The earth is yellow, autumn is thick, and in the countryside, the leaves of the flourishing lonely trees begin to turn green. Under the white clouds, the birds happily prey on the grasshoppers that have just grown into flying grasshoppers at low altitudes, chirping and chirping like a child.

The autumn in Shu is very beautiful, especially coinciding with this harvest year, and the autumn scenery is intoxicating.

Yang Yi walked with his hands in his hands, walking on the criss-crossing ridges, like a wandering poet between leisurely walks, and was perceiving the subtlety of heaven and earth.

Yang Yi came to a canal, stood on the edge of the canal and took a deep breath, the fragrant smell of rice came to his face, and he was suddenly relaxed.

I wanted to write a poem describing the autumn harvest in response to the occasion, but I didn't hold back a word for a long time, and I almost forgot the poems I learned in the Chinese textbooks in my previous life.

Simply, Yang Yi began to hum quietly the most vivid and catchy song in his previous life that depicted the field:

"Our hometown...

On the field of hope drops ~~

Cooking smoke wafts over newly built houses,

The creek flows beside the beautiful village.

A piece of winter wheat, a piece of sorghum...

Ten miles of lotus pond, ten miles of fruit

Oops, cough, ho, ho, babble~~"

The singing voice was melodious, gently echoing in the wind, but Yang Yi also sang such a paragraph over and over again, because he couldn't remember the second paragraph for a long time.

The two of them, Monkey Jian'er and Tie Niu, who were following Yang Yi, looked at each other, there was no surprise in their eyes, they were used to Yang Yi humming all the strange but beautiful tunes from time to time.

"Which tune is your little baby singing, it sounds pretty good! But the singing is not too right, we only grow rice here, not sorghum. ”

Suddenly, a slightly old voice came, and the startled Iron Bull and Monkey Jian'er hurriedly grabbed the blade at their waists, ready to unsheath at any time.

Everyone looked up, but there was no one around.

Just as they were amazed, there was a small sound of falling earth from the dry canal under their feet, and the three of them looked down to see an old farmer covered in mud poking his head out from under the canal.

Yang Yi gently raised his hand to stop the monkey Jian'er who was about to come forward for interrogation, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, what are you doing in the canal?" ”

The old farmer smiled honestly when he heard this, raised his hand and threw up a bunch of weeds from below, and said: "In summer, the water quickly washes down a lot of weeds and other things, and takes advantage of the lack of water in autumn to clean up, and these weeds accumulate and block the canal in the next year." ”

Yang Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Can my husband come up and have a chat?" ”

The old farmer looked up at Yang Yi and the three of them, although the three of them were not dressed fancy, but they were authentic Shu brocade, which ordinary people could not afford to wear.

The old farmer smiled honestly and said, "Okay! I'll come up and rest too. ”

As he spoke, the old farmer pulled the weeds from the canal and climbed up with great effort.

Seeing this, Yang Yi hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help the old farmer, but the old farmer waved his hand a little frightened and said, "I'm covered in mud and dust, don't stain your clothes, I can come up myself." ”

After saying that, the old farmer climbed the ditch with a strong arm.

Yang Yi said with a smile: "My husband should be strong and strong, and he is very skilled." ”

The old farmer wiped the dust on his hands and said with a smile: "Farmers, you have to have a little strength, where can you cultivate these dozens of acres of land if you don't have the strength?" ”

Yang Yi said slightly: "How many fields does my father-in-law's family have?" ”

When the old farmer heard this, he proudly pointed to a large rice field next to the canal and said, "These more than 20 acres of the best growing rice are all owned by the old man's family. ”

"So much land? Do you plant alone? ”

"Where can I be, there is an old woman at home to help with her, and my daughter-in-law has just introduced our grandson to us recently, so we can only cook at home." The old farmer grinned, obviously a very talkative old man.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about your son?" Isn't he at home? ”

The old farmer said: "The old man originally had two sons, and the eldest son worked as a partner in a commercial house in Qiongzhou City. The second son just went to the army last year. ”

"Oh? Where did your son-in-law join the army? ”

The old farmer's rough face wrinkled when he heard this, and he said quite proudly: "Naturally, we joined the Shu army and became a military commander in Qiongzhou Mansion." ”

Yang Yi nodded, and said apologetically: "That old man has no men in his family, and his life is a little hard. ”

The old farmer waved his hand with a smile and said, "No, no, no, I have worked a little, but I am definitely not bitter." ”

"Why is that?"

The old farmer raised his hand and pointed to a large green and yellow rice field in front of him: "Son, look at these grains, I can tell you, after these grains are harvested, the rest of the tax paid to the government is all his own family, not only can the family eat for a year or two, but also can take out a part of it and sell it to the government, can you not be happy?" If it had been before, we wouldn't have dared to think about it. ”

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, smiled heartily, and squatted down on the edge of the ridge: "Come, old man, you can also sit down and rest." ”

After the old farmer sat down, Yang Yi turned around and asked Monkey Jian'er to take off the wine bag from his waist, handed it to the old farmer and said, "Old man, I invite you to drink." ”

The old farmer was flattered and took the wine bag and thanked, "Son, you are polite." ”

At Yang Yi's suggestion, the old man unscrewed the wine bag and drank it carefully, and suddenly exclaimed: "Okay... Wine! ”

Yang Yi smiled and said: "If you have good wine, you can drink more, my family has it." ”

The old farmer shook his head, resealed the wine bag and handed it back to Yang Yi: "Thank you for the kindness of the son, the little son's wine is too strong, and the old man will fall asleep in the ditch when he gets drunk, and it is estimated that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will die in a hurry." ”

"Haha! That's what the old man said. Yang Yi laughed, took the wine bag and took a sip of it himself, and suddenly asked again: "Uncle, I heard that there is a war ahead, aren't you worried?" ”

The old farmer frowned when he heard this, his smile faded a little, and he sighed and said, "Why don't you worry?" Those who are damn by God, but they have a good life, but they want to cause trouble, seeing that the grain is about to be harvested, what a pity if it is ruined at this time? Although the government has issued a notice that families whose grain has been destroyed will receive relief from the government, how can it be better to eat other people's food and eat their own? ”

Yang Yi nodded, thought about it and asked, "Then are you afraid?" ”

"Scared?" The old farmer suddenly smiled, and smiled very honestly: "No, the old man will not be afraid, and we will not be afraid of the entire Qiongzhou people." ”

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Because this is Shuzhong, we have 100,000 Shu troops, and we have a Shu king..."

"Gone?" I thought that the old farmer would continue to speak, but there was no follow-up.

The old farmer glanced at Yang Yidao strangely: "No, this is not enough?" ”

The old farmer's words were very simple, which made Yang Yi touch his chin a little embarrassed.