In early spring, the ice and snow melt, everything revives, and it turns warm and cold again.

The plum blossoms in the village are in full bloom, the peach blossoms have bloomed, the trees in the forest are sprouting new buds, and there are young grasses breaking through the soil on the roadside.

The traces of tender green and colorful petals are the breath of spring.

Actually, spring is not as beautiful as imagined, especially for rural people.

A light rain in spring made the roads muddy, and it was freezing to the bones in the morning and evening, especially in the cold fields. When I went barefoot, the hairs all over my body were trembling with cold.

For literati and poets, spring is naturally full of indescribable beauty. For the poor people who are struggling to make ends meet, they can only secretly curse why it is so cold, but they still have to work...

Now that he has graduated from school, Yunjing has no plans to go to the university to further his studies. He is also not idle at home, helping his family with spring farming.

As for farming, Yunjing said that he can be called a semi-professional. Putting aside the 'experience' in his previous life, he had quite a lot of experience in farming with his master in his earlier life. Well, he still has to listen to the instructions of his family.

, his so-called experience was completely defeated by his family's means of survival.

It's like a three-year veteran who can't outrun a courier, that's about it.

How do you compare your hobbies with other people's means of survival?

Yunjing has grown up and is a strong laborer in the family. He can work as hard as a cow.

Anyway, he did whatever his family asked him to do, and then the task of driving cattle and plowing the fields fell on him. It’s not like he had never done this kind of work before, and he was very familiar with it.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think about the dozens of acres of land at home. The cattle plowed the land. Walking slowly over it, they only plowed a foot wide. It was dozens of acres. How long would it take to plow it?

However, the actual operation may seem slow, but as long as you don't stop, time will slip by unknowingly, and the land under your feet will become less and less plowed.

This thing is quite a test for a person's patience.

In the paddy field, the mud was turbid. Yunjing rolled up his trousers and drove Dahei to plow the field. Mud water splashed with every step he took. His body was covered with mud spots and his feet were soaked and turned white.

It's really cold in the paddy fields in early spring. It's freezing to the bones for ordinary people. Yunjing doesn't care about the cold for a long time, so there's no need for his family to suffer this kind of crime. He can just bear it himself.

He took off his fluttering white scholar uniform and put on coarse linen clothes. His hair was tied back casually. He held the cow rope with one hand and pretended to drive the cow with a bamboo branch. He held the plow steady with the other hand and was covered in mud.

, don’t tell me, he is quite like that.

"Dahei, you are a veritable beast. You actually have to plow the land. To be honest, I feel a little wronged to you. But, this is life. You have been plowing the land for decades anyway. If you are allowed to have free time,

You probably aren’t used to it yet, so I’ll just make do with it and just experience life, don’t you think?”

On one side, the farmland and the cloud scenery are leisurely and leisurely, and I am chatting with Dahei.

Dahei walked slowly. With this little work, he continued all day long without resting. It was nothing like when he first came to this house, he had lost ten or twenty pounds after working hard at farming. That was true.

tired.

He shook his head and snorted. I don’t know if Dahei understood it. He turned back and glanced at Yunjing, as if he was saying I don’t know whether I was wronged or not, but Master, you are a scholar with a good reputation, and you are still a young man.

The richest man in Xicun is not just farming, but you are even more aggrieved in comparison.

Although Dahei can understand simple words and has excellent wisdom, he cannot really communicate and cannot understand what it wants to express. Yunjing simply said: "What, Dahei, by the way, you are also a boss now."

Well, strictly speaking, you are an old cow that is about to die. How about giving birth to a calf for your beautiful heifer someday?"

Dahei ignored Yunjing, and he didn't know whether he was not interested in cows or was past the age of lust.

The life span of an ordinary farm cow is only ten or twenty years, and its peak physical strength is only about ten years. In Dahei's year, he is basically an old cow. It should have been taken care of in old age, but now it has obviously exceeded its lifespan limit. Judging from its own situation,

Look, I guess he is just a young man.

Yunjing was very curious, Dahei had never thought about giving birth to a calf?

How bored I am, actually thinking about this, Yunjing himself is a little bit dumbfounded.

There is a saying that most farm cattle are castrated. There is a saying that this can prolong the life and physical strength of the cattle, and also prevent them from being unable to restrain themselves when they are in heat.

Dahei has not been castrated, and there is no time when he cannot be controlled. He has always been docile and obedient.

Well, it is already a mature cow and already knows how to make its owner worry-free.

I don’t know if people have ever observed cows, especially bulls. The big lump between the legs at the back is quite intimidating...

"Xiao Jing, come over for dinner."

At noon, Yunshan came to the field ridge carrying a large basket on his back. On top of the basket was a large wooden basin filled with cooked rice and salt, which was for Dahei to eat.

In this busy farming season, the cattle are doing heavy physical work, so they must eat well, otherwise they will not be able to support their physical strength.

As for Yunjing's food, he put it in his backpack.

Farming is busy, and every minute and second is precious. Going home to eat will waste time, so Yunshan brought it to Yunjing and ate it on the field ridge, and continued working after eating.

Yunjing's family is not in a similar situation, but other surrounding farmers are also in the same situation. During meal time, they all put down their work and eat the meals sent by their families on the field.

Tsk, what the heck, some people dine outdoors in spring and call it a spring outing, while farmers just want to save time and taste the food carefully. The difference between this is sad.

