The beginning of spring is followed by rain. Qunfang spectrum said: Rain, yang energy gradually rises, clouds disperse into water, like rain.

After the beginning of spring preparation, the crops in the fields around Fengshan have been sprouted, and this season should continue to top dressing, raking the ground, and dredging ditches. As the temperature rises, the evaporation of surface water in the drylands increases sharply, and people who rely on the weather to eat pray for a few expensive spring rains at this season.

There are no ditches on the north bank of Nanxi that can dredge and divert water for them, except for those northwestern farmers who grow sugarcane for the Zheng family, other people, including He Baozheng, are waiting for God to reward them and help them water the ground when it rains. Farmers wipe, prick, and harrow the fields to reduce the amount of water in the land.

It is said that the hard work of the ancient working people created a splendid ancient culture, but in Liang Chuan's view, it seems that this is not the case. The pursuit of comfort is everyone's nature, and farmers are forced by life to immerse themselves in the yellow earth every day. Like now, when it rains, everyone is looking forward to two rains, and the seedlings in the field will never go to carry water to water the ground until they are killed by drought.

Villagers in several villages on the north shore basically grow a few acres of winter wheat or sorghum, and then pair them with some seasonal vegetables. After the winter wheat is harvested, you can eat it yourself, the taste of sorghum is very poor, and now there are many fewer people who eat it, and as for the seasonal vegetables, they are picked up and sold in the market, and the money from the sale is used to buy some rice. Because if vegetables can be sold, they are still worth more than wheat.

Wheat also has the advantage of not using a lot of irrigation water, and is a typical dryland crop. Liang Chuan could only shake his head when he saw them farming like this, it was strange that he was not poor in farming, and he could ring the bell for a day every day, and he would not be moved until the fire burned his buttocks.

He Baozheng's wife Wang followed Li Erhua to learn to weave bamboo, although he is still an apprentice, but the objects he made can be used. Ye Xiaochai brought these bamboo weavings to the store to sell, although there were not many people who came to patronize every day, but they sold one a day, and several bamboo baskets were sold one after another.

Ye Xiaochai will do accounts, everyone will do a few, and she will do accounts in a unified manner if she sells a few. After all, Wang is not his own person, at most he is a freelancer who makes an object to sell here, and the money that should be given to her should still be given.

Because the bamboo baskets made by the Wang family are not mature enough, they will sell more than those made by Li Erhua. The price of a bamboo basket in the store is 150 Wen, such a basket can be used for decades, and the cost of a few years is only 150 Wen.

One hundred and fifty Wen Liang Chuan will give Wang's one hundred and twenty Wen, and one-fifth of the difference Liang Chuan will stay by himself, because it is not cost-free to open a store by himself, and it is impossible to use them as a platform to sell bamboo weaving without making a little cost.

So far, three have been sold, and all the money received has been given to Wang, and Wang's hands are a little trembling with more than 300 yuan. . . She learned this craft from a few younger sisters.,Usually after doing the housework at home and the farm work of the dead ghost, I sit in the yard together in the sun.,Do some craft.,I didn't expect to really make money.。。 And this money is more than the money you make selling vegetables by your own dead ghosts.

Wang is a very characteristic person, she is a fairly traditional peasant woman, who is a good housekeeper, and she will not learn from other people's long-tongued women, but she is particularly disgusted with men who like the new and hate the old. In the past few days, I saw that Liang Chuan still gave Liang Chuan a look on his face from time to time, that is, I heard that Liang Chuan went to Xinghua to visit the kiln. Unexpectedly, Liang Chuan paid her wages in the past few days, and when Liang Chuan handed her the money, she was a little embarrassed, her face was red and white for a while, Liang Chuan looked at it and sighed in his heart, it was really an honest farmer.

"The owner. . . This.. I can't take this money from you. Wang was polite.

Liang Chuan directly stuffed the money to Wang's and said: "Sister Wang, you can order this money, now that the business has just started, I will sell three, I will give you the money first, the money will be earned slowly, and it will get better and better in the future." ”

The Wang family basically didn't make much money, and He Bao was busy making money, she was a peasant girl for the first time to know that women could make money, and it was only a few days, and she earned more than the men in her own family.

Wang looked at the string of money in a daze, a little at a loss, several girls looked at Zhile from the side, and persuaded Wang: "Sister Wang, if the owner gives you this money, you can accept it quickly, the owner has a good business mind, and he will sell more in the future and earn more." ”

Everyone knows that Liang Chuan is a capable person, isn't it a capable person who can take them to drink wine and eat meat every day and live in a big house? After the dead ghosts of his own family hooked up with this Liang Chuan, they all gained several pounds, and their faces became rounded. This can really make money, but it's a pity that my daughter married a bad gambler, and it's still hanging outside, the family has eaten a meal and has not eaten, this San Lang is benevolent and righteous, and I have to quickly ask her to learn this craft together.

