Da Kui picked up a life under the blind bear, but the man was crippled. The part below the pelvis lost consciousness, so Da Kui lay on the kang all day and sighed. Since then, the days of Da Kui and Mai Hua have taken a turn.

Mai Hua stood in front of the land that Da Kui had worked so hard to open, and couldn't stop shedding tears. The thick black earth can only be conquered by a man's strength, and Mai Hua is powerless when she stands in front of the land, and she can only sigh again and again.

Every spring, as soon as the cuckoo calls, it is time to plant. At that time, the people of Shandong Tun did not have the help of horses and cattle to farm the land, so they could only rely on people to push the land and plow the land. Several men joined forces, farming one by one, and Da Kui couldn't get off the kang, so no one took the initiative to unite with Maihua. Mai Hua can only watch other people's families rejoice, burying the hope of the year in the ground.

That day, Uncle Yu walked up to Mai Hua, who was standing on the edge of the ground in a daze, and said: Mai Hua, don't worry, when everyone finishes planting, I will ask someone to help your family.

Mai Hua looked at Uncle Yu gratefully, and Uncle Yu held a cigarette pouch in his mouth, smiled lightly and said: The life of a man is not good.

After saying that, he shrugged and walked past Maihua's eyes.

Mai Hua returned home and said this to Da Kui, who had already climbed up from the kang and looked out anxiously with his hands on the windowsill.

Da Kui said: When the cuckoo calls, it is the day of planting.

Da Kui said again: Our land, I'm afraid it's too late to plant.

In those days, Maihua had to bring the black soil to her field every day to keep watch. The black oil land was shining, the black soil was staggering in the ground, he walked for a while, turned around and shouted at the wheat flowers: Mother, mother, why don't we farm yet.

The cry of the black soil made Maihua's heart burn.

Mai Hua would report the progress of other people's farming to Da Kui on the kang every day.

Mai Hua said: The eldest brother of the Zhu family has finished planting.

Mai Hua said again: Uncle Li's land has been planted for more than half of the time, and the willows on the mountain have sprouted.

Da Kui smashed the kang with his fist, and there was a bang. In the past, when he pressed the wheat flowers under him, he often made such a knocking sound on the kang, and at that time his mood was happy and joyful, just like sowing seeds in his own black soil, sowing hope and reaping joy, so they had hope, that is, the black soil of their son. At this time, Da Kui's mood was in a mess.

He said: It's late, it's late for our family's underground planting.

And he said, "The willows have sprouted, and the ground will be confiscated if it is not planted."

Da Kui smashed the kang hard again and again, and the frightened black soil cried.

Mai Blossom turned around and ran to the Westroom, where the seeds and miscellaneous items were piled up, and her shoulders shook and wept.

Uncle Yu did not lose his words, after he finished planting his own land, he helped others plant a few more, and the seedlings in his field broke through the soil, and most of the land in Shandong Tun was planted. Third Uncle Yu took his two sons and the eldest brother of the Zhu family, the fourth uncle of the Li family and others to Da Kui's house and began to farm, and the land was planted intermittently for three days, and finally the planting was finished.

Mai Hua was naturally very grateful, and the third uncle Yu walked to Mai Hua with a cigarette pouch and said: Mai Hua, don't say anything, we all escaped from Shandong, don't look at the face of the monk and see the face of the Buddha, Da Kui is like that, the old and young masters of Shandong Tun can't look at your jokes.

After speaking, Uncle Yu dug into Mai Hua's face with his eyes, and then dug again. Uncle Yu thought to himself, this little daughter-in-law should be eighteen this year, she is still so white and handsome, and she is more mature after giving birth than not having children, just like the sorghum ears in autumn, which are all red.

Thinking of this, Third Uncle Yu choked and swallowed his saliva.

Next, Maihua kept informing Da Kui of the news in the field.

The seedlings were unearthed.

Grass grows in the ridges.

Da Kui said: It's time to hoe the ground.

Other people's fields have been hoeed, and the season has been missed, and when the wheat flowers are hoeed, it is half a month later than other people's homes. The sun was already a little hot, the wheat flowers were hoeing, the black soil was running wildly in the ground, and he shouted to the wheat flowers from time to time: Mother, there is grass here, and there is grass here.

Mai Hua couldn't care about the black soil shouting, she hoeed the ground fiercely, sweat soaked her clothes, beads of sweat ran down her cheeks, fell to the ground and fell into eight petals and ten petals.

Third Uncle Yu came over with a cigarette pouch, his field had already been hoeed, and Third Uncle Yu's appearance seemed a little loose and leisurely.

Uncle Yu looked at the busy wheat flowers in the field, and his body showed through the sweaty clothes. Uncle Yu's body began to heat up from bottom to top. He first put his hand on Mai Hua's shoulder, pressed it very weightily, pressed it again, and then went to pick up the hoe in Mai Hua's hand, and pinched Mai Hua's white, round and round little hands. Third Uncle Yu was a little amazed, the weather was so hot, the life was so tiring, Mai Hua's skin and flesh were still so white and tender, she was really born a mother. Uncle Yu said: Maihua, why is it you women who do such a rough and tiring work, you see that your little hands are worn out, hey, it's true.

pinched Mai Hua's hand, took the hoe in Mai Hua's hand, and helped Mai Hua hoe it. Mai Hua took the time to help up the black soil that had fallen on the ridge of the ground, and patted the soil off the black soil, and she looked at the black soil, and tears were in her eyes.

Third Uncle Yu said while hoeing the ground: Maihua, there is no man to help, how can you rely on a woman like you, this job is not something that a woman can do. Don't expect others, others can help you in the first year of junior high school, but they can't help you in the fifteenth.

Maihua nodded.

In the evening, Mai Hua returned home and said what Uncle Yu had said to Da Kui again, and Da Kui smashed the kang with his fist, and his voice was still clanging.

Mai Hua's heart was also uncomfortable, and she wanted to cry again, but there were no tears, and the tears had already turned into sweat and flowed into her own fields. She was lying on the kang, as if she had fallen apart. She was anxious and bitter, but she couldn't tell Da Kui that the seedlings in the field were thin and yellow, far worse than other people's. She seemed to see a poor harvest in the fall. She could only sigh in her heart.

That day, Mai Hua was hoeing the ground, and suddenly heard Da Kui shouting like crazy: My land, is this still the land?

When she turned around, she saw Da Kui crawling from his house to the ground at some point, his clothes were torn, and his hands were covered with blood, and he looked at the withered yellow seedlings in his field and cried in despair. He cried and screamed as he frantically pulled the seedlings that he could reach.

Hei Tu was frightened stupid by his father's crazy appearance, he looked at his father blankly, not crying, not crying.

Maihua screamed and pounced, she hugged the crazy Da Kui, and Hei Tu also cried, and the family hugged each other and cried.

Da Kui cried: God, why can't you get along with my family.

Maihua also called: God, if you open your eyes, you can pity my family.

Heitu called: Father, mother, what's wrong with you.