Li Fugui said innocently: "It's not my father's fault, your mother was told to me by a matchmaker back then, and I married it without a little effort." ”

Li Yifei said "oh", and then shared his experience with his father. Suddenly smacked his lips and said, "I don't seem to be chasing your daughter-in-law, I always feel as if she is standing not far away, waiting for me to walk over and hold her hand, but as soon as I stretch out my hand, she handed it to me." ”

Li Fugui sprayed his son: "You can pull it down, don't brag to your father." ”

Father and son laughed.

On this day, Qinglian was stacking garlic in the workshop of the chicken farm, preparing to add it to the chicken feed as appropriate. Because the spring is prone to plague, garlic is detoxified, and Qinglian gives them garlic.

"Is the boss there? The leadership inspection work is coming! A mellow and lazy voice came in.

Qinglian hurriedly threw down the work in her hand and went out, and saw the person stunned for a moment: the person in front of her was wearing a suit and tie, holding a black leather bag, the popular four-and-six-point hair, the bangs in front of the forehead covering an eyebrow, and the appearance was dignified and a little ruffian.

She immediately greeted with a smile: "Ah, it's President Li who is here, please come into the house for tea." ”

She rubbed her hands together and led him to the office in a bit of a panic.

Li Yujie shook his hand, grinned and said, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm just stopping by your chicken farm to have a look, after all, I am taking the risk of lending you money, I have to make sure that you have the ability to repay." ”

Qinglian led him to inspect the workshop, and told him in detail about the situation of the chickens, saying that the feed eaten by the chickens is carefully matched, the chickens grow quickly, and they are also very healthy. In the end, she said solemnly: "Governor Li, don't worry, you don't have to question my ability to repay, I promise to repay the specified amount when it is due." ”

An interest-free loan is not an indefinite loan, and it will only be re-loaned to you until you repay the loan on time and prove that you can afford to pay it back.

Li Yujie nodded with satisfaction, squinted at Qinglian and said, "Of course I believe in Director He's ability, otherwise I won't lend you anything, I'm not going through the work process, don't mind Director He." ”

Qinglian hurriedly said: "Which will, which will, welcome President Li to inspect the work at any time." ”

Li Yujie squinted his eyes and looked around, and said with an intoxicated expression: "Don't say it, I really like the area where you raise chickens, the scenery is beautiful, the trees are shady, and it is a summer resort in summer!" ”

He is not exaggerating at all, this is the wasteland in the south of the village, because it is located in a low-lying area, the soil is alkaline, it is not cultivated, and the ancestors are planted with willow trees, and her chicken farm is built in a willow tree.

Qinglian echoed: "Yes, the scenery here is good, in summer, it is full of people enjoying the cool air everywhere." ”

Li Yujie withdrew his eyes, looked at Qinglian with a smile, and said with a smile: "It would be better if there was no smell of your chicken farm." ”

Qinglian's face suddenly turned red, and she unceremoniously grabbed the white: "The sanitary conditions of my chicken farm are completely up to standard, and this chicken manure comes out once a day, but the chicken manure that I bought today has not been taken away, so it smells." However, my chicken farm is far away from the village and does not interfere with people's daily lives. ”

Li Yujie hurriedly said apologetically: "Look, look, Director He, you are really sharp-toothed, I didn't say that your sanitary conditions are not up to standard, nor did I say that you affect the daily life of the villagers, I just said that it tastes." Can this health spirit still be tasteless? Raising children still tastes good, doesn't it? ”

Qinglian was angry and funny, she couldn't help it, she laughed out, she laughed, Li Yujie laughed loudly.

The laughter of the two made the workers in the workshop look this way.

Qinglian was a little embarrassed, and when she was worried that she couldn't give an eviction order, Li Yujie said: "Okay, don't bother, Director He, you are busy, I will leave." ”

After that, he walked out of the gate of the chicken farm, rode on the motorcycle with long legs, and waved his hand at her in a chic manner.

Qinglian looked at his motorcycle with a puff of wolf smoke, and said in her heart that if Li Yifei could ride it, he would be more handsome than him.

The days passed quickly, the wheat in the field was tasseled, the flowers were raised, the grain was filled, and finally the ears of wheat turned from green to yellow, and they were about to be harvested, so that every household began to press the field.

At this time, the wheat harvest was all by manpower, and it had to be cut with a sickle or grabbed with a shovel, and all the wheat was pulled into the barley field, and then the wheat was rolled out by oxen pulling stones and rolling them.

