After Zhenhua had lunch, he heard his mother talk about Xiu Lian's book delivery.

, and was still in a daze for a long time.

He didn't know what Xiu Lian meant. After marrying, why should he come to tease him? Could it be that he was pitiful to keep a few broken books and pass the time for himself so that he would not get crazy because there was no entertainment activities?

Thinking of this, Zhenhua felt angry. He didn't read the books, but directly mentioned them under the stove and said to his mother: "When I cook tomorrow, I will burn these books."

A figure flashed at the door, but Qi Lei was here.

"Aunt, I'll talk to Zhenhua." Qi Lei greeted Zhenhua's mother, pulled Zhenhua to the door, stood under the shade of the tree, and said, "Has Xiulian been to your house? Have you sent you a few books?"

Zhenhua frowned: "How do you know?"

Qi Lei shook his head and smiled: "What she told me herself, and she also gave me more than a dozen books."

Zhenhua was speechless.

Qi Lei said again: "She told me that she would not come back in the future and would not use those books anymore, so she asked me to keep them for her. She also said that I would deal with it casually, burn it and throw it away, it would be fine. Tell me, what does Lu Xiulian mean?"

Zhenhua shook his head: "How do I know?"

Qi Lei asked, "Did you write a letter to say in the book she gave you?"

Zhenhua shook his head: "No, I didn't see it."

"Then take a look!" Qi Lei said without hesitation, pulling Zhenhua back into the house.

Zhenhua had no choice but to lift the stack of books from under the stove to his room, untied the rope, and read it one by one with Qi Lei.

After searching all the books, I couldn't find any letters.

Qi Lei touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "I understand, Lu Xiulian... This means decisiveness, that is, we will not deal with us in the future, so that we will forget her."

"Absolutely." Zhenhua nodded, pushed Qi Lei outward, and said, "I'm going to pick peanut seedlings. You can go home and think about it slowly. In the future, don't mention Lu Xiulian in front of me, I don't know her."

Qi Lei looked at the books and said, "You don't know Lu Xiulian anymore, give me her books too."

"I keep those books for sale, why do you want to give them to you? You can go back too, I'm going to work." Zhenhua pushed Qi Lei out of the door, touched the rope of the shoulder pole beside the door, and headed towards Donggangtou.

"I'm sick!" Qi Lei cursed Zhao Zhenhua and went back in disappointment.

...

As Liu Zhigao said, when a person's heart is stable, life will be simpler, and life will not be tiring.

Since Zhenhua decided to be a farmer, life has become much easier. He doesn't think about anything every day, and he does whatever his parents ask him to do.

Zhao Chenghai saw everything about his son and was very satisfied. Although the father and son did not communicate normally, Zhao Chenghai's attitude towards his son was obviously much more lenient, and he rarely slapped the table and stared at him.

Even in front of others, Zhao Chenghai praised his son a few words, saying that his son can be literary and martial, and that he is like a decent farming.

The white dew fills the fields withered for ten days. In a blink of an eye, it is time to harvest rice, and the autumn harvest work officially begins.

Before cutting rice, every household must level the threshing ground in front of the door.

Zhao Chenghai took his wife and son to shine the threshing ground near one acre in front of the door, then drove the old buffalo, dragged the wooden rake to level the soil that was hoeed, then crushed and compacted with a stone rake, then raked it, and crushed it again...

After the ground is initially leveled, sprinkle water on it, sprinkle it with soil, then sprinkle it with wood ash, swipe it gently, pull the stone slabs with human power, and flatten the ground.

In this way, there is a very flat and smooth threshing ground, just like the concrete floor in the city.

This process is simple to say, but it is actually very laborious.

Zhao Chenghai was not in a hurry, and took his time step by step, and taught his son to use the cow.

When people in ancient times read, they should learn the six arts of gentlemen, rituals, music, shooting, calligraphy, and numbers; when people who practice martial arts, they should learn eighteen weapons such as swords, guns, sticks, etc.

Man who farms also has compulsory courses, which roughly include the following aspects: chopping, cutting, ropes, ropes, big picking, big lifting, throwing grain and sowing seeds, plowing fields and raking fields, raising fields, and stocking up grain.

Cutting and cutting means making simple farm tools, such as changing a shovel handle and hoe handle;

Ropes and ropes are made of ropes. For example, the neck rope of a cattle is as thick as a child's arms, and it is not sold on the market, so it must be made by home. There is also a whip rope of a cattle that must be twisted with the sole line of the shoe. When you wave it, the wind will whip it. With a light whip, you can whip the slow old buffalo to run four hooves, which is better than a thousand-mile horse.

Throwing grain and sowing seeds means sowing. It must be even, not thick and thin, but one piece or one piece.

For physical work such as lifting and lifting, just have the strength to do it. Zhenhua knows nothing about other technical work, and is completely black, so he can only learn step by step.

Plowing fields, raking the fields and hitting the fields are all about making the cattle live.

Zhao Chenghai started by using the cow and slowly trained his son.

Fortunately, the old buffalo who was raised at home was very gentle and skillful, so Zhenhua was fine. He learned the routine of raking and raking in the threshing ground in front of the door.

Zhao Chenghai was smoking a cigarette, squatting in front of the door to watch his son use the cow, and finally a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

But Cuihong was not very happy, she was worried about her son's marriage.

Last time Zhao Zhenhua stopped the car and made Hao Guolan hold a grudge. This professional matchmaker who ate a hundred families of food has been widely publicized since that day, saying that Zhao Zhenhua, the son of Zhao Chenghai of the third group of Dongwan, was a mentally ill and did not get into college, which made her brain anxious. She also said that Qi Lei from the first group of Dongwan is a drunkard, often drunk, often incontinent, and feces and urine...

