When he returned home, the two fools packed up the ploughshare and rope, took out the red horse from the horse number and tied it to the stone carving stake in the yard, and strode into the courtyard.

Mei Renhou came out of the back room and was rarely polite to him: "You take a sip of tea first." ”

The second fool stood in the courtyard and said that he did not drink.

Mei Renhou said: "Today we will plant medicinal herbs. You don't care about the seeds, I'll take them. As he spoke, he took out a puff of smoke, blew the ash out of the hookah, put down the hookah, drank the last cup of tea, and walked out of the street and into the horse.

The second fool untied the red horse and put on the plough stick. Mei Renhou told him to carry the heavy iron-toothed rake again,

He carried a pickaxe under his arm, and Martin held a bamboo-striped broom. The second fool was surprised to find that the priest was also there, this monk could not only recite scriptures, but also farm?

The second fool turned around and asked, "Lord Yang, what are you doing with a broom?" ”

The priest didn't explain: "It's useful." The second fool stopped asking. The three of them walked through the streets and alleys, out of the village, and down the river beach, where the red horse dragged an empty plow on the dirt road in the field with a jaw-dropping sound.

The fields have changed their appearance, the colours of autumn have faded like feathers, and the rivers have taken on a quiet aftermath of noise.

Along the irrigation canals and on the well platforms are piles of freshly cleared stalks from the fields. The wheat planting is almost finished, and the fields that have just been planted are bare with wet soil, and the fields that were planted early are already showing the tender green of the young leaves of the wheat seedlings.

The rainy season of autumn has come to an end, and the gloom and gloom that has long permeated the rivers and villages has been cleared. The earth is simple and elegant, the sky is open and deep, and the cold air of the early morning makes people feel refreshed.

The red horse dragged the plough stick into his own field, and the two fools put the ploughshare into the land, turned back and asked, "What kind of medicine do you plant?" I haven't planted it. What do you say? ”

The priest told him that he still had to cultivate the seeds as if they were wheat seeds, and that the seeds should be slipped down at intervals of one plough or two small furrows, and that they would be planted with grain. In order to sow evenly, the seeds need to be mixed with fine soil to form fine sand, because the seeds are too small and too small.

The two fools shouted at the red horses to line up. One plough next to the other, ploughing more delicately than the furrows of the wheat.

The priest looked at the ploughed soil and changed his mind: "Plough it again, rake it again, break up the dead mud lumps, and then dig a ditch and sow seeds." It's not okay to plant like this now. ”

After the summer and autumn flooding and the trampling during the harvest, the sticky yellow clay soil is seriously compacted, and large chunks of dead mud are turned out on the ploughshare, and the small seeds are covered in the soil layer without breaking the mud.

The second fool couldn't help asking: "What kind of medicinal herbs are more delicate than wheat?" ”

Mei Renhou said: "Poppy. "Bai Mei Renhou said that poppies are as plain as wheat or peas.

2. There will be no more fools. He doesn't know about poppies, and it's not surprising that he can't even remember the names of ten of the hundreds of Chinese medicinal materials, and poppies are just a kind of traditional Chinese medicine, or they are precious and rare.

The sun rises on the top of the white deer and the top of the original pole is high, this piece of land of more than one acre is ploughed, unload the plough and then put on the iron tooth rake, Bai Mei Renhou pulls the two ropes and commands the red horse rake to grind again, and the ground becomes flat and loose.

The second fool took off his rake and put on his ploughman, and made a ditch and sowed seeds in the ground that had been ploughed and polished. Every two small plows, Martin followed the two fools' buttocks and slipped down the seeds mixed with fine soil, and then dragged them along the furrow with a broom that slipped over the seeds, and covered the tiny and delicate poppy seeds with a thin layer of soil.

At this time, many men who were working in the fields stood near and far to watch the strange behavior of these three men, and how did they sweep into the furrow with the brooms that swept the yard?

The farmer was very interested in these things, and rushed over to see what kind of reputation Bai Mei Renhou was doing. They squatted on the edge of the ground, kneading the soil, carefully picking up a few seeds that had just slipped into the ditch, twisting them in the palms of their hands, rubbing them with their fingers, and the small seeds were twisted into the soil, shining like black and purple gems.

