are also called crayfish.

The people in the village were busy catching fish, but Yilan and Zhenhua were together to catch those lobsters with dragnets. After half a day's work, Zhenhua harvested 500 catties of lobsters and picked them all back home.

Wang Xiang didn't understand it very much, and said: "Zhenhua, what do you want this lobster for? You like to eat this? ”

"Who's going to eat this? Zhenhua said.

"Feed the pigs? I don't think the pigs eat this thing. Wang Xiang shook his head again and again.

Indeed, in the countryside where fish and shrimp crawl all over the ground, lobsters and crabs have no oil and water, and no one really eats them.

In the entire Dongwan Village, poor people like Song Jiacai, when they were not in stock, relied on shrimp and crabs to fill their hunger. Most of Xiao Lixin's meals throughout the day are miscellaneous fish and shrimps, crab roe loaches, yellow eels and the like. I ate too many fishy things, and Xiao Lixin's body even had a fishy smell.

But for Zhuo Yilan, these lobsters, which no one wants, are the treasures of scientific pig raising, which can be used to make fish bone meal.

She boiled the lobster in salted water, fished it out and exposed it to the threshing floor. After drying, it is crushed with a feed machine, stored and mixed with pig feed later.

——Many years later, crayfish suddenly became popular all over the world. Zhenhua said to others: Decades ago, we didn't eat pigs in Dongwan Village! Those who heard it didn't believe it, thinking that Zhenhua was bragging, Zhenhua could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

But Zhenhua himself still maintained the habit of Dongwan Village and rarely ate shrimp and crabs. He, like Xiao Lixin, was tired of eating when he was a child, and he was full when he saw this thing.

After the autumn planting work was over, Qi Lei came back and made a special trip to Zhenhua to discuss things.

(Third Update.) In less than three months, I wrote nearly 600,000 words, and some of them can't write, haha, did you give a reward of one dollar to buy a spicy strip for the author to refresh himself?)

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