After Zhao Daya beat the cattle, the production team arranged for Lai Baoqing to plow the ground with the help of the plow. Lai Baoqing pondered that this was also a brisk job, so he went to the field with the livestock according to the arrangement of the production team. However, although he had been dealing with these farm workers in the fields since he was a child, he had never been in charge of helping the plough to drive the cattle into the fields, and the cattle did not listen to him, and the mouth of the plow was as tortuous as an earthworm looking for its mother. The cannon next to him saw that Lai Baoqing had opened the mouth like this, and his big mouth opened like a cave and laughed for a while, saying that Lai Baoqing had put the livestock upside down, and the cow inside that could lead the moisture was put outside, and the one who would not receive the moisture would let the leader lead the moisture. Lai Baoqing heard what the cannon barrel said, changed the position of the two cows again, and then beckoned the cattle to reopen the mouth. The cannon barrel bit his bald old cigarette pouch and followed Lai Baoqing's side, helping to teach when to ask the cattle to be strengthened, when to let the cattle go tightly, when to pull the ox rope to make the cow go straight, when to shake the plow handle to adjust the depth of the plow. Not to mention, this one is much straighter than the one just now.

Seeing that Lai Baoqing was slowly able to hold the plow handle and shout at the cattle to plow the ground, the old cigarette pouch was pulled out of his mouth, he smiled, and said: "This job is easy to learn, there are two circles of plowing down, and everything is cooked." ”

Lai Baoqing carried the whip in his hand, looked at the livestock in front of him, greeted him with a "oh oh" in his mouth, and then looked back at the cannon barrel, smiled, and said, "I didn't expect to drive the livestock to plow the land in this life." ”

"You should be able to know everything about the crops, the rake and the broom, the whip in the hands of the donkey and the mule, everything must be able to be greeted when you touch it. The cannon took a bite of his bald old cigarette pouch and said with the pole of the cigarette pouch in his hand.

"The people who were about to enter the soil did not expect that they would learn to drive cattle and plow the land. Lai Baoqing looked at the plow in front of him again, and shook the hand holding the plow handle back and forth a few times.

"If Zhao Daya doesn't beat that cow, maybe you won't be able to learn this job in this life. The cannon barrel followed Lai Baoqing, and from time to time he looked at Lai Baoqing beckoning the cattle and the plow in Lai Baoqing's hand. When he went to work today, Captain Ma arranged for him to teach Lai Baoqing to plow the land first, and then put the animal he often called into the field. It can be said that today he has two labor tasks in the barrel, one is to plow the land, and the other is to teach Lai Baoqing to call livestock.

"Zhao Daya, hey, it's unlucky enough, the eldest son is gone, the wife is gone, the house is burned again, and now there is not even a nest of his own, which is another blow to the cow. Lai Baoqing sighed sadly for Zhao Daya.

"It's all fate!" said the cannon barrel very sadly.

"I don't know what kind of beating the cow he did this time? I don't know when he will be able to get better? Ergazi is bitter now!" Lai Baoqing blinked twice, and felt sour and sour for Ergazi's child in his heart.

"Our Captain Ma and Captain Zhao Changmian are also interesting enough, in the past few days, a few people have been assigned to take off the blank, and they are going to build two more houses for Zhao Daya. Running into these two captains is also a blessing for the old and young masters in our old eagle's nest. The cannon barrel felt relieved that Zhao Daya would soon be able to live in the house built by the production team for their grandfather and son, and said, "My family was stunned that kid heard that the production team was going to build a house for Zhao Daya to take off the blank again, and in the past two days, he has been pulling soil and mud vigorously, and kicking back and forth in the mud with bare feet. ”

"Speaking of taking off the billet, Captain Ma saw that my strength was not as good as before, and he didn't call me to go. In fact, I can be regarded as an expert in the work of removing blanks, how much mud is on how much grass, there is no need to pile up, and there is an eight or nine at a glance. I started tossing that thing when I was ten, five or six years old, how many years has it been? Lai Baoqing seems to regret that his current body is not angry, "I take off the blank, to what extent the mud is there, I don't need to pinch it with my hands, I can see if it is strong enough, and I can break what kind of mud can last for many years." The mud should be strong, and it should be tough before the billet mold, and it should be solid before the billet mold. The billet that comes out in this way is not afraid of rain and rain, and it can withstand blisters when it is put on the wall. He still couldn't help but talk about the experience of removing the billets he had pondered over the years, "After I finished work, I had to go to the field to see if the blanks they took off looked like them." ”