He Baozheng came back from the field, with a bitter face, Liang Chuan looked at this old boy who seemed to hide a lot of things in his stomach every day, and he chopped firewood, and he didn't bother with him.

Wang pulled the absent-minded He Baozheng aside, and opened the string of copper coins in his hand to show He Baozheng. He Baozheng's eyes opened suddenly: "Where did you get this money?" His tone suddenly increased by three points.

When Wang saw that the dead ghost of his family still had a temper, he immediately looked at Mai Mang, and also talked to him, and said fiercely: "Why are you talking so loudly, are you afraid that others won't hear you!" What kind of murder are you, in addition to being at home, you have seen others outside, have you ever seen you so majestic! ”

He Baozheng was already in a bad mood, and his heart was heavy, but now he looks at it, the limelight is not right, has this mother-in-law eaten too much salt today, she is so angry, and she dares to raise the bar with herself in front of so many people. He has always eaten hard rather than soft, picking soft persimmons and pinching, Wang had the upper hand, he softened, and said curtly: "Alas, I'll talk about it later, what's the matter with your money?" ”

Did the Wang family see that the dead ghost was soft, he used to have no money in his hands, and he didn't speak hard, but now he can make money, and he looked at the face of the dead ghost, and said: "This is the salary that San Lang sent me, and after selling a few bamboo baskets, there is so much money. ”

He Baozheng's eyes were straight, and he came to learn to weave bamboo baskets with them for a few days, with such a big string of money in his hands, he was so busy in the field these days that his waist was about to break, and it happened to be raining. In a few days, the family is not going to be turned upside down, it will be her turn to be the master.

"I can't collect this money, so I should pay it back to others."

He Baozheng came up categorically and couldn't accept it, but he made the Wang family hairy, and everyone had to say that he could accept it, but you slapped his swollen face here and said that he couldn't accept it, "San Lang is going to say that he wants to collect it, and the business will get better and better in the future, and he will share more money!" I think it's not a good way for our daughter to bring a drag oil bottle now, I plan to talk to San Lang, her family put it in advance, come and learn to make bamboo weaving with me, make some money and go back to serve her two in-laws, what do you think. ”

He Baozheng was like a defeated rooster, and shook his face and said, "You can do whatever you like." After speaking, he walked to Liang Chuan's side and sat down, with a look of disappointment.

"Your face is wrong, what's wrong?" Liang Chuan asked leisurely.

He Baozheng sighed and said, "This craft is all learned from you, so it's not appropriate for you to take money." ”

"It's right to learn from us, but it's also your own hard work, I'm equivalent to a bamboo seller, and the source of goods is still you, you can't let you supply me for free at one time.。

He Baozheng changed his words and said: "San Lang, you have a lot of ways, help me think of a way out, now there is no way to plant this land, it is tiring to plant, and the harvest is pitiful all year round, this rain has not fallen for several days, and the grass in the field is almost dry. ”

In the past, at the end of winter and the beginning of winter, the rain began to fall endlessly, and it continued to rain until the end of summer, from continuous spring rain to summer rainstorm with lightning. This year, from last year's low to now, not a drop of water has fallen from the sky, and the beginning of spring has passed, but it still doesn't get better!

"It's really not a way for God not to rain anymore, seeing that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and if there is no rain, it won't last in the summer."

He Baozheng nodded in agreement, it was rare for this young man to think of it with him, and he looked at Liang Chuan with his eyes, hoping that he could give him an idea.

"I don't think you can plant these plots of land, you can't plant them anymore, you can't plant them famously, in my opinion."

"What do you think."

"In my opinion, you are like a younger brother, I will find you a job, give me a hand, forget it, but you are the head of a village, and you are upright... When Liang Chuan said this, he secretly glanced at He Baozheng, just to see if he was willing to pull down this face, if he was still holding it, then don't think about doing some business, go back to farming his field obediently.

He Baozheng thought for a while, almost did not hesitate, and said, "Okay, I'll do it!" ”

This time it made Liang Chuan a little impressed, he thought that this old boy would not be able to pull his face to work for him, but he didn't expect him to be so simple, and he agreed at once.

He Baozheng thinks so, he has been in the name of this bullshit Baozheng for decades, but the days are going back and forth, and it is useless. As the so-called donkey dung eggs are light on the surface, only he knows his own suffering behind it, and now others are looking at his upright identity to entrust him to do things, but he can't even put his own affairs on the table, let alone other people's affairs, and that's how the days of integrity in poor places are. In other ways, it's better to get out of the way, your mother-in-law can make so much money, and she won't be worse than her.