Winter came a little late this year.

It's almost November, but the setting sun shining over the fields can still give people a little warmth.

The dreamlike pure blue sky was covered with a layer of vast twilight, covering the farmhouses, fields, rivers, and distant forests and mountains hidden in the lavender haze.

As darkness approaches, the farmers in Hedong and Hexi villages have already gone home to drink wheat porridge.

But there are still people working on the land that was once the Mitchell Manor and is now the No. 1 Harvest Farm in Langtun Town.

An old man opened his coat, stubbornly raised his wrinkled forehead, firmly held the plow truck with both hands, and walked in front barefoot.

The two draft horses struggled to pull the plow cart, walking ahead of the old man. Their mouths and noses exhaled moist heat, and sweat gathered on their ribs and dripped down in strands.

Behind the horse, the plow dug deeply into the soil carved a long furrow in the field.

The deep soil was turned out, and large pieces of turf rotated in the air along the wing plates, and finally fell upside down next to the furrow.

There is a pair of wheels in front of the coulter. The wheels can reduce the burden of the draft horse and allow the coulter to penetrate exactly nine inches into the ground, no more, no less.

This is a heavy-duty plow truck, which has a shaft, wheels and a wall-mounted plowshare for turning soil.

It is bulky, slow, and every turn is very laborious. In order to minimize the number of U-turns of the plow truck when preparing the land, the land of the homesteaders is long and narrow, lined up like zebra stripes.

After talking about the disadvantages, let’s talk about the advantages. The only one is that it can cultivate heavy clay soil that is difficult to cultivate.

The land in Plato was sticky, heavy, and rocky. Before the birth and popularization of the heavy plow, this kind of land was outright rotten land. It could only grow trees and grass, and it was impossible to develop settled agriculture.

Go to graze.

Therefore, the people of the ancient Republic disdainfully called the fishing and hunting tribes living here "pig herders" because one of the latter's important sources of food was to drive pigs into the forest to free range and wait until autumn to hunt semi-wild pigs.

It can be said that the history of the people of the ancient empire expanding into the barbaric wilderness is a history of spreading branches and leaves with heavy plowing.

Horse-drawn heavy plows had another advantage over ox-drawn heavy plows - they were faster.

The old man held the plow and was already a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

Just turning the soil is not enough, you also need to "rake" it to make the soil loose and breathable.

So the old man was followed by a dozen or so boys. The first half of them were carrying wooden sticks and picks, breaking up large pieces of hardened soil along the way; the other half were dragging behind them a rake frame that looked like a nail board. The rake frame scraped like a hair comb.

After crossing the surface, the hardened soil blocks were further broken up, and the farmland became slightly smoother.

Raking is usually done by a horse-drawn rake frame. However, the manpower on Harvest Farm is far more abundant than animal power. The precious horses are used to pull the plow, so the work of raking is naturally left to the young men who have not yet grown up in strength.

Behind the young children are their parents.

A short, middle-aged farmer hung a small basket containing seeds diagonally and swung his arms rhythmically. The seeds leaked out from between his fingers, like dripping rain under the eaves, and were evenly spread in the loose soil.

This is "spreading" in the literal sense, all by hand.

It seemed that sowing was an easy job, because the short, middle-aged farmer hardly sweated. He walked leisurely under the setting sun in autumn, as if he were a knight inspecting the manor. Others, young and old,

They were already sweating profusely.

In fact, sowing is the most difficult task and requires superb skills. Only when the seeds are spread evenly can the wheat grow evenly.

You can be lazy in other farm work, and you can do it again if you don't do it well. But if the seeds are spread unevenly, there is no second chance.

In the past, the old man holding the plow had always been responsible for sowing the seeds. But now that he was too old, his hands had become unstable, so the old man entrusted the seed basket to his eldest son with a complicated mood and went to help the plow himself.

Four adult farmers pulled a log roller and walked behind the sowers.

The farmland rolled over by the rollers becomes flat, the seeds are rolled into the soil, and the soil is properly compacted to facilitate future harvesting.

A few women carrying water bottles were at the end. They bent down from time to time to water the area where the wheat seeds had been sown. Only when the wheat seeds taste the water will they sprout and take root.

Watering is also a patient and meticulous job. Watering too much or missing water will not work, so it is left to women to do it.

Two horses, a plow and a group of hard-working people slowly pushed forward on the field, and the wheat seeds were sown.

Compared with the desolate and lonely earth, a seed is very small. But it is life, and life can grow. One day, the small seed will stand on the earth with a golden body and give birth to new life.

By then, this dead wilderness will also turn into a golden ocean.

Three men were sitting on the fence of the farm, looking at this ordinary yet magnificent scene in fascination.

The three people from left to right are Bud, Winters and Little Lion.

"Do you know what is the easiest crop to grow in the world?" Bud suddenly asked.

"Rye?" the little lion asked curiously.

