The mountain-drilling leopard is a mountain-driving dog, which is more sensitive to things like ghosts than ordinary dogs. As soon as it came back from outside, it smelled the special smell of five other golden tigers. It was very disgusted with this smell.

"Woom wool wool..."

The hair of the mountain leopard stood up and kept barking at the Jinhu and others.

"What's wrong with the leopard today? Why do you keep screaming?" Zhang Youping said in surprise.

Liu Qiaoye frowned, and his heart that had been relieved was suspended again.

"Your dog is good, but your ears are so good. You keep yelling at a little bit of noise." Every time Zhang Manyin comes to his second son's house, he will be barked by a mountain leopard. His impression of the mountain leopard is not good.

Zhang Yaohua patted the head of the Zunshan Leopard, "Leopard, don't scream."

Zhang Jiaohua comforted the mountain leopard, and the mountain leopard finally calmed down. However, it still stared at the five ghosts hiding in Zhang Jiaohua's room from time to time.

Jinhu and several Jinshan leopards were frightened by the mountain leopards. When the children heard the barking of dogs, they trembled. Which rural children have not experienced being chased by dogs? They looked at the mountain leopards in panic. But they wanted to get closer to Zhang Yaohua. For them, almost all their thoughts were on Zhang Yaohua.

Zhang Qiaohua's door was windless. Although the door was not shaking a lot, how could it escape Liu Qiaoye's eyes? Liu Qiaoye did not say anything and was about to wait for dinner to ask Zhang Qiaohua privately. Fortunately, Zhang Manyin and others focused on this year's harvest.

"Your Kanzi field has a good harvest today. It is no problem to harvest seven or eight tumblers of millet. It is 131 tumblers, which is more than one thousand pounds. The yield per mu is over a thousand pounds. What kind of variety do you have?" Zhang Manyin's mind is full of the golden rice ears in the rice fields, and the harvest is awesome.

"This year, all the late rice is planted with Weiyou 88, a new variety that has been released this year. Dad, don't always be greedy for cheapness. Go to the village seeds to buy cheap varieties. Although the seeds are much cheaper, the yield is so much worse. Just count, aren't you losing more? You're just a few cents cheaper, and you'll lose dozens of dollars if you lose a few hundred kilograms."

What Zhang Youping said was a common problem among the elderly in the village. Every time they bought rice seeds, they were reluctant to go to seed companies to buy seeds from regular channels. Instead, they went to some seed farmers' homes to buy cheap seeds. There was a problem of not being able to stand up here. But the main thing was that they could not resist the temptation. In fact, it was not much cheaper. The germination rate of these irregular seeds was relatively low, so the seeds needed per mu naturally had more. In the end, the cost was higher than that of the seed companies. And where is the yield comparable to the new varieties issued by the seed companies?

"That's the reason." Zhang Manyin regretted it so much now. The yield of the acres of land he planted was probably 20% or 30% lower than that of his second son's family. This is really a big loss for greed for small gains.

"Youping, go buy seeds in the future, and call your father." Ma Donghua glanced at the man complained.

"I'm so angry. After the Chinese New Year, I went to Guangdong. I also bought some seeds. I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I'm so angry that I

Zhang Yaohua is not willing to be outdone, "I can plant it. I don't pack my fields for others. I want to plant them myself."

"You farm? Who will do it for you to plant the fields and apply medicine? Don't tell me to do it for you. Your grandmother and I are both old bones. Planting so much land will cost me my life. Besides, if you do it for you, will your uncle and aunt be willing to do it? Then grandparents will also plant their land." Zhang Manyin was in a bad mood, but after hearing Zhang Yaohua's words, he became angry.

"You just say something, how are you yelling? If you don't plant it, don't plant it. Can't speak well? Beggar, don't pay attention to your grandfather. He is just a fool." Ma Donghuasheng was afraid that his son and daughter-in-law would be accustomed to him. Originally, this old man usually favored his eldest grandson Yuanbao, which made the second daughter-in-law complain. Now that he has this happen again, I am afraid that the resentment in his heart will become stronger.

Zhang Youping was rough and had no idea about his parents, "Yes, my grandfather said this, right. Farming is not so easy. Can you carry a load of more than 100 kilograms? After the Chinese New Year, you should go and live with your grandparents. You don't want to do anything. Study hard and learn more is the right thing."

"No, I live alone at home. I have my own hands and feet, and I can take care of myself." Zhang Yaohua said with a pout. He picked up a bunch of vegetables into his bowl and ran to the room with the bowl.

"It depends on how you spoil your child." Zhang Manyin was a little dissatisfied with the attitude of his grandson.

Ma Donghua kicked Zhang Manyin under the table, "Beggar has a strong personality. Don't be anxious about these things, just tell him slowly. In fact, Beggar is still very sensible."

