By the time Tang Que got dressed and came to the hall with the stove room, Tang Zhang's family had already started to burn the fire, "What about Dad?" Tang Que asked, buttoning the cloth button on his clothes.

Tang Zhang, who was lowering his head and burning the fire, didn't speak, and tilted his head out of the door.

Tang Que went out of the door and saw his father standing in the middle of the courtyard seriously, raising his hand and not knowing what he was doing, only to find that he was holding a thin hair on his finger.

Tang Que was very curious, "Dad, what are you doing here?" ”。

"Today is the spring equinox, I will occupy the wind, and then look at the clouds", he saw that Tang Que was puzzled, and deliberately slowed down the speed of his speech, "Cheng, you remember, on the day of the spring equinox, the wind comes from Kunfang, and it will be cold this year, and generally the harvest of beans in such a year is good; If the wind comes from the side, the crops will be sick, and if the wind comes from the side, there will be many frost and damage from the earthquake side, and there will be many frost damage from the dry side, and then the price of grain will be expensive.

Tang Que knew that this was teaching him agricultural knowledge, although he didn't know where the gossip was at all, and he also wrote down these words first, and the sky gradually brightened between the father and son's words, and he saw a blue cloud rising in the sky, "Sure enough, it's still a green cloud, it's the same as the day of the beginning of spring, it seems that it's true that we will plant fewer beans and more wheat this year."

"Qingyun Yimai, right? That's a good thing, and it's time to be happy."

"Qingyun Yimai is true, but the price of wheat in such a year is low, although there is more grain, but it can't fall a few, hey......."

When Tang Que heard this, the first thing that came to mind was the text "Collected Three or Five Buckets Overcharged" that he learned in middle school that day, and the price of wheat harvest was naturally low, but poor families had to pay taxes and grain when they had more money, and they could not stay when the price of wheat was high, so it became his father's current appearance.

Tang Que naturally didn't want to sell the grain he had worked so hard to grow, and then spend money to buy grain to eat when it was expensive, sell it at a low price, buy it at a high price, it was a bottomless pit of a vicious circle, but if you want to change this situation, you have to have active money on hand to support the life of the whole family when the price of wheat is low. went around in a big circle and returned to the biggest problem Tang Que is facing now, that is, lack of money.

Tang Que couldn't say anything about this problem before he thought of a way, suppressed the anxiety in his heart and said with a smile: "A good year is better than a disaster year, let's eat first, and you have to go uphill after eating."

The meal in the morning was also simple, Tang Que didn't eat steamed buns anymore, but the batter he ate like the second elder stirred elm money, elm money was a rare thing in the later life, and if you wanted to eat a bite in the city, you really had to spend a lot of money. But this season is almost a must-have food for the poor family in spring, although this object is fresh and tender, but the taste is really not better if there is no oil and less salt, in order to avoid the second elder worrying, Tang Que can only swallow two bowls as if nothing happened. This also stimulated him even more to want to make money.

At the time of the spring equinox, the wheat seedlings have just grown inches long, and it is the time to hoe again, and it is not a light job to hoe more than ten acres of slope land, so Tang Que's family of three even Tang Zhang's family also brought farm tools up the slope together.

Because of Tang Cheng's body, Tang Lack of these most basic farm jobs was quick to get started, even if there was something unfamiliar, Tang Zhang's only because he had been sick for too long, but persuaded him to rest again and again.

Tired, Tang Que is really tired, he grew up in a Kochi family in the city and suffered this kind of suffering? As soon as he hoeed two lines, he felt a stiffness in his waist.

Tang Que raised his head and let out a sigh, and saw that the second elder who was also bent over had already reached far in front of him, under the rising sun, the old two were bent almost like a bow, especially the morning breeze swept Tang Zhang's gray hair, which seemed to be very eye-catching, she was only thirty-nine years old this year, but she was as old as fifty or sixty, and the scene in front of her really stimulated Tang Que, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, in short, he felt that there was a breath in his stomach rushing upward.

Tang Que spit out this backrushing qi viciously, and at the same time tightened the hoe in his hand, and then bent down to dig fiercely, looking at his vicious demeanor, as if he had a grudge against the slope.

After Tang Que bent down this time, until Tang Zhang called him, he never raised his head in the middle, and blindly attacked the slope. The waist was first sore and pulled, then it hurt, and then the feeling was a little numb. After a while, the whole cycle reappeared, and his hands, which had not worked for more than half a year, could not withstand such a violent toss, first breaking the skin, and then constantly oozing blood.

At this time, the tenacity in Tang Que's bones was completely attacked, and he was now competing not only with the weeds in the field, but also with himself. I didn't care about the hot pain in my waist and hands, and the hoe under my hand didn't fall at all, and slowly caught up with the progress of the fall.

Hearing Tang Zhang's shouting to stop and rest, Tang Que relaxed the hoe handle in his hand, and when he was about to raise his waist to get up, he felt like a big grinding disc had fallen on his waist, and it hurt when he moved, because the hair just now hurt his waist, and he couldn't stand up straight for a while now.

Seeing Tang Zhang, who had just sat down, was about to walk towards him with a worried face, Tang Que gritted his teeth and made a smile, and stood bent over with a hoe in both hands, "Mother, I'm fine, you can rest well."

After resting, he continued to do it, not to mention his waist, the blood oozing from Tang Que's hands never stopped, and he learned the method commonly used by farmers to grab a handful of fine soil from the ground and sprinkle it. Doing this kind of work is too slow, dragging every minute and second is as difficult as refusing to go, Tang Que is all relying on the tenacity in his temperament to insist, and when he finally survives until the middle of the day, he is already with lead in his legs and his face is pale.

"Cheng, what are you doing to yourself, what if you break your body?" Seeing her son's appearance, Tang Zhang's distressed tears came out, when she was working in the morning, she was stopped by the head of the house several times, and now she is distressed and inevitably complains about men.

"You take a break and go home to prepare a meal", the old Tang, who has always spoken little, turned a blind eye to his wife's complaints, "Cheng, my father knows that you are suffering in the morning, but we are hard people, how can we survive if we can't endure hardship?" It's okay if you are ruthless today, first boil your body thoroughly and solidly, and then adapt faster. It's just a few days when it's uncomfortable, and it's good to get used to it later. Although this method is poisonous, it is more crisp than cutting meat with a blunt knife."

"Mother, I'm fine, what my father said is reasonable", seeing that Tang Que's face was not good, but after all, he still had a smile, Tang Zhang's family also put his mind at ease, and then one of the husband and wife went home to cook, and the other wanted to go to the river to see the paddy fields, so they followed the ridge down the slope of the field.

After Tang Que watched their backs disappear, he bent down and walked to the weedy on the side of the slope, and when he lay down on the ground, he clearly heard a crispy sound like fried beans coming from the lumbar vertebrae behind him.

"Yo...... Yo ......" gasped in his mouth and suddenly lay on the ground, Tang Que felt that this body was not his own, all the strength in his body was emptied, it seemed that he couldn't even lift a little fingertip, and his forehead was even more sweaty with a little hair.

When Tang Zhang's food arrived, Tang Que was very hungry, but he had no appetite at all, so he barely drank two bowls of mushy soup, but he didn't eat a bite of steamed buns.

In the afternoon, he was ruthless with the slope, and in the afternoon it became a slope to be ruthless at him, and Tang Que didn't know how he stayed up until the sun set.

Returning home with the rising moon and barely washing his hands and face, Tang fell on the bed without taking off his clothes, and he couldn't feel the musty smell in the house at this time, and when Tang Zhang's porridge was boiled and he was asked to come out, he saw his son fall asleep on the bed early.