When he arrived at the field, Canghai saw that the third uncle was sitting on the plough to rest, the noose on the ugly donkey had been untied, and now he was hanging his head and eating the grass that had just come out of the ground.

When the ugly donkey saw Canghai, he snorted and came over with a roar.

When the third uncle saw Canghai coming, he smiled and said, "Why did you raise a monkey again, this thing consumes only food and can't work."

"Third uncle, this is an orangutan, it saved my life, if it wasn't for it, it would have died in the United States" Canghai explained again.

Hearing that he had saved his nephew's life, Cang Shiyuan solemnly glanced at Tie Tou and said, "That's what should be raised."

"Third uncle, I'll come" Canghai rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take over the ploughing from the third uncle.

For his nephew to plough the land, Cang Shiyuan was a little worried: "Are you okay?"

"I grew up in the village since I was a child, and I didn't do much work," Canghai said as he put the cover on the ground on the ugly donkey's body, and the cover had several parts, like a soft circle of hay, which was tied around the neck of the animal, which could not only protect the neck of the animal from being held by the wooden tripod, but also facilitate the animal's strength.

In addition to the clothes around the neck, there are also pads on the backs of the animals, plus a few ropes, the whole set of tools is passed down from generation to generation, Canghai has no ability to change these, or according to the old way to put the ugly donkey up.

Seeing that Cang Hai's movements were not very skilled, there was nothing wrong with them, so Cang Shiyuan stood up and let go of the plow sitting under his buttocks.

Hanging up the plow, Canghai held the plough with one hand and the reins of the ugly donkey with the other, and gently shook the plow and pulled the plow into the field by the ugly donkey.

Cang Shiyuan has already ploughed out two ridges, so Canghai helped the plough to the head of the ridge to correct the plow, let the plow sink into the ground, after a gentle drink, the ugly donkey pulled the plough step by step, as the ugly donkey exerted force, a piece of loess turned up from the side of the plough shovel.

Seeing the loess turned up, Canghai then understood why the third aunt let herself come over in rubber boots, because this year's loess is no longer like last year's plough turned out of the soil is scattered, this year's loess obviously has some moisture, and the soil turned out is a piece, although it is still not like the southern land is clumped, but it is really much better than last year.

The ugly donkey has a lot of strength, so the plough eats deep enough soil, and after plowing a ridge again, the speed of the ugly donkey does not decrease at all.

"Good donkey!" Cang Shiyuan couldn't help but praise the ugly donkey again.

For a farmer's family, even if such a land is ploughed with a strong ox, I am afraid that it will be the effect of an ugly donkey, but what is the price of a strong bull? Two donkeys may not be exchanged.

"Haiwazi, I'll buy a big female donkey in two days, let your donkey be a breed, and then give birth to a sturdy little donkey" Cang Shiyuan suddenly thought that he also had an ugly donkey.

"Okay, just get the donkey," Canghai said with a smile.

Cang Shiyuan said a word, and saw that the eldest nephew was plowing the field, so he walked to the side and chatted with Wei Wenkui, who was resting not far away, the two were not only neighbors but also close relatives, and the third aunt Wei Qin was Wei Wenkui's own sister, the eldest brother and brother-in-law.

Canghai held the plow, watching the sharp and snowy plow deep into the soil, a piece of loess from the plough to the side, making a subtle sound, listening to it for a long time seems to have become a piece of music, playing Canghai whole body and mind are relaxed.

Holding the plough in his hand and feeling the steady strength of the ugly donkey, the iron plough is almost moving at an even speed, turning up pieces of loess, and the newly turned soil ditch seems to be the stave of life, which is beautiful and makes people drunk for a while.

At this moment, Canghai's mind was not thinking about plowing the field, but thinking about the land under his feet, his father had cultivated like himself, and before his father, his grandfather had also driven the livestock like himself, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell on the yellow earth under his feet.

Now I repeat the things of my father and ancestors and my ancestors, and I feel a little emotional, I feel that I seem to have been born to belong to the land under my feet, and when I cultivate this piece of land, I seem to be able to experience the state of mind of my parents and ancestors, with joy and yearning, hoping that my hard-working hands can get rich returns on this land, and after the harvest, I will raise my wife and children with the output of the land and comfort my ancestors.

Canghai's expression became more and more focused, as if plowing the field as a major event to do, and at this moment Canghai seemed to have become a real farmer, vaguely understanding the meaning of the land, and understanding the joy and longing in a farmer's heart.

From east to west, and then turn the plow and from west to east, what seemed very boring before, now Canghai is also relishing.

"Haiwazi, take a break, even if you don't stop, let the animals rest for a while, let the ugly donkey drink a few sips of water and eat grass for a while. You baby only know how to plow the land and don't know how to take care of the livestock, this field is not ploughed in a day, the livestock should be used a little tightly, not to mention that before you come back, the ugly donkey has already ploughed more than ten acres of land."

