Chapter 144 144. Call it a day and go home
Just as Song Sancheng said, at three o'clock in the afternoon, all the peach trees have been planted.
Zhang Yanping was looking at the water pump in the pond below. The people above were holding pipes and watering the trees one by one.
The rest of the people are not idle either.
With one day's wages, although everyone works very hard, it is not good to stop work before the sun sets.
So he picked up the **** again and dug two more deep ditches on the side of the mountain:
“Sancheng, don’t you want to plant those golden cherry blossoms? Is it okay to look at the depth?”
Song Sancheng went over and took a look: "Why can't it work! Even though I asked you to work hard, the saplings haven't been transported yet."
In fact, whether you can buy it or not is another matter.
Everyone waved their hands and said, "I earn you two hundred yuan a day. If you can't do this kind of work, wouldn't it be embarrassing to tell you?"
"that is!"
“Are you planning to build an iron fence or build a frame here? If you want to build a frame, we will cut down the bamboo today.”
Song Sancheng quickly stopped him: "Build an iron net, build an iron net, don't cut the bamboo, don't worry - why don't you guys go to my field and tidy up the land again?"
“It’s time to sow seeds, it’s time to transplant seedlings.”
And the rice field is about to be filled with water, so the water outlet of the pond should be blocked, and Old Man Li will hitch the plow to the old scalper.
It was only then that everyone realized what was happening, and now they were walking down the mountain in twos and threes, carrying hoes and shovels on their backs, muttering at the same time:
“Thirty percent, your investment this year is a bit big, don’t lose it.”
Song Sancheng also looked sad and honest:
"That's not true, but Tantan is planning to have a good fight in the village. We are old and can't keep up with the times. We can't worry about our children because of this, and we will be burdened with the family in the future. It’s so heavy that it’s hard to do anything else.”
This is also the case.
An aunt here asked out of curiosity as soon as she stepped into the ditch: "Huh? Sancheng, didn't I hear you say at the beginning that Tantan would rest at home for a few months? Why does this mean that she will completely take root in her hometown in the future?"
“Don’t be confused! What future does the girl’s family have in staying in the village? Look at my hands—”
She stretched out her hand and said, "This old woman's hands are all made by doing farm work. Do you have any disadvantages? There is a lot of pressure in the city, but at least you don't have to work hard."
Song Sancheng was silent for a moment, and then whispered:
“Sister-in-law, it’s not that I want my child to stay with me. It’s true that young people are outside now and there is too much pressure.”
"When our Tantan came back, she still had gauze tied on her head! There was no blood at all on her face. When I went to pick her up, her square gauze was covered by her hair. I didn't notice it at first, but later I discovered that she He even told me that he was hit!"
“As a result, when I checked Douyin that night, there was a video on it, saying that there was a serial car accident on the Ninghai Bridge in our city, and the child was pulled out of the car by a young man wearing a mask!”
“Just a little bit, the car would explode!”
Speaking of this, Song Sancheng’s eyes turned red:
“I used to tell her that she should be more diligent in the workplace, work more, don’t argue with others, and behave well...”
“But you said, no matter how well you behave, the child is like this, and you can still save tens of thousands of dollars when you go home.”
If he hadn't seen the child come back and recover quickly and be full of energy, he would have wanted to tell the matter and take the child to check to see if there were any sequelae. As soon as he said this, everyone sighed.
The aunt who just spoke also had a gloomy face:
"I regret it now. When the country said we could have two children, I said it would be too lonely to have a grandson... Now it's better. Two children go to kindergarten, and the tuition alone costs more than 30,000 yuan a year. This is still quite ordinary. kindergarten!"
"What kind of interest classes are there? You said that the couple has to pay off the mortgage and take care of the children. Where does the money come from? I don't even dare to ask."
“I go out to work in the second half of every year, and I earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan as a supplement to them. That’s it, life is still tight..."
It’s a hard time!
Everyone chatted, each with their own difficulties. For a while, it seemed that they naturally accepted the fact that Song Tan was working at home.
But the movements under his hands are deft.
Originally, the land in this field has been carefully cultivated by machines. Now it is just leveled with a rake, and then a few ridges are made according to different vegetables with a hoe...
A few nuns with quick hands and feet took the vegetable seedlings that had grown in the first two fields and transplanted them here. They were still full of wonder: "Thirty percent, I think your Tantan is really lucky in farming!"
“Look at these vegetable seedlings, they look so energetic! If you have more, you can give me two of them later. I think these pepper seedlings are really good...”
"Okay!" Song Sancheng was quite generous in this regard: "If we can transplant it tonight, we can all share the extra."
There are still three or four hours before the sun goes down. There are twenty or thirty people scattered in these seven fields. Why can't it be done?
Everyone laughed: "Then I think your vegetable seedlings are really not good enough..."
However, there is no shortage of vegetable seedlings in the village. The person who asked just now just saw the vegetable seedlings growing strong and couldn't hold it back... In the end, it was like everyone said, after planting seven fields, there were not even enough seeds and vegetable seedlings!
Song Sancheng looked left and right: "Don't worry about it. Just rest later. I'll get some soybeans from home and sprinkle them in."
Now that the day has turned dark, the tea-picking helpers on the mountain have all gone down the mountain, and even the bamboo shoot diggers have stopped working early - there is no way, the bamboo forest is still darker than outside.
Everyone also finished their work in twos and threes, carrying their own kettles and benches, and wandering back.
This long and tiring day is finally over.
It wasn't until the figure faded away that Song Sancheng suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "Everyone from my own house, please come tomorrow to help clean up my cousin's house!"
Someone in the distance was responding, but Song Youde wandered out with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the sky:
“Don’t be in a hurry to call someone. It’s Tomb-Sweeping Day tomorrow. I’m looking at the sky and I’m afraid it’s going to rain early in the morning. Let’s have lunch and see if it’s sunny before calling.”
Song Tan was packing things aside. Hearing this, his heart moved and he couldn't help but look at his grandfather Song Youde -
Being a lifelong farmer is not false. There is more moisture in the air, and there is a high probability of rain tomorrow.
It just so happens that the spring rain is as precious as oil. With such a rain moistening it, there is no need to worry about the vegetables and peach trees planted today.
After thinking about it, she picked up another bundle of straw:
“I’m going to add some grass to the pigsty, because I’m afraid it will get cold at night.”
I stopped by to see the king and told him I was going to the back mountain in the evening...
The rule in the article is that Qingming Festival is celebrated in advance and not on the same day.
Therefore, when my uncle and the others went home to visit graves and burn paper, they actually did so in advance of the Tomb-Sweeping Day. I also specifically said before that it was approaching Tomb-Sweeping Day, so don’t get me wrong.
(End of this chapter)