They giggled and asked curiously, "Master Mei, what kind of crops did you plant?" ”

Mei Renhou said flatly: "Medicinal herbs." ”

They also asked, "What herbs?" Mei Renhou still said in the same tone as when he talked about wheat and grain: "When the time comes, you will know!" ”

Shuping came out of the shade at the back of the crowd, two tea bowls in her hands. Her personal maid, Mama Wu, followed her with a pot of tea. Wu's mother is not very old, she is two years older than the young grandmother, but because she married and became a widow, she was called older.

The young grandmother walked up to the young master, poured him a bowl of tea, and raised it to his mouth for him to drink. She held the bowl and asked the second young master to drink the water inside. The second young master breathed a sigh of relief.

The young grandmother poured another bowl of tea for Martin, and Martin's face trembled, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say. Shuping smiled, laughing without a sound. She said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Rest in the shade and don't get sunburned. Take a break! ”

She had a foreign sentence in her words. The young grandmother's understanding of foreign language is very limited, and the pronunciation is not very accurate. But when she muttered foreign words, the people who looked at her were stupid! They muttered behind their backs that the Mei family's second daughter-in-law had big feet, and they couldn't help but admit that she was an amazing woman.

She lifted the bowl in front of Martin. Martin was barebacked, and his face was covered in sweat.

Shuping beckoned to the second fool and gestured. He ran over and took the tea bowl from the young grandmother's hand. A few drops of hot water splashed and scalded his fingers. He doesn't care. When he took the bowl, his hand wiped the young grandmother's hand, and an indescribable taste came out of his heart. The hand and arm became heavy and swollen.

Young grandma's hands are poisonous! Her laughter was also poisonous. The second fool felt that if he looked at her any more, he was going to die!

He was also thirsty, and there was no one to feed him. He fed Martin water for the young grandmother. Drops of water ran down his chin to his hairy chest.

He was so strong, he bent down with two broad straps of flesh bulging up from his spine. The second fool returned the tea bowl to the young grandmother and deliberately wiped her hands, her eyes were not on my side, and her eyes sucked the back of the road.

The second fool fantasized about getting into the body of the road, taking his back as his own, and bending the fleshy back towards the young grandmother, so that she could think about the strength in her bones.

The second fool was daydreaming, and the young grandmother's green dress and green dress had drifted back to the shade.

He heard Mother Wu talking in her ear: Do you drink or not?

She was carrying a bowl of water and wanted to feed it!

He said firmly, "No."

When the sun had set, the precious seeds had been sown, and everyone was ready to leave, the young master lit the lantern and said to the young grandmother, "You should go back first." Martin and I still have something to discuss."

The young master said, "It's dark. Fool, you go back with them. ”

The road was uneven, and there were no lights, so they walked very slowly. When she got off the stone platform, the young grandmother pressed her hand on the shoulder of the second fool, and when she walked to the flat road, she withdrew her hand.

His heart was pounding, for fear that his strange thoughts would make her see it. He wanted to hold her hand, wanted to carry her, wanted to deliberately take her to a place with a pit, so that she would fall into the air with one foot.

She said: "Silly brother, Mr. Martin is very polite, what is usually missing, he doesn't say that you have to say it for him."

He said: "He lacks nothing, we serve him more thoughtfully than the master, what does he have to say"

She said: "It's not easy for people to come here alone, and it can't be too much to serve. Is he used to eating rice now?"

"He's been used to eating for a long time, and he's eating more than anyone else," he said.

She said: "People are so tall, it's strange if they don't eat much."

Wu's mother said, "It's not eating your rice, don't you think about it?"

He said, "What do I hate? I'm telling the young grandmother that he can enjoy enough happiness, and our Mei family is worthy of him."

Wu's mother said, "Look at you! What's the hurry?"

The young grandmother smiled and didn't speak again. When she was about to get home, the young grandmother groaned lowly, sat down on a stone at the corner of the street, and said, "Wait for them!" ”

The young grandmother looked over there, her face was moonlight, and her lips and nose were bright. The two fools hid in the shadow of the moon behind them, watching the young grandmother with one foot on the stone pavement. The foot poked out from under the skirt, like a little rabbit, like a bird with its wings clenched and unnamed!

After a while, I saw the light of the lantern, and then heard Martin whistling.

The young grandmother said, "Mr. Martin's mouth is like a flute," and she was very happy. Wu's mother was stupidly happy. Martin and the young master are also very happy, right? The only one who is unhappy is the second fool. His heart was sour. In addition, I can't sit down with my young grandmother in the night, and I can't secretly smell the fragrance of her hair behind her back.

The second fool hated the two men who came over, and it made no sense. There is no reason for such a thing.