After Hao Guolan's unremitting publicity and dissemination, Zhao Zhenhua and Qi Lei were almost becoming celebrities from all over the countryside and five miles away. Wherever they went, their backs were chilling.

This is what Cuihong is worried about. If Hao Guolan continues to promote this, Zhenhua’s reputation will be bad. Can he still find a partner in his hometown?

Zhao Chenghai was not worried much and said to his wife: "Don't worry about what Hao Guolan said. After selling rice in the autumn, buy materials to build a house. It's easy to build a house. With the pond mud and dust, are you still worried that there will be no donkeys rolling around?"

After the threshing farm is leveled, the autumn harvest work officially begins.

All the rice from the ten acres of fields in Zhenhua's family were cut with sickles one by one.

Handfuls of rice straw cut from grass and rice are called "rice handles" in the countryside. These rice handles must be carried back to the threshing ground in front of the door with a shoulder pole rope, shaken evenly, drive the old cow, drag the stone crock, and crush the rice.

Fortunately, Zhenhua's parents are still capable, and this year there is more Zhenhua's labor, so the autumn harvest is relatively easy.

During the process of harvesting rice, occasionally it rains, Zhenhua could run to the third-year high school master's house and fight him for two games.

Moreover, Zhenhua spent two days to help Qi Lei pick up rice handles.

Qi Lei's family lacks labor and has a lot of land. Qi Lei himself is also thin and he is not as good as Zhenhua's work.

That day, the two of them carried rice handles for the whole morning. When they were drinking at noon, Qi Lei sighed and said, "Zhenhua, the way of labor in our hometown needs to be improved. We always rely on manpower to farm, which is exhausting! I carried the burden for a few days, and my waist was almost broken!"

"Save it!" Zhenhua shook his head and said, "Do you still remember what the teacher said in the geography class in the first year of high school? Our place is a hilly area, and the main mode of transportation is shoulder-carrying!"

Qi Lei curled his lips and said nothing.

Qi Lei also remembered the scene in class that day.

The geography teacher analyzed the characteristics of the terrain and transportation methods of his hometown, and also asked the students what the transportation methods of his hometown were?

The students' answers were varied, some said it was a tractor, some said it was a flatbed car, and some said it was a donkey pulling a cart.

As a result, the teacher said two words ruthlessly: shoulder-to-shoulder!

On the spot, the whole class sighed, and this was how deeply the poverty and backwardness of my hometown were understood.

Zhenhua looked at the rice handles on the threshing farm outside the door and said, "I heard that the northern plains are transported and cultivated by tractors. But in our situation, there is no road or car. What else can I do besides carrying shoulders?"

"The main reason is that you don't have money and have money to buy a tractor, you can naturally build roads." Qi Lei said.

"In the past, there were roads and organic farming roads, but later, they were all dug up. The older generation of farmers in the village were not awakened enough!" Zhenhua sighed.

Zhenhua's home has a rice field next to the mechanized farming road. But his father Zhao Chenghai digs a little on the roadbed every year to expand his own field area. The same family on the other side of the road also slowly embezzles the roadbed. After a few years, the mechanized farming road that was originally five feet wide is now only one foot wide...

Qi Lei thought for a while and said, "Zhenhua, I can't see hope in my hometown. Think about other ways and go out to find a job."

Zhenhua smiled: "You are very motivated, you can go out and try it out first. If you have a way, then take me with you."

Qi Lei sighed and said in a tangled manner: "I want to go out too, but my mother said, let me get married first, and after getting married, I will ignore me."

"Marry? Have you agreed to have a good partner?" Zhenhua was a little surprised.

"It's not easy to get a wife? There are women everywhere, just ask for one." Qi Lei said indifferently.

Zhenhua smiled and shook his head and said, "Do you think asking for a wife is begging for food? Begging for food is easy, and people give you a bite of the leftovers. It is difficult to get a wife. Who has an extra wife? Look at you, I'll give you one? If asking for a wife is as easy as begging for food, old mascenary Song Rengui has already asked for eighteen wives!"

Qi Lei also smiled and waved his hand and said, "It's not easy for you to get a wife. That's your business, it doesn't mean me! I tell you that if I want, I can get married at the end of the year."

Zhenhua didn't believe it at all and sneered: "Yeah, it turns out that you still have a ready-made partner? Did you marry a baby when you were a child?"

Qi Lei rolled his eyes and said fiercely: "Actually, there are many girls who like me, but I don't like others. Don't worry, I must find a wife who is more beautiful than Lu Xiulian. Her education level must be at least graduated from high school!"

Hearing the three words Lu Xiulian, Zhenhua immediately stopped talking and drank the wine in his glass silently.

Qi Lei was still chattering and said, "By the way, I heard that Xiu Lian's brother Lu Shengsong is going to ask for a wife. He was a southerner brought back by Ji Sanbao."

"What does it have to do with you when they get married? Eat and have a meal!" Zhenhua said angrily.

"Hehe, it seems that you haven't forgotten Xiu Lian yet. As soon as you talk about Xiu Lian, you stare at me." Qi Lei smiled and said, "Siu Lian really never came back after returning to the door, and never came back once..."

Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei, turned around and went to the stove to serve the rice. Zhenhua didn't want to know all the news about Xiu Lian, because Xiu Lian had nothing to do with him anymore.
Chapter completed!