Guo Dalu was full of questions: What kind of crop is this kudzu grass? Can it be eaten, can it be used, or can it be used in medicine? Why is there such a strange way of watering? Such a difficult crop must be worth a lot of money after harvesting, but why are the villagers so poor?

However, Guo Dalu can't ask any of the villagers these questions, and if he opens his mouth, he will reveal that he knows nothing about the world.

I don't know when, the big girl returned to Guo Dalu's side: "Brother Guo, you poured too slowly." Sure enough, many villagers have surpassed Guo Dalu, and even a few old men and women are faster than Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I haven't done this work - it's okay, I'll stay and spend more time watering later." ”

The big girl widened her slender eyes: "It takes some time to water kudzu, and after an hour, you can't water it, and it will rot roots!"

What rice?!There is such a strange thing?!

This bullshit kudzu grass has really become an uncle! You can't drink too much, you can't drink less, you can't drink it early, you can't drink it late!

The big girl looked at the strange look on Guo Dalu's face, and sighed in her heart--Where has Brother Guo gone for more than 10 years? Why don't you even know about these most superficial farm work? It's like a city boy who doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers--

The big girl was stunned, she remembered the candy that Brother Guo gave her casually, the tattered but obviously not ordinary clothes, and his delicate skin -- could it be that Brother Guo has lived in a rich family for more than 10 years? No, if he really lived in a rich family, why did he suddenly come back to endure hardships? Ah! Not good! Brother Guo must be a fugitive slave! He stole the valuables of his master's family, and then fled home!

This, this--the government caught the fugitive slaves, not only to be beheaded on the spot, but also to ask those who did not report the crime, and exiled to the land of barbarians!

The big girl was about to bite her silver teeth, suddenly raised her head, looked at the clumsy back of Brother Guo who was watering, and then looked at Brother Hao'er who came to help with the pain of a broken bone in her chest, and sighed, you can't take revenge, Brother Guo saved the Li family's Dumiao Miao, even if he is a fugitive slave, he has to hide it.

I don't know how long it took, but the shouting of Zhu Laocun came again: "Finish it." The villagers lowered their buckets one after another, and if they watered it again, they would be harming the kudzu grass.

Guo Dalu sat down on the ridge with a thud, he felt that every bone in his body was creaking, and every muscle was aching - his sister, this is not a job for people at all!

Brother Hao next to him shook his head: "Brother Guo, you are moving too slowly, and you still haven't had time to pour half of the land - if it goes on like this, it's really going to be lost!"

Guo Dalu didn't even have the strength to shake his head, and muttered: "Brother Hao, how often should this kudzu grass be watered? a month? or a week--"

Brother Hao was stunned: "A week? What is a week? Kudzu grass is watered once a day." ”

Guo Dalu just found out that he mistakenly brought the time calculation unit of the week to ancient times - the week is the Western calendar, based on God's seven days to create the world, and the ancient Chinese used the lunar calendar - before he had time to hide it, he heard Brother Hao say that Kudzu grass is watered once a day, my heavenly grandfather, this day can't be lived!

But the days still have to pass, Brother Hao pulled up Guo Dalu: "Go, I'll take you to your family's field, the villagers can only help your family water kudzu, and there is really no time to take care of your family's land." ”

Guo Dalu snorted: "My family's land? Isn't this my family's land? Where is there any other land?"

Brother Hao said: "Brother Guo, what are you talking about, this is a kudzu grass field, not a land for growing grain, your family's grain field is behind the mountain." ”

After a bag of cigarettes, Guo Dalu followed Brother Hao to the back mountain, only to see that the back mountains are all sloping land, and there are already many villagers taking care of the crops, Guo Dalu grabbed a handful of soil, which is much worse than the grass in the kudzu grassland, and there are many stones mixed in the soil.

"What's planted in the field?" asked Guo Dalu.

