The spring breeze is mixed with the rich fragrance of locust flowers, the little swallow waves her dexterous scissors, the mushrooms open their small umbrellas in the moisture of the spring rain, and the reeds are also particularly eye-catching in the grass.

Guangwen took his grafting tools and the new shoots of orange trees to the top of Yantai Mountain. He couldn't believe that there was such a fertile piece of land on this barren mountain beam, and unlike the surrounding rocky desertified soil, the forest farm was like a pearl embedded in the ridge - it was a black soil with excellent soil.

Guangwen tested the pH of the soil with a simple tool. Because Shufen had applied base fertilizer according to his method earlier, the soil quality was basically suitable for the growth of yellow and red oranges.

The manicured orange trees in the forest farm could not see a single branch or leaf, like soldiers waiting for the chief's instructions. Guangwen didn't bother to go up to Shufen's house at the bottom of the mountain to drink a sip of boiling water, took out the tools from his back, and started a day's work in the morning sun.

"Wang ...... Wang ......" A big yellow dog suddenly rushed out, and Guangwen crawled onto the waist of an orange tree, looking at the rhubarb with a tiger's eyes.

"Which? Turtle son! Isn't it stealing trees? The old man Yang Zefu carried a shotgun and walked out of the thatched hut not far away.

The lazy man Yang Zefu has already arrived at the post in advance to "go to work". The forest farm gave him the honorable mission of defending his niece Shufen's property as negligent as protecting the collective property, and he found a powder gun from his home, but he did not expect that this guy would really kill him when he went to the forest - he had killed two badger pigs, four hares, and a dozen turtledoves in less than ten days after he had been in the forest farm.

"No, uncle, I'm Yang Shufen's friend, I'll give her an orange tree!" Guangwen clung to the trunk of the tree, and the grafting knife in his hand had fallen to the ground.

"Nonsense, hands up!" Yang Zefu picked up his shotgun, "Speculative class enemy!" ”

"Really not, uncle, my name is Wang Guangwen, from Yahe Village, Chahe Township. Don't you believe Yang Shufen! ”

Yang Zefu looked at it for a while, "Rhubarb, woo......" He called back the big dog, and then walked under the tree.

"Come down. Wang Guangwen, Shufen talked about it, you come to torture the tree, why don't you say a word to Shufen! ”

"Didn't I come up from Li Eun Temple to get closer, thinking that I would finish my work first. You're a gun and a dog, you're scared to death! ”

"Haha, it's good to scare people, I'm afraid that my old bones won't be used! You torture it, I'll go over there and call Shufen to come up, her family is picking (transplanting) small seedlings today! ”

"No, uncle, can you tie up the rhubarb first?" Guangwen looked at the menacing big guy, and his whole body was still trembling.

"Rhubarb, go over!" Yang Zefu gave the order. Rhubarb walked away in a huff. "Young man, I've just moved up, I don't have anything to eat, my niece brought me some red weed and rice, I'll go boil a bowl of porridge for you to eat, I'll go find some game and we'll drink at noon, you do the road first!"

"No, I'm carrying dry food. Uncle, you said that her family is picking up small seedlings? Where? ”

"It's in the well and water field down the mountain!"

"Does she hear the singing here?"

"Mountain song? It depends on your voice! You can definitely hear it if you have a good voice! Yang Zefu looked at the pile of orange tree strips and felt that he could not help at all. After that, he will sleep in the hut.

"Yo hey......" Guangwen picked up the grafting knife and raised his throat -

"The bald hair on the mountain sprouted, the locust tree under the mountain blossomed, and I saw a female doll in the seedling field. Raise your head (yo ho ho) and see what my brother is doing? ”

Shufen listened to this familiar voice, stopped what she was doing, and raised her head as if she saw the infatuated man on the top of the mountain. I really didn't expect Guangwen to come to Yangjiawan this season!

She knew that Guangwen must have grafted orange trees on the top of the mountain. She now has two choices: one is to put down her work and run to the top of the mountain; The second is to regain the singing voice of the past and pluck up the courage to announce it to the world. She's in love!

However, the seemingly chaotic farm work is the most regular human activity. The ancestors used the 24 solar terms to mark the nodes of farm work, and you must complete the work at each point in order to be rewarded in the harvest season. Because Guoqiang can't spare too much time this year, she has added some extra tasks herself, so for Yang Shufen, these nodes must be arranged more compactly.

Therefore, she must finish the seedlings today. As for the people on the mountain, if she could use mountain songs to talk to him, then she would definitely reap more fruits in happiness.

However, singing mountain songs is a difficult thing for her now. On the one hand, due to the injury to her voice, her once loud and crisp voice has changed; On the other hand, it is true that she has not sung mountain songs since she was burned.

But she tried to clear her throat anyway. However, she soon realized that she was no longer suitable for singing. Not to mention the melody, she can't even string the lyrics. And in her throat, it was like a blockage that she couldn't spit out or swallow.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry!

Guangwen also sweated, he put the toolbox under his feet, stood on tiptoe to graft a branch of an orange tree, and waited for the little black dot at the bottom of the mountain to make a sound. He knew that Shufen liked to sing mountain songs, and he firmly believed that even if her voice was injured, judging from the timbre of her speech, she would definitely be able to sing beautiful mountain songs.

"My sister's seedlings are planted with a fine brush, and my brother's seedlings are cut slowly; The swallows on the mountain flew straight over, and the song under the mountain, you have the courage to sing! ”

Shufen buried her head, and the small seedlings that were still horizontal and vertical just now turned into cow hair in a mess. She started by humming, "On the hill where the horses are running, a slippery cloud!" The voice was low only for her and her mother on one side.

Shufenniang glanced to the side, she was afraid that tears would fall on the mud box of the thin soup and smash a little nest - she was afraid that Shufen would see her sadness!

Yes, her daughter used to be the girl who sang the best mountain songs in Yangjiawan, and how many boys sang emotional mountain songs for her. Like her daughter, she thought that no one would sing for Shufen again, but now, the song on the mountain is sounding for her again!

"That's Hirobun, right?" Shufenniang asked.

"Hmm!" Shufen nodded, as if she had found a little melody, and then disappeared again. She shook her head and smiled bitterly, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Then I'll go back to cooking first, and you can slowly plant ......" Shufenniang pulled her feet out of the mud and walked towards Tiankan with difficulty. She wondered if she was influencing the child here?

Shufen didn't answer, and continued to look for feelings. "The eldest brother of the Zhang family, I like her yo-yo, ......"

Guangwen closed his eyes, and he seemed to hear Shufen's voice. He thought, maybe he shouldn't be demanding, what can a mountain song say? He loves her, it has nothing to do with her appearance, let alone her voice.

But the song was still sung, and I couldn't tell whether it was in the mountains or in my heart.

"The big brother on the mountain, the talent is good!

The eldest sister who is slippery at the bottom of the mountain, I like him who is slippery!

The moon ~ bend ~ bend ~ bend, I like him who is slippery!

As soon as I came to look at it, the talent was so good

Second, if you look at it yo-yo, you will be a yo-yo ......" (to be continued.) )