The white hand knew that it must be the Chen family brothers who not only told Tong Jiuyang about what happened to Fang Yulan's house that night, but also publicized it privately in the village.

He was mentally prepared, and he was not afraid at all, he even cleaned up Tong Jiuyang, and he was not afraid of the villagers chewing on the root of his tongue.

Jin Cuihua wanted to take advantage of the white hand, but it was useless, and the white hand's mind was on Fang Yulan.

The night was uneventful.

The white hand went home early and boiled water and watered the rice seeds in the soil pit.

The weather is still cold, and the rice seeds are watered with warm water to promote the early germination of the rice seeds.

The next step is to prepare for the germination of the rice to be planted.

The Bai family's seedling field is just outside the wall of the Bai family's courtyard, with a total of half an acre. In fact, three points are enough, and the extra two points are just lent to Chen Cuihua.

Half an acre of seedling field, two days with white hands. Dig a deep ditch first to ensure that it can be drained in time, and then turn the soil with a hoe one by one.

After turning the soil, the seedling field should be watered to ensure that the dry soil turns into clay, like a paste. Then use a bamboo rake to bulldoze the field, the more flat the better. Then drain the water and try not to let the seedlings have any water.

The seedling field still has to be fertilized, and the fertilizer should not be too much. With two dung buckets in his white hands, he scooped two loads of dung water from his own pit and sprinkled the rice fields.

It has been four days since the rice seeds were put into the pit, and the white hands have been checked more closely, and they have been looking through it three or five times a day. The rice seed has broken out of the shell and germinated, but the bud root is not long enough.

On the fifth day, most of the buds and roots of the rice seeds grew to six or seven millimeters.

It's time for the rice seed to get out of the pit, and if the bud root grows to one centimeter or more, it is overripe.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and the wind was not strong.

With his white hands, he brought two dustpans, a flat pole, a small bucket, and a bamboo broom, and came to the edge of the pit. First take away the straw and fiber bag, and then carefully use both hands to carry the rice seeds into the dustpan one by one.

If the sprouted rice seed breaks the root of the sprout, it becomes a dead seed.

When he arrived at the field, he took off his shoes and socks with his white hands, pulled up his trouser legs, and then carried the rice seeds one by one to the bucket.

Lift the ditch under your feet, there is water in the ditch, and it is strangely cold.

Like an old farmer, the white hand sprinkled the rice seeds evenly in the seedling field, and the five ridges of rice seedlings were sown well, and the rice seeds in the dustpan were also sprinkled.

There is another very important process. He took a bamboo broom in his white hand, immersed it in a ditch, dipped it in muddy water, and splashed it on the seedlings.

In order to keep warm, the rice seeds must be covered with muddy water before the rice buds take root, otherwise the rice seeds will freeze to death.

Finally, I finished doing it, checked it with my white hands, and then packed up my farm tools and went home.

This is the beginning of spring ploughing, and there are still at least 20 days to go from planting rice to transplanting it into seedlings and transplanting it to the field, and there is still a lot of work to be done.

The work in the field is not easy to do, and it is difficult to think about the three acres of land in his own hands.

First of all, the field should be filled with water, and then the field should be turned over with ox and so that the soil will soak in the water into muddy water.

There are no cattle in the plains, and the cattle are all in the mountains. In the past, when the production team was in production, the team had to rent one or two cattle to help with spring ploughing and production.

Now that I am working alone, I have to temporarily combine the rental cattle, or three or five, or seven or eight. Or five or six days, or ten days, and return it when it is used up.

The white hand is self-aware, and no one will partner with his family in the huge white village.

Self-reliance, hard work, Lao Tzu does it himself.

The old captain came up with an idea again.

The white hand was squatting on the stone bench to eat, a bowl of porridge, half a bowl of sweet potato dregs rice, and a small pot of pickled pickles, eating with relish.

"Tu Cub, what are you going to do with your three acres of field?"

The white hand deliberately teased the old captain, "I don't care about Datian, because you are not the captain anymore." ”

The old captain scolded: "I'm not the captain anymore, but I'm still the team leader, I can still manage it." ”

Guo Cai'e in the house heard it and scolded loudly: "Hand, why are you talking to the old captain." ”

"Mom, I'm making my uncle happy." He smiled at the old captain with his white hand: "You are here, young and old, at the last meeting, the government said that the majority of farmers are in charge of production. ”

"Be your own master, be your own master." The old captain actually had a smiling face, and his voice was lowered a lot, "Hey, I mean, three acres are planted, and five acres are also planted, and you took Chen Cuihua's two acres of land with you." ”

Staring at the old captain with white hands.

"I promised her, and I said you would say yes."

"Uncle, when will you be in charge of my home?"

"Dirt cubs, those who give money, people give money."

"How much?" As soon as he heard the word money, his white hands always lit up, and even he scolded himself for being unproductive.

"It's not going to be done alone, I haven't done it before, and the price is not easy to set. Hand, you go and discuss with Chen Cuihua yourself, what do you think? ”

"That's pretty much it." Glancing at the old captain with his white hand, he asked evilly: "Is it already hooked up to worry about Chen Cuihua's family so much?" ”

The old captain smiled, and his old face flushed, "I'm working hard, I'm working hard." ”

"To what extent, to what extent, to be honest? Don't tell the truth, I don't like you to be an old coolie. ”

"Hey, don't talk about it. She relented, and was doing the work of her son and daughter, and as long as they nodded, it was done. ”

I don't believe it with my hands, although Chen Cuihua is a widow, she wants to look good, and she wants banknotes, why do you like you as a bad old man.

But seeing that the old captain was full of enthusiasm and high morale, he couldn't bear to hit his confidence with his white hands.

"And what about your old man? Your old sons and daughters should hurry up and do their work. ”

"I'll go into the city tomorrow and tell them."

"Yes, yes, you have to avoid long nights and dreams." Seeing that the old captain was happy, he took the opportunity to beat his idea, "Uncle, help Chen Cuihua work, I'm fine, but you have to sacrifice yourself." ”

"Go, sacrifice again, I have an old bone, what is there to sacrifice."

"Take out your old waterwheel and lend me it. If you always give me generously, I don't have a problem. ”

The old captain was silent.

In the fifties, the old captain became a provincial model worker, and the government rewarded him with a waterwheel, and he hid it like a treasure.

Later, when the cooperative was established, the old captain refused to take it out, but instead rubbed the tung oil and put it on the shelf, and he couldn't even take a look.

"Uncle, the pumping machine of the brigade has announced the pumping price. Five yuan per acre and one season, ten yuan a year. My family's three acres and a half of land is thirty-five yuan a year, which is equivalent to 400 catties of early rice, which is too expensive and too expensive. ”

The old captain still didn't let go.

"When I didn't say it, when I didn't say it." The white hand retreats as advances.

"Okay, I'll lend it to you." The old captain said: "If you kid help me and finish the matter between me and Chen Cuihua, I will give it to you." ”

With a white hand, he got up and sent him off, "Thank you, uncle, I sincerely thank you on behalf of the whole family." ”

With a waterwheel, with a little more effort, you can save 35 yuan a year, where to find such a good thing.

The next problem to be solved is like two ploughing the field, and there is no cow to turn the field.