Liu Qiaoye knew that other children were different. Especially in the past few months, the changes have been too great. Sometimes, Liu Qiaoye was a little confused. Is this still his own baby? Liu Qiaoye knew even more that it was not easy to make baby change his mind. But after the Chinese New Year, the couple was going to Guangdong. What if they could not change their minds by that time? And now there are even bigger problems. Liu Qiaoye glanced at Zhang Yinghua's room and the door was closed.

As soon as Zhang Yaohua entered the room, Jinhu and others surrounded Zhang Yaohua.

"I won't live in anyone's house. I just live in my own house. I can support myself. No one has to rely on me!" After Zhang Yaohua said, he ate the rice in big mouthfuls, as if the meal had suddenly become his enemy.

After breakfast, I took a short rest and the family was going to work in the fields again.

"Zizi, are you working in the fields with us? Or drying millet at home?" Liu Qiao Ye Wen.

"I'm not staying at home. I'll let the leopard stay at home and watch the chickens stop quarreling." Zhang Jiaohua changed into a pair of shorts, wore a vest, and was ready to work in the fields.

Liu Qiaoye looked at it and was amused and laughed, "You just wear this? This is not possible. You have to wear long-sleeved clothes. Otherwise, your body will be cut by Heyezi and covered with bruises."

The leaves of rice have jagged edges, and are cut by the leaves, just like being cut by a sickle. Although they are not very sharp, they are enough to cut through the delicate skin of the beggar.

Liu Qiaoye hurriedly found an old coat for Zhang Qiaohua to change into.

Zhang Manyin was pushed by his grandson for a while, and he complained that his second son and daughter-in-law were too arrogant and had a gloomy face. He didn't say a word, and walked into the field with a sickle.

"Don't pay attention to your grandfather. He has such a temper." Ma Donghua stroked the head of her grandson.

Zhang Yaohua went to work in the fields, and Jinhu and others followed him.

Zhang Youping and Zhang Manyin carried the threshing machine. The threshing machine was assigned from the production team. It was made of miscellaneous wood, which was very thick and naturally very heavy. Two big men had to lift it. In order to reduce the weight, the cover on the threshing machine was taken off, and Liu Qiaoye carried it with a load of dustpan. Ma Donghua carried two loads of grain baskets. Zhang Yaohua followed behind empty hands. He was holding a sickle in his hand.

Jin Hu and others followed Zhang Yaohua, and they were holding a sickle in their hands. But why was their sickle so dazzling? Zhang Yaohua looked back from time to time. It looked very strange to others. Zhang Yaohua couldn't help but look back at someone, but there was no one behind him.

In late autumn, even on clear days, the sun will not be very poisonous. Instead, you can feel the warmth of autumn. A few white clouds are floating vaguely. Eagles spread their wings in the sky, and white egrets are lined up in the sky.

The roar of threshers is everywhere in the fields, and the villagers are struggling to step on the threshers. Stepping on the threshers is not an easy task. The long leaves of rice ears that are placed in the entrance of the threshers will tightly wrap around the wire teeth on the threshers' rolling plate, knowing that they are being smashed into pieces by the wire teeth. The millet splashes everywhere under the blow of the rolling plate, and most of them are blocked by the baffle and fall into the barn of the threshers.

Zhang Yaohua's task was to hand over the rice with one hand to Zhang Youping and Zhang Manyin standing on the threshing machine. Because when he was having dinner, Zhang Yaohua fought with his grandfather, so he naturally would not hand the rice with his grandfather. Zhang Manyin was also amused and crying. However, Zhang Yaohua could indeed beat an adult in the field because he ran faster than Liu Qiaoye and Ma Jinxiu.

The kids like to experience the feeling of stepping on the threshing machine when adults are resting. Generally speaking, adults are happy to let the kids experience this kind of hardship. However, when Zhang Yaohua stepped on the threshing machine, something strange happened again.

Zhang Qiaohua took the rice and stood on the threshing machine, and stepped on the threshing machine with great difficulty. But suddenly, he seemed to have grown strength and easily roared the threshing machine. The rice and threshing machine were also crackling in the threshing machine. After a while, Zhang Qiaohua threw the straw that was clean with one hand aside.

Zhang Youping and Zhang Manyin, who were already smoking, were shocked. How could a child of a few years old be able to thresh the threshing machine so loudly?

"Beggar, beggar, what's wrong?" Zhang Manyin's voice trembled a little.

Zhang Youping stood up in a daze.

Liu Qiaoye's heart skipped a beat. What was going to happen would always happen.

Ma Donghua was a little scared, and this grandson was not worry-free.

Zhang Yaohua had a lot of fun. The five Jinhu all squeezed on the threshing machine and worked together to stomp the threshing machine. The rollers of the threshing machine were rotated like hot wheels. The rice was like an assembly line, constantly entering the threshing machine, and the straw flew into the field.

In a blink of an eye, the barn was almost filled with rice.

Zhang Manyin and Zhang Youping were too lazy to care about so much. They took out the rice first and put it into the basket of grain.
Chapter completed!