"Come on, come on, what delicious food did mommy cook today?" Yunjing turned around and said with a smile. You have to walk all the way to eat, right?

Yunshan put down his backpack and said, "It's just a plate of pickles and a bowl of white rice. Why, you still want to eat delicacies from the mountains and the sea?"

"I'm not as good as a cow in terms of feelings. At least Dahei's food is filled with oil and water," Yun Jing said speechlessly.

Yunshan laughed and said: "If it were you dragging the plow in front of the land, I would naturally give you better food."

"Dad, you are saying that I am a cow and I am your son, so who are you?"

"You kid is looking for a fight, right..."

These are all jokes. There are not many similar daily interactions between father and son. After all, Yunjing has grown up and can no longer talk with a stick like he once did.

Unload the plow for Dahei and go ashore, letting him eat rice while Yunjing sits on a rock on the ridge of the field and plows rice.

Of course, what we eat is not pickles and rice. There is rice, but there are three kinds of vegetables, a can of egg drop soup, a bowl of fried bacon, and a plate of fried chicken with sour bamboo shoots.

Yunshan was joking with Yunjing when he mentioned simple food.

Watching Yunjing dig into the rice, not dissing the environment or the mud on his body at all, Yunshan's eyes flashed with relief.

This child of yours should not be given a thumbs up no matter who mentions it?

A scholar, with knowledge and fame, if it were anyone else, let alone plowing land for you, his tail would have been raised to who knows where. For the sake of face, he would probably have to try his best to conceal his identity as a farmer's child. But as for Yunjing, calmly

Accepting this, he also took the initiative to help the family with work. How many scholars in the world can do this like their own son?

Yunshan doesn't know the truth, but he knows that his son is definitely the best son in the world.

Seeing how delicious Yunjing's food was, Yunshan turned to look at Tianli and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad. I didn't embarrass myself. The work was good and fast. If you don't make a difference in studying in the future, you won't starve to death even if you farm."

"Dad, you are the only one who talks about your son like that. Everyone hopes that his son will become famous and prosperous, but if you leave me here, you just hope that I won't show up to farm in the future." Yunjing took the time to laugh and cry.

With a glare, Yunshan hummed and said: "What, you dislike your father because I'm uneducated? I can only say such rude words. Also, let me tell you, no matter what, you can't lose your ability to farm."

, with this ability, no matter how difficult it is, there is hope of survival, and if you have land, you will never die of hunger."

"Don't worry, Dad, we are no worse than others in farming. This skill is ingrained in our bones and we can't throw it away even if we want to." Yun Jing said with a smile.

The old father's thoughts were very simple and not malicious. People who know how to farm will not despair no matter how desperate they are as long as they are still standing on the earth.

Nodding, Yunshan said with satisfaction: "That's pretty much it." Then he pointed to the side and said: "I'm afraid it's going to rain this afternoon, so I brought you a raincoat and a bamboo hat. Wear them when it rains, so you don't get sick.

"

"I know, dad, don't worry, I'm in good health."

"Don't worry, don't take it seriously just because you're in good health. Before you came back last year, the four-year-old son of Yun Dajiang's family at the end of the village fell into an ice hole and caught the cold. He just disappeared. Your aunt's eyesight

I almost cried my eyes out, hey."

Yunjing had heard about this matter, but he couldn't help it. He was not at home at the time, otherwise the child could have helped save it.

Life is like this, there will always be unbearable unexpected pain when you don't know it.

Yunshan said this to remind Yunjing to pay attention to his health, but it had no other meaning. Yunjing could feel his father's concern and felt warm in his heart.

Not your parents and family, how many people will really care about your life and death?

Not mentioning these depressing topics, after all, they have all passed. Yun Jing said: "Dad, this field will be plowed by the afternoon, and I will have a morning job today."

"What are you thinking? There is no one like you who can do this kind of work. After this field is plowed, there will be nothing else. I have put water in the fields over there. Don't go home until it's dark.

, Tsk, I praised you just now, but now, I find it disgusting that you think about farming and supporting yourself," Yunshan curled his lips and said.

After taking a big bite of the food, Yunjing said vaguely: "Okay, okay, I won't go home before dark, that's okay."

The family no longer relies on farming to support themselves, but they still have the attitude they should have, which is to work in a profession, respect a profession, and love a profession.

Although Yunjing is free now, there are actually quite a lot of things to do. However, you have to eat one bite at a time. Let’s just settle down and farm, and renovate the farm tools in the process. When the work is almost done, go to the relief society to apply for funds for road construction, and then talk about it.

other.

Take it step by step, don't rush.

Thinking of this, Yunjing changed the subject and said: "Dad, our plow has been used for many years. It is still made of wood and the tip is worn. It does not go deep into the soil and cannot plow the ground deeply. I am thinking,

Is it possible to make the plow tip into metal, so that it can penetrate deeper into the soil, and then make the moldboard movable left and right, with some curvature. In this way, when plowing, it can penetrate deeper into the soil, save effort, and at least increase the efficiency.

It’s doubled, especially when the soil is turned up, it can still go in one direction, unlike now where the two sides are separated and messy.”

If you want to transform farm tools, you can't just come out of thin air. Although it doesn't matter, at least there is some basis for it. Now that I have many years of farming experience and have practiced it, it will come naturally when I put forward the idea. No matter what, at least

Make it easier for people to accept.
To be continued...