Xiao Xia. The trees are shady, and it feels hot.

In the past six months, I have imagined countless times what it would be like to return home again, but when I actually got there, I was stunned by what I saw: the fields were barren and the paths were overgrown with weeds; The old house was covered with moss, and the doors and windows were covered with cobwebs.

When relatives are separated, only to see the cold in the court; The affection is exhausted, and the eyes are full of desolation.

I went to see my father and brought him his favorite tea, which was said to be his favorite during his lifetime. In the past, I often questioned him in my heart: why is other people's fathers a person, flesh and blood, by his side, visible and touchable; But my father is a monument, cold and hard, in the ground, out of sight, out of touch? I've asked a lot of questions, and there has been no answer. My mother said that I looked like my father, and the more I grew up, the more I looked like me. He's gone, and I'm like him. Blood is connected, that's the answer.

I went to see my maternal grandparents, and gave my maternal grandfather a wine, and gave my maternal grandmother a piano score, it is said that when they got married, the people in the rivers and lakes called it "sword gall and qin heart", and there were many good stories. Now that they're together on Huangquan Road, I can finally understand what she means by not wanting him to wait long. I met the right person and went to a life-and-death appointment. I'll still miss it, I'll still feel guilty, but I won't stop it. A pair of people made in heaven should not be separated by yin and yang.

I went to visit the dumb man with some local fruit that I had brought back from the city, and he was still the same, grinning at me, but waving at what I had brought, and I knew that he said I was wasting money, and that he said that the seasonal fruits born in the farmyard were used to quench my thirst.

I didn't care what he "said", I picked up a mango and put half of it into his hand, we sat under the camphor tree, I used a bamboo stick as a pen to write and draw on the ground, told him what I saw and heard in Dongzhong, he was happy to see it and couldn't help but eat.

In this way, the dumb uncle also told me what happened here after I left, to the effect that after my grandmother left, the village took back the land in her name and distributed it to other villagers to plant; If I transfer my account, my name will also be collected; If I don't transfer away, it's a pity that it's wasted, so it's better to rent it to someone else to plant.

I asked him, what is the rent law?

He wrote a number on the ground, the annual rent, not enough for my living expenses for a month. It's not that I spend a lot of money each month, it's that the rent is too low.

He wrote on the ground again, probably saying that everyone is this standard, and many people have gone out to work in recent years, and they have rented their fields to others in this way, otherwise, it will be difficult to reclaim them if they want to plant something when they are wasted.

Saying goodbye to the dumb uncle, I thought all the way, it turns out that I am not a "proletariat", and I still have land. After I confirmed my "sphere of influence" from the village, I was overjoyed that I had two acres of fertile land and a fish pond. The fish pond was dug up by my grandfather when he was alive, and since my family had no neighbors, the village could not give it to any family, so I said that it was in recognition of my grandfather's many years of protection from the oppression of local villagers, and I legally owned it as the heir.

I was wandering on the edge of the pond, and I was still screwing with my mother, and I had spent the last semester with the cards that I had swiped; Although the relationship with my mother has eased now, I still don't want to use her money, in fact, I don't want to use his money, I just feel that I have to owe it anyway, since I already owe him, I owe him alone. Who said that a lot of debt is not pressing, it has weighed me down.

So, how can we make the most of these industries now in order to achieve self-sufficiency? There were still fish bubbling in the pond, so I quickly found the fishing rod I had used before, hung a piece of grass on the hook and put it down, and after a while, there was actually a fish biting the hook, how hungry it was. I sweated and cut two boxes of fish grass to feed the fish, and I also successfully caught a crucian carp to feed me. Officially, from the act of fish eating grass, I found that there are quite a few fish in it.

I remember that this pond has not been dry for more than two years, and the fry are still released by my grandfather. Although I was reluctant, I was still ruthless, because next semester, I didn't want to swipe that jack-pressed card anymore.

I went to the restaurants and hotels in the town, originally trying to sell my fish, but people didn't believe me because I was young. Later, I changed my strategy, and I found out that there was a family looking for dishwashers, so I went in and inquired, and temporary workers were okay, but the treatment was worse than the long-term one, and it was better than getting nothing, so I applied decisively.

After washing the dishes for a week, I heard a news from the front hall and back kitchen, because the weather is hot, the supper market is good, and the farmhouse fish in this store is particularly popular. It is also because of the hot weather, the survival rate of fish is low if it is transported over long distances, and the transportation cost is increased, so it is generally necessary to contact nearby farmers and let them deliver them when needed.

The next day, I caught a big live fish from the pond and brought it to the kitchen, and I said thank you for taking care of me and inviting everyone to eat my home-raised fish.

The chef was also a master of the arts, and this fish made him almost make a whole fish feast. Chopped pepper fish head, fish offal hot pot, sauerkraut fish, boiled fish...... In short, when we ate the working meal, the boss smelled the fragrance.

With a week of hard work and the fish they had tasted were outstanding, the boss agreed to let me send a few more fish for the customer to try.

When I went back, I asked the dumb man to help cast the net and catch the fish, he was really very smart, after learning that I was going to deliver the fish, he spread his tricycle with a tarpaulin, put the water to raise the fish, and made sure that it was still alive in the store in the morning.

Another week, the demand for fish in the store is getting bigger and bigger, and the dumb man's small three-wheeler is no longer enough.

The boss asked, "What do you eat with fish?" ”

I'm weird, and I need to ask, "Grass." ”

He asked again, "How long have you been raising it?" ”

I did the math: "Two and a half years." ”

He then asked, "How many?" ”

Now I was stupid: "I don't know." ”

He hesitated slightly: "How many phone numbers are at home, and I will talk to your parents?" ”

"No, you don't have to look for them, I can call the shots."

At first, the boss didn't believe that the pond was mine, but he didn't believe it until I showed him my ID card and the certificate from the village.

He gave me two options: first, I gave him the pond, he drained the water, fished all the fish, and paid me a lump sum; Second, I will send as much fish as he needs in his store every day, and the fish will be paid daily.

I chose two, but he gave me a thumbs up. Actually, I just don't want people to catch them all, I just want them to flow for a long time. But I could tell from his face that I had made the right choice.

The dumb man was gesturing to me again, "What about Tian?" It's still too late to rent it to someone else to grow late rice. ”

You don't have to worry about selling rice when you grow rice in the big stream, and when the autumn harvest comes, the grain dealers will drive to your home to harvest it. But because of this, the variety is single, the price is not high, and I can only mix food and clothing at the end of the year, which is the current situation of my maternal grandparents and the villagers here.

I didn't want to rent it out, so I told the dumb uncle my idea: "First plant one acre of rice, and the two varieties of sticky and glutinous varieties will each occupy half; The remaining acre is reclaimed, and I will sow it when I think of what to plant. ”

He smiled and nodded: "Then you have to think about it quickly, time waits for no one." ”