In the early spring, the northeast of Sichuan is still cool, there is no sound of frogs in the winter paddy fields, the fragrance of the folded ear root mixed with the smell of earth fills the air, the weeping willows have no time to sprout, and only the pieces of bamboo forests are still dressed in green.

Fu Wazi led the old ox to walk on the ridge, touching the shriveled belly, he knew that if he did not finish plowing the well and water fields, it would not be able to return home.

The old ox turned its head to look at the rich boy, it knew that the water in the winter paddy field was still bitterly cold, it was not afraid of the stiff flail on its neck, nor was it afraid of the heavy plough turning up the fertile mud in the field, but it was afraid of the wattles in the master's hand. But at least its thick cowhide still protected it from some of the cold, and the ox looked at the owner who had just learned to plow the field: the shabby canvas garment wrapped around the thin body, the cheekbones protruded high on the face, as if the horns of a calf had not yet grown, the unkempt hair covered the forehead, the twinkling eyes seemed to complain about something, a pair of worn-out autumn trousers was pulled up to the knees, and the master was taking off the half-galoshes that had not been changed for a winter. At his feet was a long thorn, longer than the body of an ox, and even through the plowshare, if the master waved the stick, he could reach the head of the ox - the ox shivered - and the master's shouting prevented it from jumping into the water.

"Sneer-sneer-sneer!" Fu Wazi commanded the scalpers forward. The water was indeed cold, but he had an indescribable bitter pride.

"Fuwazi, you can plow the fields, huh? Are you able to stabilize the water? ”

"Your baby is the first one in the 'production team' to jump off the winter paddy field, yes, is the hiccup cold?"

"Rich baby, you're still a dwarf, and the water is up to your ass!"

The ridicule of others is actually an envy that cannot be concealed. After a winter of drought, there are few fields in Yangjiawan Village that have water, either they have dried up and sown wheat and rapeseed, or the water in the fields has leaked, or there is no water in the field and it has almost evaporated! The villagers are in a hurry, seeing that it is the season to raise rice seedlings, and there is no way to plant without water. Fushun's family is different, his family has never worried about seedlings and no land to raise children, and the well paddy field is a winter paddy field that will not be dry every year for the fifth team of Yangjiawan Village. After the autumn harvest, the rice piles rotted in the fields, and the manure and plant ash rotted in front of several houses, making the well paddy fields particularly fertile.

"Stepping on the ditch-ditch--" The rich boy ploughed the field in a good manner, "pop-pop-" The wattle still fell heavily on the back of the ox. The old scalper grew up watching Fushun, who was 8 years old when he came to Yangjiawan Village, leading it up the mountain and down the river, running all over the hillside, and crazy all over the ravine. Fushun will ride cattle when herding cattle, grass for cattle when it rains, and take it out of the cattle pen to comb it when the weather is fine. The old ox is more familiar with the fields and fields of Yangjiawan Village than Fushun, which has ploughed the land of all families, and he has ploughed the fields of other families, and the men who can plow the fields and plough the fields in the whole village have whipped it, and the women who have cut the grass have given it grass. But now it's old, really old, and the little doll that used to ride on its back can now smoke it with wattles.

13-year-old Fushun is not good at plowing the fields, he only learned to plow dry land in winter, where there is no water to the knees, the ravines ploughed by the plough are clear, the oxen run happily, and he does not need to shout to the ox to step on the ditch over and over again. But the mud in the deep-water fields was so heavy that he couldn't even hold the plowshares steady, and the oxen's eyes might not be good, and the muddy water made them unable to see the furrows that had been plowed. The cold well water made him unable to take a step, and the wagging tail of the old scalper accidentally hit him in the face.

"You have been cut by a thousand knives - snap - didn't you eat grass - snap - " The old scalper himself knew that he was only telling his master to stay away from it, because it cocked its tail to be strained.

Fu Shun pulled the cow's nose rope, "Wow-" This is the password to call the cow to stop in the northeast of Sichuan. Fu Shun raised his head and looked at the sky, it should have been past one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun did not have a trace of warmth, and was deviating from the east mountain to the west mountain, "The sun, the sun, can you be a little hot." He looked at the well paddy field again, "Why did the production team give this forty-zhang field to Yang Zegui's family?" Before four o'clock in the afternoon, it will definitely not be finished! "The old scalper is not angry, maybe it is really old.

Most of the half-bowl of batter in the morning was long gone, and he waved the wattle again, "Snort-"

"You might as well be an ox," he thought, holding on to the plowshare, "and when you are hungry you can nibble two mouthfuls of grass on the edge of the field, and when you are thirsty, you can bury your head and drink two sips of muddy water." ”

"Rich baby, your mother-in-law called you home for dinner!" The cheap dog deliberately shouted loudly. The cheap dog is the son of Yang Decai's family, one year older than Fushun.

