Gao Mingcheng's wedding wine was the last carnival of the villagers before spring ploughing.

The next day, the prelude to spring ploughing began.

Seed selection, drying, seedling raising, ploughing, ploughing, and selling potato seeds.

Gao Mingcheng has just broken up, and the family lacks everything, so he has to buy a lot of things, but he hasn't bought it yet, and Grandma Xi has already planned it for him.

Grandma Xi said to Gao Mingcheng: "You only have one acre of land in total, and you don't need to raise seedlings by yourself, I will raise more seedlings, and I will share some with you when the time comes." You don't need to buy potato seeds, just pinch some potato vines to cut them when the time comes, how many sweet potatoes do you plan to plant this year? ”

Gao Mingcheng said: "Plant two or three points of land." ”

The price of sweet potatoes is not high, but the yield is quite high, and the sweet potato vines can be fed to pigs, so people in the village will plant a lot, even the grandmother's house, will also plant two acres of land.

As soon as she heard that Gao Mingcheng only planned to plant two or three points of land, Grandma Xi disagreed, and said: "Sweet potatoes are a good thing, you can eat sweet potatoes if you don't have enough rice." ”

Grandma Xi was a person who had experienced famine, so she cherished food very much.

She can not grow sugar cane, which sells for money, but she will not grow sweet potatoes.

Gao Mingcheng was a persuasive person, and he didn't want his grandmother to worry about him, so he said, "Then I'll be more diverse." ”

Well, plant half an acre!

Grandma thought that he had planted at least one acre of land, so she looked at him with teachable eyes.

Next, I talked about cucumbers, beans, loofahs, peppers and other seeds, which were all available in these fine grandmothers' families, and they were specially allocated to Gao Mingcheng.

With these seeds sent by Grandma Xi, the vegetables that are often eaten in the village are not worried.

In addition to the seeds sent by Grandma Fine, many beauties also prepared some seeds in advance.

Don't look at her as a woman, but when she works in the field, she is no worse than a man, except for turning the ground, digging pits, sowing seeds, covering soil, fertilizing, thinning seedlings, etc., all of which are very fast.

During spring ploughing, many Mei deliberately and Gao Mingcheng have three chapters, which can only be done once every three days, and one time is no more than two hours!

Gao Mingcheng touched his nose and wanted to pretend that he hadn't heard.

He held it for too long, and it was okay when he didn't open the meat, but he couldn't help it!

But the heavy farm work can always quench the endless desire, and the anticipation of the autumn harvest is enough to eliminate the fatigue of spring ploughing.

People living in small mountain villages, undisturbed by external factors, make various arrangements at the right time, they pay, they harvest, they store, they enjoy!

Life, day after day, year after year.

On this day, it began to rain in the spring.

Although the spring rain prevents people from going out to work, the arrival of the spring rain is enough to make people happy.

The ancients had a cloud: spring rain is as precious as oil.

In places like theirs, where water resources are not abundant, the crops they grow depend on the wind and rain. Once the weather is dry, the yield can be reduced on a large scale.

Gao Mingcheng stood under the eaves, looking at the dripping spring rain, recalling some of the climate in his previous life, and then his face gradually became gloomy.

In his previous life, he had been running business outside all the year round, and he had not farmed for a long time, and only vaguely knew that it would be a drought this summer, and the specific time should be shortly after planting late rice.

At that time, it did not rain for a long time, and the water in the fields was dry, and if there was no more water, the seedlings would die.

Although most of the people in Gaojia Village have the same surname and the same ancestor, they often quarrel and fight for water and firewood.

Gao Mingcheng stared at the empty yard, and had an idea in his heart, he went into the house and took an umbrella, and said to Duomei: "I'll go out." ”

Many beauties were looking down at the book, and when they looked up, Gao Mingcheng had already left, and only one of his backs was seen.

Gao Mingcheng didn't go on foot, but on a bicycle.