Seeing Canghai plowing back and forth, and preparing to plow a ridge, Wei Wenkui yelled at Canghai.

Hearing Wei Wenkui say this, Canghai stopped, put down the plow, untied the shelf on the ugly donkey, and let the ugly donkey go to the side to gnaw a few mouthfuls of grass, and he came to Wei Wenkui and Cang Shiyuan's side, and sat down directly on the ground.

Wei Wenkui looked at Canghai: "Yes, you kid hasn't forgotten the farm work in your hand yet."

"It's actually quite difficult to forget" Canghai stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his head, and with a flick of his hand, the beads of sweat fell into the yellow earth next to him.

Cang Shiyuan heard it and sighed: "Haiwazi's life is really bitter."

"What's so bitter, I really don't feel that it's any more bitter than others," Canghai said with a smile.

Many people know Canghai's life experience and will say that Canghai has a very hard life or something, but Canghai really doesn't feel that he has a hard time, he just feels that he is busier than others every day.

When his father died, Canghai was already in his teens, Canghai was already able to take care of himself, plus the help of the villagers more or less, Canghai felt that his life was okay, and when he went to college, he was taken care of by Mr. Guan Qidong, and his godmother Xu Xiaomin also called to the house for a meal from time to time, and from time to time to add a piece of clothing or something, and met a lot of kind-hearted people, so Canghai did not feel that he had suffered much alone.

Besides, Canghai thinks that a man lives in this world, with hands and feet, but he can be considered miserable if he does more work and is more busy than others every day.

Wei Wenkui listened to it and praised: "This kid has a good heart and a down-to-earth heart, and he is still the same as when he was a child."

"I'm embarrassed for your praise, by the way, Uncle Wei, Changsheng, Changhao and Changli didn't come back for the New Year?" asked Cang Hai.

Changsheng and Changhao are Wei Wenkui's two sons, Changli is Wei Wenkui's niece, is the daughter of Wei Wenkui's younger brother, Wei Wenhong died five or six years ago because he was digging down the mine and encountered a gas explosion, so Wei Changli has been living with Wei Wenkui, Wei Wenkui treats this niece more than his two sons.

Wei Wenkui said with a smile: "We all went out to work, we earn less here, I am not old when I have hands and feet, I don't need their help for this little farm work, and Changsheng still has a girlfriend when he comes back for the New Year this year, it seems that it won't be long before he gets married, how can I say that I have to earn some bride price, and now I don't want to marry a daughter-in-law with a small 200,000 yuan?"

Cang Shiyuan said happily: "Your Uncle Wei will be able to drink his daughter-in-law's tea in two years, and I don't know if that kid in our family has this ability."

"Daughter-in-law's tea is not good" Wei Wenkui said so, but his face looked very happy, marrying a daughter-in-law is a big deal in Siping Village, the village was poor like that before, no girl was willing to marry in the village, and ordinary people married daughters-in-law, mainly by changing relatives and transferring relatives, and even by buying. For example, Wei Wenkui's former daughter-in-law bought it, and after giving birth to two sons, one accidentally ran away without looking at it.

"The work in the field is almost busy, I also have to go to the county to find a job to do, to earn some daughter-in-law for the baby, I earn more points here, and the baby will work less hard," Wei Wenkui said happily.

Hearing Wei Wenkui say this, Canghai's mind began to ponder, the villagers saw that when it was time for the family to marry a daughter-in-law, what kind of fruit trees and kiwi fruits did they get here, and the economic benefits brought by them were a little too slow. Just by farming, when will the villagers be able to live a good life?

If you want to generate income earlier, then Canghai has to get a little bit of something that makes money quickly and grows a kind.

"Haiwazi, what do you want?"

Seeing Cang Hai in a daze, Cang Shiyuan asked.

"I'm thinking about what to plant on the mountain land I rented this year," Canghai said.

"What else can you plant in that mountain area besides planting trees?" asked Cang Shiyuan.

Wei Wenkui said: "Don't underestimate the land rented by Haiwazi, how can you say that you can raise a hundred and ten sheep this year, I went to see it yesterday, and the grass in the ditch over there is growing very well, much better than this in our village." Not to mention that the brains of people who have drunk enough ink are good, and the whole little lamb will be raised for a year, and when it comes to the Spring Festival this year, it will have to take advantage of 50,000 or 60,000 yuan."

"Growing grass?" Cang Shiyuan was taken aback.

Wei Wenkui said: "It's not grass growing, it's not just grass, what kind of strange tree Haiwazi planted last year, this year's trunk has to be hugged by two people, I used to hear Haiwazi say that this tree can store water, and the water will flow out when I cut the road, I want to cut a knife when I go, but I'm afraid that the tree will be cut down and I didn't do it, in fact, it's not just a strange tree, the bamboo forest in the ditch has also sent new bamboo out, and the green and long are very beautiful."

"Then take the time to take a look," Cang Shiyuan said.