When I arrived at the field, Canghai saw that the third uncle was sitting on the plow to rest. The lasso on the ugly donkey had been untied. Now he was hanging his head and eating the grass that had just come out of the ground. Although there were many green grasses this year and they were all piece by piece, it was really better than before.

When the ugly donkey saw Canghai, he sniffed and screamed and came over.

When the third uncle saw Canghai coming, he smiled and said, "Why did you raise another monkey? This thing consumes food but can't work."

"Uncle San, this is an orangutan, who saved my life. If it weren't for it, it would have died in the United States," Canghai explained again.

After hearing that he had saved his nephew's life, Cang Shiyuan solemnly glanced at Tietou and said, "That's what we should keep."

"Uncle San, I'll do it." Cang Hai rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take over the work of plowing the field from Uncle San.

Cang Shiyuan was a little worried about his nephew plowing the land: "Can you do it?"

"I have been in the village since I was a child, and I have done a lot of work." Cang Hai said while placing the condom on the ugly donkey. There are several parts of the condom, like a soft circle of hay tied around the neck of the animal. It not only protects the animal's neck from being armed by a wooden tripod, but also facilitates the animal to exert force.

In addition to the ones that were placed on the neck, there were also those that were placed on the back of the livestock. In addition to several ropes, the entire set of tools was passed down from generation to generation. Cang Hai had no ability to change these things, so he still put the ugly donkey in the same way as the old method.

Seeing that Cang Hai was not very skilled in his movements, he was not a big mistake. Cang Shiyuan stood up and gave out the plow sitting under his butt.

After hanging the plow, Canghai held the plow with one hand and held the reins of the ugly donkey in the other hand, and gently shook it and pulled the plow into the field.

Cang Shiyuan had already plowed out two ridges, so Cang Hai helped the plow to the ridge and then straightened the plow, causing the plow to sink into the ground. After a light shout, the ugly donkey pulled the plow forward step by step. As the ugly donkey exerted its force, pieces of loess rose from the side of the plow shovel.

Seeing that the loess was turned up, Canghai understood why Aunt San asked herself to come over in rubber boots, because this year's loess is no longer scattered like the soil that was turned up after plow last year. This year's loess land obviously brought some water vapor, and the soil that was turned up was piece by piece. Although it was still not like the land in the south, it was really much better than last year.

The ugly donkey has a lot of strength, so the plow is deep enough to eat soil. After plowing out a ridge, the ugly donkey's speed does not decrease at all.

"Good donkey!" Cang Shiyuan couldn't help but praise the ugly donkey again.

For a farmer, even if a strong big bull is used to plow such a land, it is probably an ugly donkey. But what is the price of a strong big bull? No two donkeys can be exchanged.

"Haiwazi, I'll buy a big female donkey in two days and let your donkey match it with a seed, and then a strong little donkey will be born." Cang Shiyuan suddenly thought that he also had an ugly donkey.

"Okay, just get the donkey," Cang Hai said with a smile.

Cang Shiyuan said, and when he saw his eldest nephew plowing the fields and plowing in a good manner, he walked aside and chatted with Wei Wenkui who was resting not far away. The two were not only neighbors but also close relatives. The third aunt Wei Qin was Wei Wenkui's sister, and she was really serious brother-in-law and brother-in-law.

Canghai held the plow and watched the sharp and bright plowshare penetrate deep into the soil. Pieces of loess rolled from the plow to the side, making a thin and unsuspected sound. After listening for a long time, it seemed to be a music. Canghai's whole body and mind were relaxed.

Holding the plow in hand, feeling the steady force of the ugly donkey. The iron plow was moving at an almost equal speed, turning up pieces of loess. The newly turned ditches of this ridge seemed to be the five-line mark of life, so beautiful that they made people get drunk for a while.

At this moment, Canghai had thought about plowing the fields, but about the land under his feet. His father had cultivated it like himself. Before his father, his grandfather had driven animals like himself, and sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead fell on the yellow soil under his feet.

Now that I repeat the affairs of my father and ancestors, I feel that I am born with this land under my feet. When I cultivate this land, I seem to be able to feel the state of mind of my father and ancestors, with joy and yearning, hoping that my hard-working hands can get rich returns on this land. After the acceptance, I will raise my wife and children with the output of the land and pay tribute to my ancestors.

Canghai's expression became more and more focused, as if he regarded plowing the fields as a big thing. At this moment, Canghai seemed to have become a real farmer, vaguely understanding the meaning of the land and the joy and longing in the hearts of a farmer.

From east to west, then turn the plowhead and then from west to east. It seemed very boring in the past, but now it is fun to do it.