"Everyone in the village knows that you are a good hand at removing blanks, and the years are not forgiving, not the time to be young and strong. The cannon barrel sighed, pulled out the pouch in his mouth, and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth, and said, "The work of removing the billet does not look good, but it is actually very laborious." When thirty years old, no one takes the strength in his body seriously. As soon as this person entered forty, he felt different in the blink of an eye, and in the busy season, he felt that he couldn't sleep and was addicted, and he had a cold and headache, and he didn't see any improvement in three or five days. When Thirty Lang was old, he had a cold and a headache. After all, when this person reaches forty, the parts on his body are gone. ”

The cannon barrel followed Lai Baoqing to plow the field a few times, and when he saw that Lai Baoqing could skillfully beckon the cattle to hold the plow handle, he knocked the cigarette pouch in his hand to the soles of the raised shoes, and went to the ground to cover the animal he called. When he walked to the ground, he suddenly saw Chen Guozhong's baby son Chen Dongliang stumbling in the field with his hands and doing nothing. Hey, other people's children can do whatever they want, anyway, they don't let themselves do their best to raise them. He sighed uneasily and helplessly, and then shouted at the two cattle to put a cow shuttle and a cow cage beak on the cattle, and the whip in his hand exploded in the air, and with a cry of "oh", the two oxen hunched up and pulled up the plow.

Carpenter Chen Guozhong has such a son under his knees, and I don't know what happened, and the woman was never pregnant again. A son is a root, when he beat his son, the two of them held it in their hands like a baby, lest something go wrong, and the baby would be broken. As the saying goes, there is no filial son to be pampered. But Chen Guozhong is very relieved, although the two of them feel distressed about their son as a treasure all the time, but his son is very sensible and has never caused them anything outside. Usually he rarely speaks, and he doesn't want to talk to anyone all day long as he seems to be very worried, and even the two of them can't ask what this kid thinks all day long. The child has grown up and wants to work with the old and young masters, but Chen Guozhong and his wife said that the child has not yet married and is not an adult, and resolutely disagrees to let the child get up early and return late to follow the old and young masters to the fields to sweat vigorously. In this way, Chen Dongliang did not follow the old and young masters to cultivate the four seasons like children of his age, but idle all day at home listening to the chatterbox that Chen Guozhong bought for him, and when he was tired of listening, he wandered back and forth in the village for a while.

Chen Dongliang stood on the path at the head of the field and looked back and forth into the distance for a while, and then lowered his head and pondered in his heart for a while that no one knew about, pondering the legend about this land.

