Blind Chen left after everyone started work. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIt was the end of March. The peach blossoms are blooming. Maybe it was the peach blossoms that bloomed too brightly, provoking something, and within a few days, an endless spring rain shrouded the entire northern plains in a dreamlike rain curtain. The peach blossoms that crowded the branches fell one after another, slowly rotting in the moist rain and melting into the soil, until no trace was found. There was no longer the sweet smell in the air.

After a spring rain, the rotten peach blossoms died, and the poplar trees that had just sprouted began to grow wildly, and the green and velvety buds grew stronger day by day and turned into tender green and gratifying. Within a few days, the delightful young leaves seemed to fall into the big green dye vat, and the color of the leaves deepened day by day.

And such a rapid change actually only happened in three or five days. A spring rain and an oil. After two or three rains, the whole of the northern plains changed. The mountains are green, the water is green, the sky is green, and even people's eyes are almost stained with that vitality.

Chen Blind walked briskly on the sheep intestine path in Dage Village with a wooden stick, but he didn't know that his fate was going to turn a big bend after the beginning of spring this year. This bend is not too bad, and it will make him remember this experience for a long time.

Ma Erdong's wind, flow, and rhyme finally came to an end. At that time, there didn't seem to be many divorced couples. The days are slowly coming from one to the next, no matter what the turmoil, there will always be a time to pass. For the people of the Northern Plains, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome. The pain will always fade with time. Rather than indulging one's emotions in luxury, it is more important to try to survive. This is also why, in the northern plains, many families who used to make trouble can still survive for forty or fifty years.

As soon as the farm was over, the ears of grain in the rice fields were humbled down. The fragrance of new rice begins to fill the air. The surroundings were green, and the scorching heat made the branches cry hoarsely. At this time, the resting men and women have already sharpened their knives at home and are ready to start the most arduous harvest of the year.

The weather is too good, and it is not easy for people who are hot to work, and the weather is bad, and they are afraid that heavy rain will cause the ripe millet to rot in the fields. Therefore, during this period of time, almost all the people of the Northern Plains who were able to move were busy with their feet not touching the ground. In general, everyone will help each other. After the water in the field was finished, several nimble women put on straw hats and cut the grain in front of them, and cut the yards aside. There were two more men with five big and three thick arms and strong arms in the back. After the millet is removed, the straw without ears is stacked on the edge of the field for fire or rotted to make fertilizer for next year's field. When the grain has been saved up to a certain amount in the barn, the man who picks the grain will come and bring the grain mixed with a small number of ears of rice back to the master's house. Take advantage of the sun to dry off some moisture first, so as to save the millet from sprouting after the weather suddenly goes bad.

At this time, the host will send someone to bring tea from time to time, usually asking the children who are on vacation to carry a large pot of strong hot tea. Every time, before it cools, the tea will be snatched up. The weather is really hot, and the summer rice fields are even more unstoppable, and the intense work and rolling sweat are exacerbating the lack of water in the body. The steaming tea, under the scorching sun of August, is like a rain, relieving the throat and spirit of the laborers. Generally speaking, a family's field can be harvested in one day.

When it was finished, the dusk was like blood. The group would go home with the smell of sweat all over their bodies, take a shower, and change into clean clothes. When they had cleaned themselves up, they went to the Lord's house for dinner. On this day, the main family will kill chickens, cook meat, pour wine, and do everything they can to entertain those who help. By the time dinner is over, the moon is often shining.

On the second day, after a short night's rest, everyone went back to work in the fields.

Ma Erdong's family is no exception. Mrs. Ma and the old lady of another family were responsible for cooking and cleaning up at home, Ma Erdong went to pick the grain, and Sister Fang put on a straw hat and waved a knife vigorously among the women who cut the grain. It seems that all the unpleasantness that happened at home not so long ago has disappeared.

But in reality, the shadow of this matter remains. For example, those aunts who cut the grain together will always inadvertently show double kindness and pity when they look at Sister Fang. In the past, the aunts would make fun of each other while working, and the men would make harmless jokes about each other. At this moment, she carefully avoided such sensitive topics, lest Sister Fang be sad when she heard it.

These kindnesses made Sister Fang, who was already in great pain, even more depressed and uncomfortable.

After the annual harvest passed, the summer heat slowly dissipated. The millet dried out of the water, and he carried out the windmill at home and brought out the new grain cart. As the handlebars of the windmill purred, the chaff flew out of the windmill's butt. After waiting for the grain to finish the car, the corn husk is collected and mixed in the grass is a good material for feeding pigs and chickens. The new rice with white flowers came out of the diagonal mouth in front of the windmill and soon overflowed the eyes of the old lady Ma.

Life seems to be impossible. Mrs. Ma looked at Xinmi, and then at her son and daughter-in-law, who had been strangers for many days, and pursed her lips, but she didn't know what to say. In all fairness, although Mrs. Ma is angry that her daughter-in-law has not given birth to a son and a half daughter to the Ma family for a long time, in general, she is quite satisfied with this daughter-in-law. Sister Fang is generous and hearty, does not hold grudges, is hardworking and capable, and is very attentive to herself and her son on weekdays, and is a person who knows cold and hot. All of this made Mrs. Ma very satisfied with Sister Fang.

In Mrs. Ma's imagination, in another year or two, Sister Fang will give birth to a boy and half a girl, and she can hand over the power of the family to Sister Fang, and then take her grandson to do housework and wait to enjoy Qingfu. Unexpectedly, his "daydream" had not yet been completed, and his son suddenly made such a play. The little couple were embarrassed to be in the same room, which made Mrs. Ma look anxious. Good things and bad words, she said it to the two of them all over again, and her mouth was blistered, but it had no effect.

Sister Fang'er's face was blank, showing a look of dead heart. Ma Erdong felt guilty in his heart, looking at the lifeless Sister Fang, who had lost all her manly spirit. Such a delay, coupled with the busy farming, two months passed in the blink of an eye.

The weather is getting cooler day by day, and the grape trellises that were originally leafy are showing a trend of decline. The well-veined grape leaves turn from green to yellow, and then fall from the vine trellis one by one. Originally, Mrs. Ma was going to put some fertilizer on the vines after the grain harvest and tidy up the original broken shelves, but after the accident that day, she no longer had the heart to take care of the grapes.