He held the handle of the bicycle in one hand and the umbrella in the other, still riding steadily.

He was going to the village on the other side of Dalongshan, because there were craftsmen who specialized in digging wells, and their craftsmanship was very good, and several wells in their village were drilled by people from Dalongshan, and the water quality was clear.

Gao Mingcheng had planned to dig a well in the yard before, but there were many things to do later, so he forgot to find a craftsman.

Now that he thinks of the drought this summer, he immediately can't sit still, and he has to dig out the well as soon so that it won't affect the water supply for his daily life.

He rode his bicycle all the way to Dalong Mountain.

On the road, there are few pedestrians, but in the fields, you can still occasionally see some people working, these people have few people at home, but there is a lot of land, so even if it rains, they have to work in the fields.

When passing by Junling, Gao Mingcheng saw that Huang Dazhi was also working in the field, but they were far away, so they didn't greet each other.

It took about forty or fifty minutes to ride before I came to Dalong Mountain.

The village at the foot of Dalong Mountain is called Dalong Village, and it is said that the people in the village can read feng shui, and a long time ago, it was for rich people to see feng shui to choose a cemetery.

This also led to the fact that the people of Dalong Village were relatively closed, and they did not like to interact with people from other villages, as soon as they entered Dalong Village, Gao Mingcheng noticed something unusual, the atmosphere of this village was relatively low, and everyone he saw was silent.

"Uncle, where does Lao Zhang, the well driller, live?" Gao Mingcheng propped one foot on the ground and turned his head to look at a person.

The man was sitting under the eaves smoking a cigarette, and after hearing the voice, he looked up at Gao Mingcheng.

He was about forty years old, had a dark complexion, and had several distinct layers of wrinkles on his forehead, as if he were constantly frowning.

"You're going to dig a well?" The man spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"Well, I'm from Gaojia Village, and I want to dig a well. Are you Lao Zhang? Gao Mingcheng asked, in his previous life, after his family built a house, he also drilled a well, which is said to have been called by someone from Dalong Village.

It's just that he wasn't at home at the time, and he didn't see the well diggers.

"Well, when are you going to dig a well?" That person was really Lao Zhang.

"The sooner the better!" Gao Mingcheng said.

At this time, Lao Zhang stood up and said, "Then tomorrow." ”

Gao Mingcheng was stunned, he was in a hurry, but he also knew that it was spring ploughing, and people were afraid that they would have to slow down, but they never expected this Lao Zhang to be so refreshing!

"You...... Don't you have to be busy with spring ploughing? Gao Mingcheng asked subconsciously.

Lao Zhang made a strange voice that seemed to be smiling, and said, "Just like this, I can't be busy." ”

Gao Mingcheng looked around, and only then did he realize that Dalong Village was the real mountain village!

Although their Gaojia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there are also seven or eight hundred acres of fertile land connected together, and the rice planted is enough to feed the people in the village, but the entire village of Dalong Village is located at the foot of the mountain, showing a long and narrow line, and the paddy fields that can be planted are also long and narrow, and the maximum is not more than 100 acres.

Looking at the people in the village, the houses are built according to the mountain, most of them are not walled, and the outside of the room is the mountain road, so when Gao Mingcheng passes by, he can directly see Lao Zhang smoking under the eaves.

There are few paddy fields in Dalong Village, and the population is naturally small, scattered and scattered, and the living area is not dense.

Since Lao Zhang was happy, Gao Mingcheng was also happy, and told Lao Zhang his detailed address, and then asked about the cost of drilling wells.

The cost was fine, but Lao Zhang offered to eat and live at Gao Mingcheng's house for a few days, and he would not leave with the money until the well water came out.

This is because the traffic is inconvenient, and if you go back and forth every day, it will take a lot of time on the road, so the well digger will temporarily stay in the master's house, and after the well is built, the master's family is satisfied, and then he will leave with the salary.

(End of chapter)