It's just a hill, and the mountains are not high, overlapping and overlapping. It sounds like they're stacked on top of each other, but they're actually separated by a long distance, but there are more of them, and they seem to overlap. Strictly speaking, these mountains cannot be called mountains, they can only be called mounds. Despite this, they have been called mountains for several years. Talking to people from the outside world about these hills that they call mountains, the people here are very proud, because since ancient times, these mountains with dense forests, various mountain fruits and small beasts have filled the hunger of generations of people, and helped the old and young masters here survive one disaster after another. Because of this, every year during the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, people always pay tribute to the mountain and thank the mountain god for his protection. Although no one has ever seen the mountain god, people still believe in the existence of the mountain god and are very impressed by the god's intelligence. It is said that during the Republic of China, there was a group of wandering robbers who broke into this hill, turned around for several days and nights, but failed to turn out of this hill, and the last one died here. After the death of the robbers, people felt strange, these robbers were unharmed, their pants were full of poop and urine, and their faces looked very frightened. Someone with good deeds invited a half-immortal, and the half-immortal circled the dead bodies of these robbers for seven hundred and forty-nine times, and solemnly recited a spell that no one could understand. Some people say that this is a demi-immortal communicating with the mountain god in the language of the gods. Sure enough, half a bag of cigarettes, the half-immortal yawned, slowly opened his eyes, and then told people that after the robbers broke in, the mountain god used a blindfold to cover the robbers' eyes, so that the robbers turned around in this mountain, and when the robbers were exhausted, the mountain god pointed at the wood as a soldier, and the trees all over the mountain roared, and the robbers were all frightened and died. Some people were skeptical, some nodded yes, and some knelt down on the spot and kowtowed a few times to thank the mountain god for his protection. Later, the world was in turmoil, and bandits were rampant, but they were afraid of the supernatural powers of the mountain gods, and no group of robbers dared to come and harass here. Even the Japanese devils came, and it is said that they took a detour. However, the Japanese devils who made a detour still left a few people to walk around the mountains and shine on the ground with something that no one had ever seen. In the end, a Japanese devil was so excited that he couldn't help it, and shouted wildly at the sky in a stiff Chinese dialect: "Coal is dripping, coal is dripping!" It was the little devil who screamed wildly, and the villagers around him began to build roads, repair roads, dig wells, and dig holes under the watchful eye of the little devil. Truckloads of black coal were pulled away by the little devils, and a bunch of villagers died in the mines. Some people were puzzled and asked most of the demi-immortals in later generations: "The little devil is so big as a fingernail, how dare he come to us to scatter wild robbers? The mountain god will not be angry again? Could it be that the mountain god is also afraid that the little devil will not succeed?" The most half-immortal shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "The world is not good! The world is not good!" The people who asked the most of the immortals were even more puzzled, and they still looked forward to the day when the mountain god would be angry. The mountain god did not get angry, but the Americans, who were beaten, were angry, and two atomic bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The little devil, who had been beaten by the patriotic soldiers and couldn't resist it, wilted now, raised his hands and surrendered. However, before surrendering, a devil officer gave an order, and thousands of bombs blew up the hill into a barren mountain.

I grew up in a village in this hill, but I couldn't catch up with the mountain that was bombed by the Japanese devils, because since the generation that should be counted as my grandfather's generation, the hard work has made the hills here dense again, and the small beasts that were almost extinct by the bombs of the little devils have multiplied the descendants of the mountains. According to the elders, wild wild plants and living animals have once again helped people survive three years of natural disasters. It is this hill that has nurtured generations of villagers. As the old saying goes, one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people, and this piece of mountain has nurtured the ancestors here for generations. Chen Dongliang looked at a few posts called mountains in the distance, and his father often told him about his grandmother's life and death, which was clearly reflected in front of him at this time.

"Dongliang, do you know why your grandmother died?" Chen Guozhong often told Chen Dongliang about the past, "Your grandmother, that is, my mother, she died for the mountain land of our family." Back then, the little devil wanted to destroy our family's mountains and forests in order to cultivate the Tao, but your grandmother refused, and she had to fight with the little devil with a woodcutter. The little devil beat your grandmother into a hornet's nest with a machine gun and burned your grandmother's body with a fire. This little devil who lacks virtue and is broken!"

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to draft the water, the devil wants to cut off the family's way of life, and grandma is naturally desperate. Although my father told me about my grandmother's life and death every now and then, I couldn't get tired of listening to it. Although grandma failed to hack a devil to death, she can be regarded as a heroine among women.

"Pillars, our hill is really a treasure land, with trees growing on it, small beasts growing on it, and coal growing below. Where do you say that there can be such a treasure land? Although our village is not big, how many people have been there from generation to generation, and who is not raised by this hill and this land? One generation is gone, one generation has grown up again, one generation has risen, and another generation has disappeared. In the future, if I am gone, you will bury me on the mountain, wherever it is high, and I will have to look at the mountain when I die. ”

Daddy may be old, and he always likes to talk like this, and sometimes he talks to himself. It's no wonder that he has been in this hill for decades in his life, and every grass and tree has turned out of his feelings. Thinking of these, I don't know what happened, Chen Dongliang actually felt a very heavy grievance in his heart, for the land in front of him, for the old and young masters who worked all day, for the old and young masters, who got up early and greedy for darkness, and finally gnawed on mixed gnocchi all year round to survive?

In the distance, the cannon barrel that drove the oxen and ploughed the ground shook the whip in his hand, and exploded in the air a few times very loudly, and at the same time shouted two words of cattle in his throat as if he were proud.