It was as if the monkey had poked a hole in it, and the rain did not stop for three days. Fu Ya was lying on the kang mat, looking at her brothers boredly, childishly making grimaces and teasing her! In the past few days, Da Mao, Ermao, Sanmao and Wumao have slept on the big kang with their grandmothers.

Bamao and Jiumao, the two youngest, clamored to sleep with their sister, and were slapped back by his milk: "You two pee kang things, the old lady is tired of cooking and threshing during the day, and she has to serve you at night?" Roll the calves, whoever gives birth cares, and the old lady doesn't serve it! ”

Jiumao pointed to the smaller Fuya: "Milk can serve Fuya, why can't you have more than me?" ”

"Can you have your sister worry-free? Your sister has never urinated on the kang since she was born, and even the diapers are very dirty. You are four years old and almost five years old, and you still pee on the kang, who gave you a face compared to our blessing? ”

The dull hair on Jiumao's head drooped down weakly - he didn't want to pee on the kang, was this something he could control? Besides, he rarely urins on the kang now, why is he still looking through the old yellow calendar?

In the past two days, the men in the second and third rooms of the big house lived in the fifth room, the women lived in the third room with nine cents, and the remaining four cents slept in the fourth house.

It looks quite crowded, but half of them have to work in shifts at night, and those who don't work lie down and immediately sleep like dead pigs, and they don't feel anything if they can't be squeezed.

After three days and three nights of busy work, the grain of the old Song family was finally returned to the warehouse.

Looking at the bags of food that were snatched back, although the old and young people of the Song family were tired, they all had the joy of a bumper harvest on their faces.

Song Dafu said with a smile: "Dad, although there is drought and little rain this year, the grain harvest is not less!" I estimate that I received an extra bag than the year before last when the wind and rain were good! ”

When handing over the grain, Song Ergui, who often went to help, nodded again and again, and said, "This wheat has a yield of one hundred and fifty catties per mu, right?" There is also sorghum, and if you remove those long sprouts, there are still 1890 catties! ”

"I didn't expect this year to be a bumper year!" Song Sanshou rubbed the grain in his hand, and the grains were fuller than in previous years!

Song Wu and Song Qingmo announced a happy news: "I saw a notice from the government in the town, saying that King Chen has exempted us from taxes, and this grain is enough for our family to eat for more than half a year, right?" ”

"Really?" Song Sixi slapped him and said with a smile: "Such a big piece of good news, why did you say it at this time?" ”

Song Xiaowu smiled and thumped his arm, which was still sore, and said, "Aren't I busy and dizzy?" ”

"King Chen is giving subsidies to the female baby again, and he has exempted the people from paying taxes for two consecutive years, what a good prince! Thanks to our Houshan Village, it belongs to King Chen's fiefdom, otherwise it would ......" Old Song Han paused, remembering that he had married the girl on the other side of the mountain.

Although separated by a mountain, it belongs to the territory of King Kang. Years of disasters, coupled with heavy taxes, have forced many families to sell their children and daughters, and to flee the famine. His sister-in-law's family said that they had fled to the south, but there has been no news so far.

Can it be so easy to escape? How many people died on the way to escape...... Besides, even if you flee to the south, what can you do? As Lao Wu once said: "Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer" This is the most bitter, or the common people!

The rain rained for half a month before it gradually became lighter. The terrain of Houshan Village was well chosen, and the flash flood of the previous year flooded many villages. Except for a few houses in Houshan Village, which have fallen into disrepair and collapsed, most of them are intact.

Song Laohan came to the field in a robe, where he was not so lucky, there was an ocean, only the sorghum could still come out, and the sorghum ears on it had been soaked. Many elderly people in the village knelt in front of their fields and cried as if the sky had fallen.

Although Lao Zhangtou's family said that they had harvested in advance, half of the crops were soaked in water. He walked up to Lao Song Tou and said with a sigh: "I really want to scrape my ears, why didn't I listen to you and start harvesting with you?" ”

"Fortunately, most of it was recovered! My little five saw a notice in the town, saying that King Chen will continue to be tax-free this year. Wait for the water to go down, and then grab some radishes, cabbage, potatoes or something, and you can live a good life. Song Laohan touched his old cigarette pouch and put it down again - there were not many tobacco leaves, so he had to save on smoking.

Lao Zhangtou and a few people who followed him to grab the harvest said in unison: "Brother Song (uncle), if you say how to plant in the future, we will definitely follow you!" ”

What else can you do? Put water, plough the ground, top dressing, and plant vegetables! Houshan Village is located in the north, only one season of crops can be planted, harvested at the end of July (lunar calendar), and there are more than two months left, which can only be used to grow some cabbage radishes with a short growth period.

By the time the water in the fields receded and the ground was finished, it was already half a month later than in previous years. The growing season of potatoes is longer than that of cabbage and radish, and the old Song family hesitated to plant it.

Fuya, who has been 100 days old, patted her father's arm, and touched the sprouted potatoes - plant, why not plant? At the time of the winter harvest, she was more than six months old, and she was able to eat some complementary foods such as mashed potatoes and egg yolks. What does she eat without planting? Radish cabbage? She's not a white rabbit!

Song Laohan touched his granddaughter's fleshy little hand, thinking that she was playing with him! Or her grandmother understands her: "Seed! We Fuya said that if we can plant, we don't have to worry about confiscation! ”

Mrs. Wu inquired, the land of the old Zhang Tou's family next door to them is much fatter than the Song family, one mu of wheat is only one hundred and twenty catties, not to mention other families, some of the yield is only half of theirs! In her opinion, the bumper harvest of her family's grain this year is definitely a blessing brought to them by Fuya.

So, the family went into battle. Five acres of fertile land, two acres of radishes, three acres of potatoes, and the remaining five acres of medium fields are sprinkled with cabbage seeds.

In previous years, it would be good for the Song family to plant half of the ten acres of land, after all, turning the land is a hard work. This year, the Jiang family's cattle have made great efforts, and Fuya's godfather and his son have also come to help, but they are all planted!

"Milk, milk! We dug up a lot of loaches! "Song Damao led a few younger brothers, touched a lot of loaches in the ditch on the ground, and a yellow eel with a thick thumb!

Mrs. Wu smiled: "This is a good thing!" Da Mao, go and send some to your fifth grandmother! ”

The fifth grandmother in her mouth is Fuya's godgrandmother Jiang. Da Mao picked out half of the fat loach and sent it over, and when he came back, he was followed by Jiang's mother and daughter.

As soon as Jiang Zhixue entered the door, she went straight to Fuya, who was playing with her fingers on the kang. She held Xiangxiang's little milk baby in one hand, and gently fanned her with a fan in the other, and turned back to Mrs. Wu and said, "Auntie, why did you send us so many loaches?" ”

"A few tappy boys digging in the mud, what's not worth it? I'll give you a few fresh ...... That thing eats mud, rustic, raised in water overnight, and then stewed with sauce, it still tastes good! Mrs. Wu looked at her fat granddaughter and said to Jiang Zhixue, "Put it down, you are still pregnant, you have to be careful in the first three months!" ”