"Sorghum, millet. Brother Hao said: "There is no water source in the back mountain, and rice and wheat cannot be planted." ”

Guo Dalu looked at the wilting sorghum pole and fell silent, what the hell is going on? The villagers use the fertile farmland to grow kudzu grass, but their own rations can only be earned from such thin fields, no wonder the villagers are so poor.

Guo Dalu suddenly thought of a thought - ah, he understood, these villagers must be some big landlord, tenant farmers of the great nobles, those fertile fields for planting kudzu grass are the land of the landlord's family, and the thin fields in the back mountains are the ration fields of the villagers.

The villagers should first plant the landlord's kudzu grass -- this kudzu grass is a valuable cash crop -- this is not Guo Dalu's blind guess, in Yongcheng in the 21st century, the most valuable thing that farmers plant in the field is not rice, not vegetables, but grass and rush.

This rush man can't eat animals, can't chew it, and feed pigs and pigs without taking a bite, but it's a good material for making tatami mats. Little Japan is a small country with expensive land, and the price of local rush grass is extremely expensive. In the 90s, some Japanese took a fancy to the fertile farmland of Yongcheng and introduced rush. As a result, the local peasants planted large tracts of the most fertile and fertile land for grass, and had to buy their own rations from other places. The most hateful thing is that the rush grass is extremely harmful to the soil, and a large amount of chemical fertilizers and pesticides must be applied, and the land that has been planted with the rush grass cannot be planted with other crops in the next year.

Come to think of it, this so-called kudzu grass is also a crop used for the rich and nobles to play with.

Guo Dalu shrugged his shoulders, he is just the most ordinary villager now, and he can't change anything, just plant grass, anyway, he has a trash can, and he can't be hungry Guo Jin and himself.

Guo Dalu didn't know what to pay attention to when planting sorghum millet, he didn't have the heart to toss in the thin fields in the back mountains, and his mind was full of only one thing - how to cope with tomorrow's watering.

Guo Dalu's eyes swept over the back mountain, and when he saw the bamboo forest blown by the wind, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Hao, whose bamboo is on this mountain, it's okay to cut some?"

Brother Hao said: "This bamboo forest is wild and grown, what, Brother Guo wants to cut some bamboo to make some furniture? ”

Well, I guess it refers to the government.

Guo Dalu smiled: "I'll cut a few small bamboos." ”

Sure enough, Guo Dalu climbed up the mountain, picked a few small bamboos that were not much thicker than his thumb and dragged them down the mountain, greeted Brother Hao, and went down the mountain first.

The big girl walked up to Brother Hao'er: "What is Brother Guo doing cutting bamboo?

Brother Hao also shook his head, he felt that Brother Guo was full of weirdness, but his life was saved by him, and he didn't want to chew more.

Guo Dalu dragged the bamboo back home, Guo Jin had already made a nest and waited for him, where could Guo Dalu eat this, turned out the rice that was dried last night, made two bowls of soaked rice, and peeled a radish and soaked it in salt water, which was regarded as a dish for the next meal, and the father and son sat down and ate.

Guo Jin took a bite of the rice and paused--this is the best rice, at home--No, even in the village, it is rare for someone to eat white rice during the New Year's holidays, but he didn't say anything in the end, just divided half of the rice in his bowl to Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu wanted to push him - Guo Jin took a bite of this meal, and then let it be given to himself, not to let himself eat Guo Jin's saliva. You're not an eighteen-year-old girl, so I'm not interested in tasting your saliva.

But I heard Guo Jin say: "The work in the field requires hard work, you eat more, I will rest at home, not hungry." ”

Guo Dalu thought to himself about a bowl of rice, what is there to push around, but for some reason, his nose was a little sour, so he responded and took a big bite of rice.

After eating, Guo Dalu used red-hot iron nails to drill small holes in the bamboo, and opened up all the bamboo joints, and then, rummaging in the garbage heap, found a few rubber tubes.