Speaking of kudzu, the old village chief Zhu coughed: "Guo Jin, since you got sick, everyone has been taking turns to help you water your few pieces of land, and now your son has returned, you see--"

Guo Dalu was confused when he heard it on the side, and even guessed that the old village chief should be talking about doing farm work, as if the work in his field has been helped by the villagers recently, he was busy and said: "Uncle Zhu, my father's eyes are not good, this farm work should naturally be done by me, rest assured, I will go to the field tomorrow to ensure that the farm work is not missed." ”

Old Village Chief Zhu nodded: "It's not that I don't understand your father and son, it's just that the above attaches great importance to this year's kudzu harvest, so I can't delay it." ”

Guo Dalu replied one after another -- what kind of crop is this? It sounds like a kind of grass, but the old village chief Zhu attaches great importance to it, and he also mentions "above" in his words? Where does this "above" refer to? The government? Could it be that this so-called kudzu grass was planted by the peasants for the government?

Guo Dalu didn't dare to inquire indiscriminately, anyway, when he arrived at the field tomorrow, he would know everything.

He didn't think that there was anything difficult to plant in the fields of ancient times, because the ancients had no technical content in farming, and they didn't need any chemical fertilizers and pesticides. You can learn it by looking at it twice.

Speaking from the heart, Guo Dalu didn't pay attention to the output of the field at all, he didn't expect to support his family by farming, but he didn't want to be too maverick in the village, and it was convenient for him to mingle with the people in the village. Rural people hate second-rate people who don't work the most.

After sending off the old village chief, Guo Jin had to get up, and then with the support of Guo Dalu, he touched all over the house, Guo Dalu didn't understand what Guo Jin was tossing, Guo Jin had already opened his mouth first: "Dalu, Dad's eyes are blind, and he can't do the work in the field, but it's no problem to cook at home and chop firewood. ”

Guo Dalu was stunned, Guo Jin was blind in two eyes and still insisted on working? He blurted out: "Dad, it's okay, I can feed you--"

Before he finished his sentence, Guo Jin shook his head: "Dalu, there is a way to sit and eat the mountain, our Zhuang family, we should eat with strength, I am just blind, and I am not paralyzed and unable to live." Rest assured, Dad can take care of himself. ”

Guo Dalu can see it, this Guo Jin is also a strong and competitive, there is really such a person in this world, if you don't let him work, his body is uncomfortable, not everyone eats like an otaku and waits for death.

Guo Dalu nodded emphatically: "Dad, I listen to you!"

That afternoon, Guo Dalu didn't do anything, so he escorted Guo Jin around the house, familiar with the stove, where everything is placed, the house is not big, Guo Jin turned around a few times to get familiar, and even went to the yard outside the house to fetch water, and then returned to the stove to boil a pot of small yellow rice porridge.

Guo Dalu was drinking small yellow rice porridge while peeking at Guo Jin, he had to admire, this ancient poor man's will to survive was really strong!

If it is placed in the 21st century, who is suddenly blind, he has to cry and cry, he feels that he is very miserable, and the whole world owes him, but Guo Jin is good, he actually broke free from his support, fell on the ground several times, and boiled out a nest of porridge, although he almost lit the firewood when he lit the fire, but this perseverance and persistence are already very rare.

In Guo Dalu's heart, Guo Jin, a cheap old man, is just a stepping stone for himself to integrate into this world, but unconsciously, he gradually developed a good impression of this blind man, not to mention anything else, Guo Jin is much stronger than his son in the 21st century bastard dad - he was thrown on the road to liberation back then, but he almost froze to death!

How can the same father have such a different love for his son?

Guo Dalu said: "Dad, I'll make you another cup of milk candy water, this thing is more nourishing than brown sugar." ”

Guo Jin shook his head: "No, no, how can the Zhuang family be so delicate, my illness has long been cured, you still take this kind of milk candy, and it will be a rare thing to send it in the future, you can take it, and your face will be bright." ”

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "It's just a few toffee, what kind of rarity, as long as there are raw materials, I can make it open." ”

Guo Dalu didn't brag, as long as there is milk and sugar, and then make a pot, making toffee is a matter of every second, and he even makes cream.

But Guo Jin said that he would not eat another grain of toffee, Guo Dalu knew that farmers like Guo Jin were used to saving all their lives, and they were reluctant to throw even a straw away, and they must pick it up and go home, so they didn't force this father.

Guo Jin was weak after all, and he fell asleep after returning to his new bed.

Guo Dalu waited until nightfall, quietly found his home, came to a small forest behind the house, and dug up a pile of garbage on the ground.

It turned out that Guo Dalu saw that the villagers came to his house from time to time, for fear that someone would find out the secret of the garbage can, so he quietly buried the garbage can in the grove behind the house, covered it with turf, and waited until the dead of night to come to collect the garbage delivered that day. When others passed by, they would never have thought that in such an ordinary grove, there was actually a crossing artifact buried.

Guo Dalu used a rag bag to fill the new garbage, returned home, carefully picked it up, looked under the torch, only to find that the garbage was full of ants, some kitchen garbage bags have been broken, those ants are dragging rice grains bigger than their own body are crawling, obviously, for the ants, they have found an unusually rich meal.

Guo Dalu slapped the ants and muttered, "Cheap you little guys." He raised his hand and prepared to throw away the bag of kitchen garbage.

Suddenly, his hand froze.

There is a lot of food in the garbage that the garbage can conveys every day, and Guo Dalu tries to pick and eat it that is not contaminated, like this bag of kitchen garbage, soup, bones, rotten vegetable leaves and rice are mixed together, and it is absolutely difficult for him to swallow.

In the past, when he was on the island, Guo Dalu threw such kitchen garbage directly into the sea under the reef.

But now, Guo Dalu's mind flashed the malnourished faces of Brother Hao, the big girl, the stupid big man, and the villagers, as well as the nest head mixed with fine bran and wild vegetables in Guo Jin's pot.