Therefore, the threshing field has to be pressed in advance for backup. The crust of the field must be hard, it must be flat, and it must be light, otherwise the wheat will be crushed into the soil.

Pressing is a major event before harvesting wheat, and it is also a tedious labor, you have to splash the field with water first, splash the appropriate amount of water, and then sprinkle the old wheat straw, or the old bean straw, and use the ox to pull the stone to roll around and press, and the water splashed on the ground is pressed to the surface of the soil, and the ground is hard before it ends. Let the ground be exposed to the wind and sun for two days, and then press it twice as it is, and then it is completed.

During the double robbery period, everything is a "small thing", and any work has to be detoured.

Therefore, He Hongshan Hotel was closed, and He Dahong also packed up the dill and sealed the prepared incense in advance and stored it, and began to help the family harvest wheat.

Even the students took a vacation from the microphone. But the chickens in Qinglian Chicken Farm are about to lay eggs, and they need to be fed in time, so she has to let the workers take turns to work, so that everyone can work harder, and she gives them bonuses.

Although Qinglian's family has one less Wang Xiuli this year, there is one more He Dahong, which is equivalent to exchanging sesame seeds for a watermelon: He Dahong is so capable!

Therefore, this year, Mai Ji Qinglian's family is not chaotic at all.

Early in the morning, He Dahong took the lead and led the whole family to start pressing. Xiao Zhaodi and Xiao Lianlian played in the shade of the trees on the ground, He Hongshan was responsible for drawing water from the well, and He Dahong and several nieces carried water to splash the field.

He Dahong is not a good worker, she carries a bucket in one hand, her two arms sway slightly with the rhythm of walking, trotting all the way from the well to the wheat field, but when she walks to the side, she does not spill a drop of water.

Qinglian doesn't have the strength of her aunt, she can only carry a bucket of water, although she also walks like flying, but she doesn't have a high level of water, and she sprinkles thin droplets along the way.

Mu Lian and Red Lotus only carried half a bucket, but they also quickly kept up with the rhythm of the aunt and eldest sister, and the four aunts and nephews also said a joke or two from time to time, and the road carrying water was filled with laughter.

Buckets of cool water from wells were poured onto the dry ground, and puffs of white smoke rose up, and the water was instantly absorbed without a trace. Eventually, the white smoke faded away, and the water that had been splashed down floated shallowly on the ground.

He Hongshan came over to take a look and said, "It's okay." ”

Then everyone sat down in the shade of the tree, exhausted, to rest.

Lift a large plastic kettle, drink it one by one for a while, burp comfortably, and let out a long breath.

When it was Qinglian's turn to drink water, there was not much left in the kettle, so she raised her head and drank the water, got up and said, "I'll go home and bring another pot." ”

Maybe she drank a stomach of water, and when she walked to the old temple in the west of the village, she suddenly felt anxious, but there was still a way from home, and she couldn't hold it back. Seeing that there was no one around the old temple, she quickly got into the old temple.

She didn't know that this move made her regret it for the rest of her life......

This old temple has existed in the village for several generations, and it is said that fireworks flourished in the early years, and then it was destroyed during the special period.

The old temple is a good place for Tibetans because no one comes in all the year round, and the grass inside is more than one person high, but it also makes people feel gloomy.

Qinglian pulled the weeds with her hands, and didn't dare to look into the old temple, so she raised her eyes to see that there was no one nearby, so she drilled into a pile of grass and quickly took off her pants.

When she was done, she put on her pants and ran out in shock, and somehow, she felt as if there were a pair of eyes staring at her from behind.

She ran to the road and stroked her chest and sighed: No wonder the old saying goes, one person doesn't enter the temple and the other doesn't look at the well, so panicked!

She didn't know it, and when she ran out, someone smiled evilly.

The field was pressed, the wheat in the field was ripe, and the farmers threw themselves into the golden wheat field in full swing.

The harvested wheat was pulled into the field by cart, and it was quickly milled on a good day.

With the rolling over and over again, there is no more wheat on the ears of wheat, all of them fall into the field, and people use wooden forks to pick out the wheat straw and chop it into a wheat straw stack, which is called the beginning. The field was up, and all that was left on the ground was fresh grains of wheat. The wheat is piled up into a rectangular pile of wheat with a wooden lift, and then the wind takes advantage of the wind to lift it up with a wooden shovel, so that the wind blows away the wheat bran and dust, and the wheat falls cleanly to the ground. It's called a raise.

If the field needs technology, then the fall is undoubtedly more needed.