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The moon rises and the moonlight is hazy. It is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon tonight is particularly round, like a baked golden baked cake, and there are dots of sesame seeds on it.

At night, there was only a little wind, the wind blew the leaves, but the air was still scorching, and the skin was always stained with a layer of sticky sweat, which was uncomfortable.

A square table was placed in the courtyard, and the family ate around the table.

Dinner is lo noodles.

A thick porcelain basin is placed on the table, the basin is cool well water, soaked in white and bright noodles, and next to it is a pot of tomato and egg marinade.

After the cold water, the noodles are covered with a layer of tomato and egg marinade, and then mixed with home-cooked chili sauce, which is very refreshing and enjoyable to eat.

After all, Xiao Fei has not eaten his mother's cooking for more than ten years.

He ate all over his cheeks.

I ate three bowls in a row, and I still wanted to eat them, but the noodles I ate had reached my throat and I couldn't eat them anymore.

The family sat together, and this scene also made Xiao Fei feel extra warm.

It's just that during the meal, the family was silent, and only heard the sound of eating noodles.

The cotton bollworm disaster, Xiao Fei's failure in the college entrance examination, and offending Liu Zhenhai's wife in the afternoon are just like mountains, which overwhelm the whole family.

Looking at my father's tightly knit brows, gray hair, and vertical and horizontal furrows on his face. Xiao Fei's heart was a little sour, he pondered whether to take advantage of the fact that there were still some other crops in the field to persuade his father to give up this season's cotton field, it was all in vain, and the fate of the harvest was doomed.

In 1996, the cotton fields in Xili Village were a bottomless pit.

It doesn't matter how many pesticides are applied, how many fertilizers are applied, and how many times they are watered.

All the investment is in vain!

In the previous life, this year, Xiao Fei's family not only had almost no harvest in the whole autumn, but also owed a lot of debts, all thanks to these acres of cotton fields.

It is now July 10th, it is the first budding period of cotton, although the insect plague is rampant, but people are not completely disappointed, everyone still thinks that as long as they are not lazy, as long as the medicine is timely, the cotton field can be saved, and a little harvest can be snatched back from the mouth of the cotton bollworm.

Rustic peasants, at this time, few people have to calculate the cost of farming, they really take care of the crops in the field as their own children.

It is not until mid-August, when the cotton budding season arrives, and farmers see that the cotton fields are full of devastation, and the general trend is gone, and it is impossible to control it, that more and more people give up their cotton fields.

At that time, the cost of spraying pesticides per mu of cotton alone was as high as one or two hundred yuan, and it was all lost.

If you want to replant some crops and recover some losses, you have to give up because the season is no longer allowed.

"Dad, according to me, this year's cotton bollworm is too powerful, it can't be cured at all, it's better to destroy the cotton while it's still too late, let's destroy the cotton, replant some Northeast sticky corn or something, and there will be a little harvest." Xiao Fei looked at his father and said.

Hearing Xiao Fei's words, his father glared: "What do you know?" Why is it called incurable? As long as I'm not lazy, as long as I'm willing to work hard, I don't believe that these little bugs can still turn the world upside down! ”

Father's answer was not what Xiao Fei expected.

Xiao Fei smiled: "I'll help you settle the account." ”

Ignoring Xiao Fei, his father took out his cigarette pouch and began to smoke, his eyes looking at the moon in the eastern sky.

"Dad, have you calculated, according to the current disaster, every other day to spray, can not completely suppress the cotton bollworm, it will cost twenty or thirty yuan, from the initial bud stage of cotton to the flocculation period, a total of more than two months, more than 30 times of medicine, the money for the medicine alone will be at least seven or eight hundred yuan, this is not counting the labor, we still have to fertilize and water the cotton, the cost adds up to more than a thousand, even if our six acres of cotton are not affected by the disaster, at most a season can only earn more than 4,000 yuan, just this year's disaster, The most optimistic estimate is that the cotton output will also be reduced by half, that is to say, this year, our family's six acres of cotton can earn 2,000 yuan; It's miserable, 2,000 yuan can't be guaranteed, you have to be mentally prepared for the cotton harvest, do you think it's worth serving these cottons with your life? Xiao Fei wrenched his fingers and talked eloquently.

"Huh? The second child knows a lot, it sounds quite reasonable. Xiao Yang held a large bowl like a small basin, his face was full of surprise, and he nodded frequently on the side.

"Brother, you are too exaggerated, how can you last three or five days after taking medicine, and it doesn't cost so much money to take medicine, but our family has now paid more than 100 pesticides on credit at the agricultural material station." Xiao Yan said.

"Family affairs, you don't have to worry about it in the future, and you can read your books with peace of mind, I said, it's all over, right? It's time to go to the ground. The father glanced at Xiao Fei and began to greet his brother and sister.

Xiao Yang and Xiao Yan both stood up.

Ignored. Xiao Fei was depressed.

Of course he knew what his father was going to do in the fields. They're going to get rid of the bollworm moths. Pile of fires in the field, and then walk around the field with torches, attracting cotton bollworm moths to "kill themselves" by throwing themselves into the fire.

If the moth can be killed, it can curb the breeding of cotton bollworm.

That's what everyone in the village is doing.

"Dad, don't go, listen to me tell you a story about what happened in the neighboring village." Xiao Fei couldn't sit still, stood up, and chased after his father and quickly told an alarmist story he had made up, "The story is like this, one day at noon, an old man took his grandson to spray medicine in his cotton field. The old man carried a sprayer on his back and hit in front, and his little grandson played in the field. When the old man came back from a trip to medicine, his little grandson shouted at him, 'Master, don't fight, don't fight, wooden!' The old man was very strange and asked why, and his little grandson said, 'I saw you spraying medicine in front of you, followed by an old lady who sprinkled worms on the cotton trees one by one. I heard this story from someone who said that the old man was from their village, and now you know why this year's cotton bollworm can't be cured, right? This is clearly a natural disaster! ”

"!"

"Nonsense!"

"Which village the old man belongs to, you can make it clear."

Xiao Fei told this story with obvious effect, listening to his father, brother, and sister are a little creepy, when people can't overcome the sky, it is always easy to believe in some strange things.

They were beating drums in their hearts, but they were unanimously scolding Xiao Fei.

Of course, Xiao Fei could feel the lust of his family, and he thought, it seems that he still has to make more rumors in the village.

Like what cotton bollworm is invasive, it can't die if it is soaked in pure liquid medicine (to be continued.) )