Uncle Liu stood up, knocked the cigarette stick on the stone beside him, then stuck it behind his back, kicked on his straw sandals, beat the dust on his body, and brewed a sigh: "Students, all the troubles are around, let's talk about what we need to prepare for farming." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Everyone rushed up, Li Yuanhao ran in the front, brandishing a sickle and a hoe, and braked sharply in front of Uncle Liu, his little face was flushed, and he was very excited.

Liu Apu sighed, they were all a group of children, took the sickle in Li Yuanhao's hand, lifted the handle of the sickle upside down, the blade was close to the body, and stood on the side of the body: "In the future, if you hold the sickle like this, it will not hurt others, and you can avoid self-injury." ”

Li Yuanhao stuck out his tongue, took the sickle, and honestly put it on the side of his body.

"There is nothing difficult about farming, it is nothing more than ploughing the land, sowing seeds, fertilizing, weeding, pest control, irrigation, harvesting, and the process is slightly different for different crops. Liu Agui said, subconsciously touched the dry tobacco stick behind him, smashed his mouth, and smoked in front of the students, which was inappropriate: "The mountain elder said that farming is like educating people, this is a deep knowledge, I don't understand, but there are a few proverbs that say the essence of farming, this land is like people, only afraid of lazy people do not plow, not afraid of loess does not grow, people are thin soil, soil is thin, people rely on the ground to raise, seedlings rely on fattening, farming pays attention to a diligent one, three days of fishing, two days of drying nets can not work." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd, and in previous years, this group of children also began to get excited, but within two days, their interest plummeted, and the fields were deserted, and it was really distressing to watch.

Some of the freshmen have already shouted slogans: "Uncle Liu, don't worry, we won't waste the fields, we won't!"

Hey, I swore this before, most of them gave up halfway, who was the last person who persevered, oh, that person's name was Kong Wei, and then he went to Tai'an City, and it was rumored that he seemed to die in the Sage Academy in the end, Liu Apu shook his head and continued: "Today I will learn to hoe the ground first, and the hoeing is particular, which lies in a deep word." ”

As he spoke, he spat at at his left and right hands, grabbed the hoe, held it high above his head, and fell heavily on the field, a large piece of black soil turned up, and several hoes went down one after another.

"If the field is ploughed deeply, the thin soil can produce gold, and if the field is not cultivated diligently, the grain will not grow. Liu Apu stopped the hoe and put his hands on the hoe: "The hoe should be deep and diligent, and the harrow should be fine and soft, as the old saying goes, hoe deeply, harrow fine, one acre of land should be two acres of land." The hoe is deep, the rake is rotten, and the harvest is one and a half years old. ”

The hoe fell like raindrops, and the soil that had just been turned up was broken by the knocking, becoming fine and soft: "Finally, you must not look at the stalks, the ridges are not repaired, and the land is lost." "Two more hoes went down, and the ridges were neatly repaired.

Li Yuanhao carefully recorded that there was still so much knowledge in hoeing, whether it was "Heavenly Creation" or "Qi Min Yaoshu", although there are descriptions of farming, but it is more of a high-level description, simple and rough, not detailed, only people like Uncle Liu who have dealt with the field all their lives can naturally have such a feeling.

"Alright, everything that needs to be said is done, let's go hoe the ground. Uncle Liu waved his hand, everyone scattered, and he himself squatted on the ridge, smoking dry tobacco, this group of dolls hoeing the ground, he couldn't stand it, slow and procrastinating, really can't get into the eyes, look anxious.

Li Yuanhao rushed to his own one-third of an acre, sticking a sickle to his side, and unconsciously turned into a one-handed sickle, waving back and forth.

"Brother Li, do you really want to hoe the land?" Wen Zhiqian's voice sounded, the academy allowed him to change the field privately, he changed the field to Li Yuanhao's side, and looked at the hoe bitterly, but he had never been in the farmland, and he was not interested in farming.

"That's nature, or you think. Li Yuanhao learned from Uncle Liu's example, and wanted to spit into the palm of his hand, but he coughed for a long time, but he didn't cough up the spit, and his heart was a little imperfect, forget it, hoe the ground, go down with a hoe, and cooperate with a hey in his mouth.

The first step has begun.

Wen Zhiqian knew that Li Qingyuan really liked farming, so he raised his eyebrows: "I really can't understand you a little." ”

At the beginning, everyone was very energetic, the hoe fell more often than the rain, as if seeing the scene of the autumn harvest, as time went by, the hoe field fewer and fewer people, three or two together, talking and laughing.

Sure enough, Liu Apu took a deep breath of dry smoke, and the wrinkles on his face became the ravines of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, all of them were a group of impatient children, turning his head slightly, he looked towards the hundred acres of fields, and was even more distressed, this is all fertile fields, no, I want to talk to the mountain elders, I can't let this group of dolls ruin the good fields.

Hmm? His eyes fell not far away, an emaciated figure was still waving a hoe unhurriedly, although his movements were clumsy, but he was also decent, occasionally stopped, wiped the sweat on his face, and then continued to hoe: "This female doll is good, go up and say a few words to her." ”

Putting away the dry tobacco stick, Liu Apu walked slowly along the ridge, and walked in front of Li Yuanhao seemingly casually, just wanted to speak, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, boy?

"Uncle Liu!" Li Yuanhao stopped hoeing.

looked Li Yuanhao up and down, and was a little unsure, so he stopped worrying: "What do you want to plant?"

"Plant wheat!" Li Yuanhao replied dryly: "When there is a harvest, steam the big white steamed buns and eat them." ”

"Northerners?" asked Liu Apu.

"A person from Tai'an City in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Li Qingyuan. ”

"Well, Li Gongzi ......"

"Uncle Liu doesn't need to be so polite, just call me Qingyuan. Li Yuanhao said with a smile.

"Plough the land well, and I'll give you more credits at the end of the semester. Liu Apu winked at Li Yuanhao, then turned around and left.

Li Yuanhao smiled, wielded the hoe and worked harder, and before he knew it, it was ten minutes after class, everyone left the field one after another and walked towards the canteen, Li Yuanhao was still hoeing, meticulous, and he would rely on this land to earn credits in the future, steaming big white steamed buns, Wen Zhiqian sat on the ridge, holding a hay in his mouth, and looked at Li Yuanhao boredly.

The white clouds in the sky are long, and the clouds are rolling up.

After the sun went down, Li Yuanhao looked at the field where he had finished hoeing, laughed, wiped the hoe and sickle with soil, rubbed it until it was shiny, hummed a little song, and went down the mountain.

Wen Zhiqian followed behind him and asked, "Brother Li, listening to your little song, it seems to be ...... Pentatonic dissonance, how did you get into the drama? It's strange. ”

The implication is that the drama is too casual and not particular enough, how can you accept people with incomplete tones.

Li Yuanhao turned his head and glanced at Wen Zhiqian, which pot is not mentioned, why is this person so annoying.