The thin seedlings in the field make Da Kui desperate, the seedlings in other people's fields are thriving and strong, only their own fields, because they missed the sowing season, and there is not time to serve, yellow and thin, and the seedlings seem to be suffering from tuberculosis.

Honestly, Dakui, who has regarded land and crops as his life for generations, is really desperate. That night, he lay on the kang and cried mournfully for a long time.

Mai Hua listened to the man Da Kui crying like a woman, and the taste in her heart was indescribable. She put the black soil to sleep, and went to her field alone, and she just wanted to go out for a walk, but she came to the field by surprise. Under the starlight, she looked at her field in a daze, as if the family had reached a dead end. In the mountains and forests, and in the grass, unknown insect cries rang in her ears. But she turned a deaf ear. Da Kui's sorrow for the fields deeply infected her. Before this, she had blamed herself a thousand times, she hated herself for being incompetent, not taking good care of her family's fields. In fact, she has tried her best, every day when she hoes and hoes, her body is scattered and hurts, she is just a woman, and farming is a man's business.

I don't know when, Uncle Yu appeared beside her with a cigarette pouch. It wasn't until Third Uncle Yu spoke that she found out that it was Third Uncle Yu.

Third Uncle Yu said in a moist voice in the dark: Maihua, I don't blame you for making this field like this, farming and harvesting are the work of men, you are tired and tired of a woman's family, and I can't bear it when I see it.

Uncle Yu's words touched the soft place of Maihua, and she cried sadly. Uncle Yu's big hand wasted no time in reaching over and resting on Mai Hua's soft and soft shoulder. Third Uncle Yu said again: Maihua, you are suffering and tired, I feel uncomfortable when I look at it, Da Kui is like that, let you be a female baby, and you are wronged.

Uncle Yu's words made Mai Hua's heart very soft, she seemed to have finally found a reason to cry, she really let it out, cried a breath, and cried again. In this way, she felt much better.

Third Uncle Yu has been squatting beside her, the heavy big hand on her soft shoulder, as if to comfort her, and seem to encourage her, when Mai Hua stopped crying, Yu San Uncle threw away the cigarette pouch in his other hand, and his free hand held Mai Hua in his arms. Mai Hua was startled, struggled for a moment and said: Third Uncle Yu, what are you doing here?

Third Uncle Yu said with a stinking mouth: Maihua, the third uncle misses you, as long as you promise me, I will take care of the things in your field. You've got to rely on a man.

At this time, Mai Hua's mind was blank, she thought of the desperate and sad Da Kui, and the ignorant black soil, and their family was counting on the crops grown in the land in front of them to survive the year.

Speaking of this, Third Uncle Yu pressed Mai Hua under him, and he untied Mai Hua's clothes with his hands. Maihua did not struggle or resist, but she was not submissive. Just when the third uncle's big hand reached for Mai Hua's belt, Mai Hua suddenly stopped Yu Sanshu's movements with her hand.

She said calmly: Third Uncle Yu, you will really take care of my family's land in the future.

Third Uncle Yu was already incoherent, he said: Take care, how can you not take care of it, as long as you promise me, your family's land is my land.

Maihua let go of the hand that was stopping.

Uncle Yu drove straight in. Mai Hua lay there numb and stiff, she turned her head, avoiding the third uncle's puffing mouth of smoke, and she looked at her own field. At that moment, she seemed to see the seedlings in her field growing joints, and she seemed to see hope again, and she cried out happily.

Uncle Yu said wildly: Maihua, Maihua, you, your land, it's so good, it's good......

Third Uncle Yu really didn't lose his words. Since then, Third Uncle Yu has often frequented Maihua's land. He helped the wheat flower to hoe the first time, and then the second time, and the soil was very soft, and there was much less grass. The seedlings grew a little better, first as high as their knees, and then as tall as their waists. There is still a gap between Maihua's land and other people's land, but after all, she sees hope again.

Uncle Yu came every now and then, Mai Hua was standing waist-deep in the field pulling weeds, and the black soil was hiding in the grass at the edge of the field to catch grasshoppers. As soon as the third uncle came, he threw the wheat flowers into the waist-deep crop field, which had long been able to hide people.

When the two stood up, Third Uncle Yu bent down to help Mai Hua pull the weeds, and pulled out a breath and pulled another breath. Then Uncle Yu coughed dryly and said: Maihua, I'm gone, and it's time to pull out my own grass.

After saying that, he flashed away and walked back to his own field. Mai Hua didn't say anything, wiped the sweaty hair from the corners of her eyes with her hand, raised her eyes to see the black soil still playing on the ground, and bent her waist into the field.

When Third Uncle Yu was helping Maihua hoe the ground for the third time, Uncle Yu's two sons with big shoulders and round waists appeared in front of them, one of them snatched the hoe from Third Uncle Yu's hand, and the other pushed Third Uncle Yu and said: Your own land has not been hoeed yet, you have the heart to help others hoe the ground.

Third Uncle Yu was pushed away by his two sons.

Before this, the affairs of Mai Hua and Third Uncle Yu were already full of storms, but Mai Hua had been kept in the dark. In fact, she doesn't care about fame anymore, she values her own fields, and how much grain she can plant in the fall. After the two sons appeared, Uncle Yu didn't seem to have the opportunity to come to the wheat blossom field. As soon as he appeared, his son would arrive immediately, and he couldn't help but say, pushing and shoving and pushing Uncle Yu away. Third Uncle Yu twisted his neck and said: Maihua, when I finish my own work, I will come to help you.

Third Uncle Yu just said that he had no temper at all in front of his two big-shouldered and round-waisted sons. Since then, Uncle Yu has lost the opportunity to serve Maihua.

Mai Hua squatted in the field and whimpered and cried, she didn't know why she was crying, she was sad, sad, desperate.

After that, occasionally one or two men of all ages in the tunzi appeared in front of her unexpectedly and said: Maihua, you and I will do a job for you once.

Mai Hua scolded: Get out, you king eight calves.

As soon as the man left, Maihua cried again. She knew that no man would really help her. It's really hard to move an inch in a day without men.

Da Kui climbed to his own field twice more, and when he saw the poor crops, his mood was much better than before.

At night, Da Kui and Mai Hua were lying on the kang, and Da Kui sighed and said: Mai Hua, it was all me who dragged you and made you a woman's family suffer.

Mai Hua said: Da Kui, don't say such things, didn't you make this for this family?

Da Kui said again: I am so alive, it is really better to die, let a woman live, and my face is red when I think about it.

Mai Hua hurriedly stretched out her hand and covered Da Kui's mouth with her hand, she remembered the loving days they had before Da Kui was not injured, and couldn't help crying again.

Da Kui comforted, holding Mai Hua in his arms, as a crippled man, he could only do so much.

After a while, Da Kui said: Maihua, you can find another man, I won't stop you.

Mai Hua was desperately next to her head in Da Kui's arms, she remembered the days she had with Third Uncle Yu again, and felt that she really couldn't stand Da Kui. Since the day she married Da Kui, she thought about it, she was born as a member of the Da Kui family, and died as a ghost of the Da Kui family.

Da Kui said again: Maihua, what I said is true, you are only eighteen this year, and the days are still long, how can you go on like this.

Mai Hua buried her head in Da Kui's arms and whimpered and cried again.

Mai Hua met the Henan people Sixi, so the life of Mai Hua's family changed again.