"Haiwozi, take a break. Even if you don't stop, you should let the animals take a break. Let the ugly donkey drink a few sips of water and eat grass for a while. You kid only know how to plow the land but not care for the animals. This field is not plowed in one day, and the animals should be more important, let alone before you come back, the ugly donkey has plowed less than ten acres of land."

Seeing Canghai plowing back and forth and preparing to plow down another ridge, Wei Wenkui shouted at Canghai.

Hearing Wei Wenkui say this, Canghai stopped, put down the lee and untied the shelf on the ugly donkey, put the ugly donkey to eat a few bites of green grass, and he came to Wei Wenkui and Cang Shiyuan and sat down directly on the ground.

Wei Wenkui looked at Canghai: "Yes, you guy hasn't forgotten the farm work you have in your hands yet."

"It's actually very difficult to forget." Cang Hai reached out and wiped the sweat from his head, and swung his hands and fell into the yellow soil next to him.

When Cang Shiyuan heard this, he sighed: "Haiwazi's life is really hard."

"What's the hardship? I really don't feel that it's more painful than others," Cang Hai said with a smile.

Many people know Canghai's life experience and say that Canghai's life is very hard, but Canghai really doesn't feel that he is very hard, but he just feels that he is busier than others every day.

When his father passed away, Canghai was already in his teens and Canghai could take care of himself. With the help of the villagers in the village, Canghai felt that his life was OK. When he was in college, he was taken care of by Mr. Guan Qidong. His godmother Xu Xiaomin also called him to have dinner at home from time to time and put on clothes from time to time. He met many kind-hearted people, so Canghai didn't feel that he had suffered so much.

Besides, Canghai believes that a man lives in this world with his hands and feet, but he does more work than others every day, and is hard to be considered as busy.

After hearing this, Wei Wenkui praised, "This child is good-minded and honest, and he still looks like he was when he was a child."

"I'm embarrassed to praise you. By the way, Uncle Wei, Changsheng, Changhao and Changli have not come back to celebrate the New Year?" Cang Hai asked.

Changsheng and Changhao are Wei Wenkui's two sons, and Changli is Wei Wenkui's niece and the daughter of Wei Wenkui's younger brother. Wei Wenhong died five or six years ago when he was digging a well and dug coal. Therefore, Wei Changli has been living with Wei Wenkui. Wei Wenkui is more concerned about this niece than his two sons.

Wei Wenkui smiled and said, "We have gone out to work. We make a lot of money here. I am not old and I don't need their help in this farm work. Moreover, when Changsheng comes back for the New Year this year, he also brings a girlfriend. It seems that it won't take long to get married. After all, he has to earn some bride money. Now, if you marry a wife, how can you get 200,000 yuan?"

Cang Shiyuan said happily: "You Uncle Wei will be able to drink wife's tea in two years. I don't know if the kid in our family has this ability."

"The wife's tea is not delicious," Wei Wenkui said, but his face seemed very happy. Marrying a wife in Siping Village is a big deal. In the past, the village became so poor that no girl was willing to marry into the village. Most people marry a wife mainly by changing the bride, re-bride, or even by buying it. For example, Wei Wenkui's former wife was bought. After giving birth to two sons, she accidentally ran away.

"When the work in the area is almost done, I have to go to the county to find a job to earn some wife's fortune for my child. If I earn one more point here, I will work less harder on the child," Wei Wenkui said happily.

Hearing Wei Wenkui say this, Canghai began to think about it in his mind. Seeing that the villagers were getting married at home, what kind of fruit trees they made, kiwis and other things, would the economic benefits they brought were a bit too slow? Just relying on farming, when can the villagers live a good life?

If you want to generate profits earlier, then Canghai has to get something that can make money quickly.

"Haiwazi, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Cang Hai in a daze, Cang Shiyuan asked.

"I'm thinking about what to grow in the mountains I rented this year," Cang Hai said.

"What else can you plant in your mountain besides planting trees?" Cang Shiyuan asked.

Wei Wenkui said: "Don't underestimate the land rented by Haiwazi. This year, it can raise hundreds of sheep. I went to see it yesterday. The grass in the ditches there are quite good, much better than the one in our village. Otherwise, people who drink enough ink will have a good mind. They let the whole lambs go for a year. By the Spring Festival this year, they have to spend 50,000 or 60,000 yuan."

"Has grass grown?" Cang Shiyuan was shocked.

Wei Wenkui said: "Isn't it growing grass? Not only grass, but what strange trees were planted by Haiwazi last year? This year, the trunks of the tree have to be hugged together. I used to hear Haiwazi saying that this tree can store water, and the water flows out when the cut-offs. When I went there, I wanted to cut it and try it, but I was afraid that the tree would be broken, so I didn't do it. In fact, it was not only the strange trees, but also the bamboo forests in the ditch were also coming out of Hsinchu. The green and beautiful growth was."
Chapter completed!