"Yes." Chen An nodded his head violently and clenched his fists, finally someone at home was willing to pay attention to him.

Chen Ping was also thinking about it, and the reason why he would tell Chen An these things was completely a sudden thought. In Chen Ping's plan, he wanted to wait another year or two before trying to communicate with Chen An about responsibility.

But Chen Ping's continuous movements over the past few days have been so smooth that Chen Ping himself can't believe it, and there is a sense of unreality that it is too easy.

"Maybe it's the persecution." muttered softly, since it had already been said, then it was said, Chen Ping instructed Chen An, "What I told you tonight, you can know it yourself, don't tell others." ”

"Can't even grandpa and mother say it?" Chen An's eyes widened.

"No, it will worry my grandmother. You and I are the men in the family, so we have to support this family, and we have to carry the hardships and hardships by ourselves. Chen Ping began to brainwash, pointing to the darkness above his head, "Just like this reed roof, we have to shelter our grandmother and little lady from the wind and rain to prevent them from being harmed." ”

"Well, brother, don't worry, I know." The secret of the two, the trust between the men, Chen Antun felt that he was already a man, and he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders, "In the future, I will inquire about Xue Xiong in Shangtu Village, and I will burn his house down when I see the gap." ”

"You don't have to do that, you just need to get along with your classmates and keep an eye on Xue Xiong and others who may cause harm to my family." Chen Ping imparted his experience, "In this way, Brother He will tell a story today, and you will understand after listening to this story." ”

"What's the story?" According to the habits of the past, Chen An had already slept at this time, but after Chen Ping's responsibility and the man's narration, there was no trace of sleepiness, and he supported himself, his eyes lit up in the dark.

"Latent."

Chen Ping said two words.

Neither of the brothers slept enough that night, and by the time Chen Ping had finished talking about the lurking that had replaced some background content, the first rooster crow in the backyard had already sounded.

Looking at the window, Chen Ping rubbed his eyes, raised his hands and straightened his body, stretched his waist slightly, and lifted the quilt.

Just put on his robe and was tying his belt, Chen Ping caught a glimpse of Chen An, who was originally lying on the kang with Zhengxiang, sitting up: "It's still early, rest for a while, and I'll talk to my mother later, and let her call you when breakfast is ready." ”

Four or five miles of road, except for the first day when Chen Ping led Chen An to Shangtu Village, Chen An went alone in the following days. There are already people working in the fields, so there is no need to worry about safety.

"I'm going to work out like my brother." Chen Ping rubbed his eyes, rolled out of bed, and took his clothes from the bamboo frame on the side to wear.

It's strange that they will take the initiative to ask for exercise.

After putting on his clothes, Chen Ping put on half of his leather gloves and walked to the uneven bars outside the courtyard, and Chen An also followed.

"Brother, you're high, I'm low." Chen An assigned, "You go back a bit, don't get in my way." ”

Hearing this, Chen Ping took a few steps back, got out of the way, looked at Chen An stepping his feet and grasping the iron bar, and smiled: "Let's see how many days you can last." ”

Time is walking day by day, and more young leaves are squeezed out of the dead grass on the side of the road, which is the backyard of Chen Ping's house, next to the root of the wall, because of the moisture of poultry manure, the grass is even more prosperous.

In the west room, on the side of the latrine, Chen Xiaoyi is moving a large clay jar, half a person high, the mouth of the jar sealed with wooden planks and earth.

"It's really heavy, can this thing really be done?" Chen Xiaoyi held the pottery jar and said to Chen Ping on the side, "Don't waste your efforts." ”

Chen Ping was not very sure, and said: "Open it and take a look at it, you will know that there should be no problem." ”

Buckle the soil, take the plank, a rancid smell wafted out, Chen Xiaoyi hurriedly waved his arms, and stepped back: "What smell, how can it be so stinky, I'm afraid it won't happen." ”

Chen Ping was silent, and after a while, when the rancid smell dissipated and gradually faded, he walked over and looked into the pottery jar, which was a black-gray paste.

"Did this thing come to be, or didn't it work? Really make the poorlands fertile? Chen Xiaoyi came over, took a broken scoop in his hand, and scooped some paste out of the clay jar, which was as bad as mud, and he couldn't see what it was.

The large clay jar was stuffed with weeds, rotting leaves, rice stalks, and the manure of some people and livestock, which were compacted and sealed.

"It can be done, it's just right, grandpa doesn't believe it, try the half acre of wheat land in the north first." The wheat can be harvested in two months, and now the growth is gratifying, in a field that has just been turned, it seems very abrupt, and there are more people who come to Chen Ping's house to ask about the wheat than usual, Chen Ping wants to sprinkle all the organic fertilizer in this clay jar in the wheat field.

Before the scion, you can also add some fertility.

Chen Xiaoyi went to fetch two wooden barrels, scooped the paste from the clay jar, filled two large buckets, and picked them up: "What are you doing with fertilization in your wheat field?" Seeing that the rice was about to be sown, the fields in the east of the village had to be sprinkled with some fertilizer. ”

The bamboo flat was put on his shoulder, Chen Xiaoyi snorted a few times, the two wooden barrels shook, and the people went out of the courtyard to the east of the village.

Picked up the wooden planks on the ground, and covered the mouth of the pottery jar, Chen Ping followed behind Chen Xiaoyi and also went out.

Chen Ping has only been to the restaurant in the county and city once in the past few days, Chen Cripple did not disappoint Chen Ping, and the supervision was in place, and Zhao Gui and others could also listen to Chen Cripple's opinions, of course, this was not unrelated to Chen Ping's signal to Chen Cripple to put a bucket of warm water with sucrose on the working ground every day.

As for the progress of wooden utensils such as tables and chairs, Chen Pingtong went to Yang He to see it, Yang He's house is in the county seat, three rooms, and a small courtyard on one side. When Chen Ping went, he squeezed in, the courtyard was full of wood, more than a dozen people were busy in the courtyard, and there were a lot of broken wood chips scattered on the ground.

After a few words of explanation with Chen Cripple, Chen Ping did not go to the county or city again, and if there was progress, Chen Cripple would let someone inform him. The brick kiln under Liuhe Mountain is close to Baitu Village, Chen Ping can go at any time, and with Xue Wang leading, the progress of the brick kiln is also very smooth.

There was nothing to do left and right, and he started to be the shopkeeper, but Chen Ping was idle, and there was a lack of Ding Zhuang at home to help serve the fields, so Chen Ping simply followed Chen Xiaoyi to the fields.

The father and son walked one after the other to their own fields in the east of the village, and the faint smell of rancid smell wafted out of the wooden barrels, attracting the sideways glances of the villagers who occasionally went to the fields together.

"What are you picking this barrel for? Why is it so stinky, this is going to the ground? Chen Shanbao led the ploughing ox and carried the Quyuan plough on his back, caught up from behind, and when he got closer, he glanced at the barrel, which was quite strange.

A few years ago, Chen Xiaoyi's family planted some wheat in the north of the village, and the villagers all knew that wheat was also grown in other counties, and wheat seeds were sold in counties and cities, but no one in the village thought of sowing seeds.

Chen Xiaoyi's family planted it, and some people in the village said that it would not live, but now the half acre of wheat is green and tight, and others have to be envious when they see it, and they only hate that the wheat seeds were not sown together.

Chen Shanbao saw Chen Xiaoyi holding a wooden barrel at this time, and he was in love. (To be continued.) )