In March and April, all the tribe members were busy, reclaiming, sowing, raising seedlings, and planting rice.

For the farming people, March and April are busy seasons and hope seasons.

After the seedlings in the dry land were completed, around mid-April, the seedlings grew up and the tribe members were busy planting the rice seedlings again.

Rice transplanting is the highlight, time is tight, rice fields are a bit too much, and the workload is heavy.

The old rules, men, women, young and old together.

Pulling seedlings, planting seedlings, men and women, young and old, countless figures, with laughter and longing, busy in the fields.

I bent over and planted rice seedlings, and I was very tired all day long.

And for seven consecutive days, it made the tribe members extremely tired.

However, looking at the neat and continuous fields, the rice fields were slightly green, and the tribesmen were full of happiness and joy.

Physical fatigue is nothing.

This boundless rice field full of seedlings represents the accumulation of grain as high as a mountain in three or four months.

Sow the seeds and harvest hope.

This is the happiness of the farming nation.

Such a big labor scene is the favorite of children.

Children like the most fun.

They were carefree, carrying handfuls of straw baled seedlings, laughing and chasing along the straight and flat ridges, running from the seedlings to the rice fields.

When I arrived at the place, I threw the seedlings I was carrying at the side of the adults who were planting rice fields.

It's just that, obviously, their throwing skills are not up to standard.

The place where the seedlings fall is often far away from adults.

Sometimes, it even goes in the opposite direction.

Many children stood on the ridge of the field, swung a handful of seedlings, circled around, plucked their strength, and threw them hard.

The purpose is naturally to allow the seedlings to be poured further.

But things went against my wishes.

As he shook, the seedlings came out from the middle of the journey, but in that direction, they were behind him.

When the adults saw it, they were still very reserved and just smiled knowingly.

The other children were no longer ashamed of their face, holding their stomachs, smiling so hard that they leaned back and forth.

I laughed exaggeratedly, and everyone fell into the field.

This naturally caused another burst of laughter.

The child was a little stunned and stunned. He picked up the seedlings again and continued to throw them up in discontent.

I also have good luck and invest very accurately. The seedlings landed accurately next to the adults.

But it's too accurate.

The handful of seedlings directly rubbed across the adult's cheeks and landed in front of the adult who was bent down to plant the rice, splashing the adult's body and face covered with mud.

This naturally attracted the admiration and scolding from adults.

The child did not care about scolding and scolding at all, stuck out his tongue, made a face, and then laughed loudly.

He even danced and jumped, rejoicing for his accurate hit.

When he saw the angry adult grabbing a ball of mud and throwing it to the scene, he immediately ran away with laughter and nowhere to be seen.

Some children were sent to the fields to plant rice.

They were short, had short arms, and had not planted a few seedlings, so they wanted to move.

However, the rice fields are shallow underwater, black and extremely delicate mud, which is very sucking.

This made them move their steps very hard.

When pulling your feet once, you often have to try hard several times.

This made some impatient children very impatient.

In a hurry, they often used too much force and pulled out their feet at once, but the person also fell down.

They staggered up and looked at the mud covered in their hands. They could only wave their hands in the shallow water with distress, wash away the mud, and then continue.

Some children are more serious.

After planting for a while, I turned around and found a row of seedlings, which were a little crooked, so I turned around and moved the position of the seedlings again, aligning them forward, backward, left and right.

Sometimes I find a cluster of seedlings, and there are too many plants, so I pull them up again, count four seedlings carefully, and plant them again.

Looking forward, the seedlings were neatly arranged.

Moreover, each cluster of seedlings stands straight and there are no more or less in number, all four, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

However, the seedlings are planted beautifully, but the speed is too slow.

Then he saw him go back and forth, constantly correcting, without any impatience.

Because of the more round trips, I will step on more footprints.

When transplanting rice, you often encounter pits.

When he was inserted into the footprint, he did not take it carelessly, but carefully smoothed the pit.

He is too serious.

After seven days of hard work, the seedlings were finally planted.

Under the warm sunshine, the gentle spring breeze passes by, the green seedlings sway happily.

A smile full of hope appeared on the faces of the tribe members.

From the construction of the dam to the present, with their hands, they have created a future full of hope that will not lack food, will not starve, will not have floods, and will be full of hope.

Is the last seven months of intense work hard or tired?

Suffering is of course suffering.

Tired, it must be tired.

They have never been so hard or tired.

All of them had sore muscles, and the blisters on their hands had already become thick calluses.

The shoulders and spine, because of carrying loads and heavy objects, are also everywhere and are covered with scars.

Although it is hard and tiring, but...

It's worth it!

Compared with hunger when food is lacking, it is the danger of life when hunting and facing wild animals; compared with the flood, it is called daily response, it is called the earth and the earth is not effective, the fear, helplessness, despair...

What do these hardships and fatigue mean?

In the hazy, they seemed to see the future and touch the future.

That is, the future they hope for, a bright future.

Many tribe members looked at their hands, then clasped them tightly.

A thought arose in their minds.

Through these hands, they can choose the future they want.

Through these hands, they can, create the future they want.

They can, let hunger, let floods, and helplessness.

They can control their own destiny...

No more let fate!

The patriarch smiled while touching his beard.

His face was red, his eyes were bright, and his excitement was shining.

The rice fields that cannot be seen and the green seedlings are full of green seedlings. They are the country, the home, and the paradise!

Such a scene is even more beautiful than his imagination, and more realistic than the planning on the sand table.

He was so satisfied.

The tribe's present is many times better than his ideals.

He took out the gods from the world in his heart again.

In his heart, he worshiped the god of heaven.

Thanks to God, he gave him an excellent grandson.

A very outstanding grandson.

A grandson who is more useful than a god.

He couldn't figure out whether his grandson was a man or a god.

If you say you are a human, how could you know so many things?

He understands everything he has seen, what he has never seen, what he has in the sky, what he is underground, what he is present and what he will have in the future.

Can people know so much?

He said he was a god, but he was never cold, never high above, never in a fog.

Moreover, you can answer all your requests and answer questions and any questions and difficulties can be solved perfectly and overcome smoothly.

God, is it so easy to talk to?

But whether it is God or man, as long as the tribe members can live a good life...

That's his good grandson!
Chapter completed!