"No, it's humans." Bud sighed softly: "[You must be fruitful and multiply and prosper on the earth]. If crops like humans are sown on the ground and left unattended, they will continue to grow tenaciously."

Winters and the little lion chewed these words and fell into deep thought.

"The new land reclamation army has delayed us for too long." Bud said with emotion: "There is no time to properly cultivate the fields. Now we have to plow as quickly as possible and plant widely, so we don't care about precision."

"Isn't this exquisite? There are forwards, middle troops, and rearguards. It's like marching and fighting." Winters solemnly commented: "It's more interesting than killing pigs."

"Normally, you don't farm like this. You only do one job at a time. You plow the ground first, and if you are more careful, you need to plow it three times. Then you harrow, sow, and suppress. Finally, you pour water on your head." Bud explained patiently: "Now hurry up.

Only with sufficient time and manpower can we do this."

When Winters returned to Wolf Town, Bud took him to the farm to see the results.

There were several farmers near Winters, digging soil and trenches.

Wherever you look, you can see three other sets of plow trucks. They are all very far away. They are as small as ants crawling on the ground, but they are also moving forward slowly and firmly.

[First Harvest Farm], the serial number "First" was compiled by Bud, and the name "Harvest" was given by the refugees themselves, carrying their deepest expectations.

"What are you doing?" Winters looked at the diggers nearby.

"Dig drainage ditches to prevent farmland from flooding."

Most of the farmers who dug drainage ditches had wooden tools in their hands, and the only iron tools they had were a pick and a shovel. Some even used an ox blade bone as a shovel.

Winters sighed: "It would be nice if there were more iron guys."

"So you sent me thirty more heavy plow trucks?" Bud smiled half-heartedly.

"Am I not bringing a hundred ax?" Winter's cheeks were slightly hot: "There are also iron in the furnace town, and now that the blacksmith is not enough. Instead of returning to the furnace to recast the cost, it is better to create a new new ones.

It ’s a pity that it’ s a pity that it ’s a pity. It’ s not used this year to use it next year. Anyway

Bud nodded softly, not saying a word.

Wintes became more guilty: "I am trying a way to enable Tiefeng Mine again. Rest assured, the pick will have it, and there will be some shovel. At that time, one person will send two, throw one with one."

Bud continued to smile.

"OK." Winter sighed: "I'm stupid."

Hearing this, the little lion laughed wildly, tied back and back, and almost poured down the fence.

"What do you laugh? Do you know the land?" Winter was furious.

"I really understand." The little lion's eyes bent like crescents -a bit of his sister's appearance: "I have planted sugar cane for seven years on Chisulf Island, and received the prize every year."

Winter's anger was pushed back to the lungs, and he was on the verge of vomiting blood.

Not to mention Shimoda's work, Kosa’s baby's nephew has never been planted. Before last year, Wolf Town, he didn't even touch the plow. At that time, he only thought that "flour grows out of his pocket".

The fool is a bit good.

Bud's legs on the side and said leisurely: "Actually, I don't know how to plant the land."

"Um?!"

Bude said for granted: "I entered the green heart monastery as a servant when I was very young, and I haven't done farm work a day. I know a little about the sheep.

Winter is really about to vomit blood: "Then you still say that the head is the Tao?"

"I don't understand." Bud answered: "But I will ask."

He pointed at the old man in the palm plow in the distance: "All the knowledge about farming was learned from the old man. The time the old man knew you was longer than knowing me."

Winter remembered this old man who once explained "what is agricultural" in the Square of Wolf Town.

In a word, Wintes knew what Bud wanted to say, and he also converged and furious, restored the positive color.

"There is no need to be so serious." Bud laughed: "To be honest, it won't be better than you to do it. I just want to talk about chatting casually. Can we talk about it for a long time in the past?"

"Okay." Winter laughed, but he was actually a bit sad, because he felt sparse with Budson.

The little lion also raised her ears and listened.

"You see, you don't understand farm work, this is actually normal." Bud's tone was sincere: "But can Jiwdan even a person who understands? Blacksmiths in Jeongfang Township have rely on building farm tools to support their families.

Can they not understand? "

Bud Yue said, the more earnestly: "But what? Everyone watched you take the raw materials, manpower and time to build a plow car. No one said, 'No, you should go to make these small agricultural tools.'

. No one. "

Listening to Bad's voice, Winter remembered what Anna said to him.

On that day, Anna motioned to Winter to send her blacksmith Shaosha. In the garden, Anna also told him seriously: "You just frowned just now, the blacksmith was shivered by scared, and you found out that you found it.

Are they afraid of you enough, don't let them be more afraid of you. I don't understand politics, but if the staff of the commercial banks only fear the employers, the business will not do it for a long time. "

At that time, Winter wanted to explain to his lover that he was not angry, nor did he think about intimidating others.
To be continued...