After a while, this double-robbing army began to set off again. However, this army is a little weird, Xue'er and Nana have a pot and a basket as in the morning, Ma Tian carries several baskets stacked together, Zhang Tao carries four bags of fertilizer, and the others are one person and one load of pigpen fertilizer.

A load of pigpen fat packed in a dustpan had already been picked up by Zhang Tao's mother and sister Mengfang and lined up on the heping. Under the exposure of the sun, the fat of the pig pen is filled with a thin layer of water vapor, and it exudes a pungent smell of pig feces, which makes people want to vomit out what they have eaten at noon. At the beginning, everyone frowned, pinched their noses, and watched for a long time, but no one took the initiative to pick. Later, Mengfang and Gaozi took the lead and left with a burden. Although Zhang Tao didn't speak, his eyes made people a little hairy. So everyone picked up the dustpan one by one.

This load of pig pen is not heavy, about fifty catties, mainly because the smell is uncomfortable, and the pig's urine has been dripping under the dustpan! Is this human work? Every day this pig and pig urine are smoked, how can this person live? O peasant! It's so hard, it's pitiful, it's hateful! Why can't you use that white nitrogen fertilizer or something, this rice is watered and grown by these dirty things, so can you still eat it? Isn't that disgusting to death?

About half an hour later, the army of dung pickers, who only amazed all the passers-by, arrived at the edge of the field, and as soon as everyone put down the burden on their shoulders, they ran to the side and gasped for breath.

Finally, the remaining rice harvest in the morning had been killed. Zhang Tao's father was using a hoe to hook the mud on the ridge of the field, and Mengxue was holding a pickaxe on the turf on the ploughing bank.

Zhang Tao probably thought that these people had eaten so many aphrodisiac eels at noon and rested for so long, and now it was time to work hard, so everyone's butts fell to the ground, and before they could breathe, he began to shout loudly to arrange things and drive them to the field.

"The fierce man and the fat man threshed, the stick old man came out of the bucket, Xue'er and Nana crossed the river first, Ma Liang and Wu Bang sent the grain as usual, and the others all went to the field to drag the rice stalks and step on the grass pockets." Zhang Tao really looked like a general on the battlefield commanding his native soldiers.

After this order, everyone had to go to the fields. They can't say anything in their mouths, but they hate and scold Zhang Tao in their hearts, don't they just eat a few yellow eels? Why do you call us slaves? As for it?

"Wow! This water is so hot! The fat man shouted in fuss as soon as his feet touched the surface of the water in the field.

Mengzi also responded, "Look, this water is still bubbling!" This egg is probably cooked. ”

If it had come at noon, the violent sun would not only have killed a person, but the water in the field would have scalded off the pig's hair. However, it is now more than four o'clock, and the temperature has dropped a lot, and the water temperature in this field is definitely not as terrifying and scary as the fierce man and the fat man said. Zhang Tao's words to this pair of living treasures were directly regarded as the smell of pig pen fat.

Zhang Tao, Gao Zi, Mao Mao, and Loach first divided the rice stalks that had been beaten in the field into two parts, and the part of the rice stalks on the top of the rice pile that was not wet was combined into a handful and tied up, and dragged to the bank of the field to dry. Tomorrow, the spring will be used to make the manure in the fields. The lower part is evenly arranged in the field one by one.

"Brother Tao, why didn't you burn such a rice stalk? Why is it so troublesome? Mao Mao asked strangely.

"What do you know? The stalks dragged ashore will have to be picked up at home, and the pigs in the pen will have to rely on it for the winter, and it is a good fertilizer mixed with pig feces and pig urine. Is most of the pigpen fat we picked up just now all these things? The stalks in the field were trampled into the mud, and when they rotted, it was also the best fertilizer. If you burn them, it will save trouble, but where can the little ash burned catch up with this effect? ”

After the rice stalks were made, Zhang Tao and Gao Zi began to sprinkle the pigpen fertilizer all over the field. They held the dustpan in one hand against their waists, and in the other hand they grabbed a large handful of pigpen fat and sprinkled it into the field. Seeing their leisurely appearance, it seems that this pigpen is not dirty or smelly, everyone is really emotional, their hands are to grab something to eat!

Xue'er and Nana even thought that if they and Brother Tao got together, his hands stained with pig feces and pig urine would touch their white faces! Will you be able to stand it then? Their incomparably pure and splendid love hearts were filled with a faint mist, and the mist was wafting with a little bit of pig urine and pig. Beautiful girl! Can the love of a farmer be called a perfect love without these things?

Zhang Tao and they are like this, some people will admire their brilliance and greatness when they see it, and some people will directly treat them as stool and garbage, that is, they will not want to look at it and quickly walk away in disgust. Of course, these people would never have thought that the fragrant rice they eat was grown by these garbage and watered by this stool.

The loach and Mao Mao stepped on the rice stalk and the exposed crop pocket according to Zhang Tao's instructions. If these pockets are not treated, they will grow again, which is naturally not good for the growth of late rice. However, if the field does not plant the second crop, it can be allowed to grow, and they will still tassel and produce grain, but the grain is not as full as the normal rice grown, and the yield is even more different.

After sprinkling the pig pen fertilizer, Zhang Tao and Gao Zi sprinkled fertilizer again.

"Brother Tao, why don't you call the ox to plow the field? Wouldn't that be the case so hard? Loach muttered.

Although stepping on the straw and rice stalk is a foot exercise, it is naturally much easier than threshing. However, after stepping on it for a long time, this foot will still have a fever and pain. The mud in this field can't be pure mud, there must be a lot of sand and gravel, and even some unexpected sharp objects. Like loaches, their delicate feet that have never been tempered are naturally even more unbearable. So it's quite normal for loaches to whine like this.

"Can you ask the ox to plow, won't my family invite it?" Zhang Tao replied lightly and did not explain much.

This matter is inexplicable in a few words, and even if it is clear, people in the city like Loach who don't worry about food and clothing can't understand it. During collectivization, the fields of early and late rice had to be plowed, hoeed, and rolled again with oxen. After working alone, as prices rose, farming became a loss-making business, and most peasants became cattle one by one in order to save expenses, and did the work that belonged to cattle. The early rice is dug into the field, and the late rice is simply geographed, stepping on the grass pocket, and planting the rice directly on it. Is this progress? Or is it more of a sadness? The farmer didn't think so much, so let's be a cow and a cow! If you can get by, that's fine.