"Cheap dog, shout again, Lao Tzu will come up and tear your mouth apart!" Fushun yelled. He can't get used to being a cheap dog, and he bullies Fushun because he is the captain of Lao Tzu, plus Fushun is not from Yangjiawan, so he teases Fushun every day.

"Why did Lao Tzu call you? Isn't Shufen your mother-in-law? You lie down in a bunk at night, and the whole production team knows! Why do you think your old man wants you to come to our Yangjiawan, just to call your turtle son to come and plug the door upside down! As soon as the cheap dog opened his mouth, he scolded endlessly.

"Wow--you don't run--" The scalper didn't know if he was shouting or yelling at the cheap bitch. Fu Shun grabbed a handful of thin mud and smashed it hard, and smashed it on the face of the cheap dog, "Snort-" Fu Shun didn't know how to hit so accurately, so scared that he drove the cow and ran away.

Where can the cheap dog with a face full of mud stand this anger, he pulls up his trouser leg and is about to go to the field, he doesn't care whether the water is cold or not, and he doesn't care whether the mud is deep or not. "Lao Tzu will kill you today-" "Plop-" "People who have never gone down to the well and paddy field know how cold the water is, how deep the mud is, and how difficult it is to take a step--A dog crawls, and the cheap dog is planted in the water, and it is right in the middle of the excrement of the old ox, and finally struggles to get up, and just takes a step and plants it again.

"Hahahaha, cheap dog, eat cow, eat again and again!" A few little girls who were threshing pigweed sang and danced on the ridges.

"Cheap dog, do it again, is the cow delicious?" The leading girl is called Yang Guiying, 14 years old, with a small braid, a red face, two big eyes blinking, and her lips are smiling. "Come and see, Yang Zejian went to someone's winter paddy field to pick up cow dung and eat it!" Yang Zejian is the name of a cheap dog.

Yang Zejian, who was already shivering with cold, was humiliated for a long time and trembled even more, "I don't care about you mothers-in-law." Liu Fushun, you remember for me, Lao Tzu will clean you up one day. Yang Zejian, who was cold and angry, jumped on Tiankan in three steps and two steps, he was not afraid of Fushun, he was really cold and couldn't stand it and suffered a great shame, so he hurried home to change his clothes.

Fu Shun held on to the plow and looked dumbfounded, he didn't know how it would end, how did he know that the cheap dog ran away first. He wasn't happy at all, he knew that he would definitely be beaten by the lame father when he went home today, remembering that Yang Zegui's crutches hit him on the back, he waved the thorn and hit the scalper hard. "Shh

"Brother Fushun, do you really want to marry your sister Shufen?" Yang Guiying asked loudly while standing on the ridge while following Fu Shun.

"No, Shufen is my sister, how can she get married!" Fu Shun's voice was obviously much softer than that of Yang Zejian. "Gui Ying, don't talk nonsense when you go back, the cheap dog was provoked by you today, and I guess I'll be cleaned up one day."

"He dares, Brother Fushun, don't be afraid, a cheap dog is a cheap mouth, a cheap mouth, angry, and he has a trick when he grows up. If he fights you, he won't be able to beat you! "Gui Ying is always so sharp-toothed." Brother Fushun, I still have a steamed bun, my mother made it in the morning, you eat it?! ”

Fu Shun looked at the black and swarthy chaff cake, and the whole team knew that Yang Guiying had a blind old lady, and she made bran cakes to eat every day when she had no food at home. "No, Gui Ying, thank you, I still have to plow the fields, and I will go back and eat the paste made by my mother."

Gui Ying knew that the batter was delicious, at least it was much better than the black bran cake in her hand, "Brother Fushun, do you think my mother's cooking is not delicious, you have cultivated more than half of it, and you are hungry if you are not hungry!" You take it up and rest for a while, I have grass in my back, and I'll give it to eat! ”

Fu Shun looked at the tired old scalper, and then looked at the cake in Gui Ying's hand. The rumbling belly doesn't seem to dislike the roughness and blackness of the bran. "Lao Weiha, Gui Ying, you poured the grass to the cattle to eat, what do your cattle eat? If you can't cut a full back of grass, your mother will beat you! Fu Shun led the cow to the side of the road, sat down on the ridge with Gui Ying and ate the cake.

"You don't care about me, I'll cut it as soon as I want!" Gui Ying stared intently at Fu Shun's mud-splattered face, "Brother Fu Shun, which one do you think is good-looking, me or Shufen?" ”

"This ...... That one...... I...... I'm going to plow the fields! Fu Shun swallowed the chaff cake in his hand in two bites, led the ox into the water, the face that was red to the neck and the root of the ears was covered with mud and was basically invisible, the person and the cow forgot about the fatigue and cold, less than four o'clock, Fu Shun completed the first transformation of his life, he is also a man who can plow the field!