It was noon, and the sun hung in the sky like a ball of fire. After several hot days in succession, only the soil under the roots of the wheat fields was still a little moist. If it were normal, this day would undoubtedly be against the people, but

Now, when it is time to harvest wheat, it is undoubtedly a good day. The hotter the day, the faster the wheat will ripen. The most feared thing now is rain. It is uncertain. If it rains, this year's harvest will be bad.

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So at this time, most of the old farmers in the countryside are praying to gods and Buddhas to prevent it from raining. It is best to keep the weather clear for ten days and a half. When the wheat is harvested, it will not be too late for a heavy rain to moisten the ground.

Farmers have always relied on the sky for their livelihood. If there is little rain, pray for more rain. If the strong yang begs for the weak yang, if the yang is weak, beg the strong yang. There is always a way to pray for the seasons.

It's almost time for the wheat harvest. Like almost all old farmers in the north, when the wheat harvest is approaching, all the heads of the family stand in the fields, looking at the grain and the land, and guessing this year's harvest.

Although there was no more food in the house, Uncle Yunpu, who was sitting by the field, had a smile on his face.

Now, looking at the golden wheat field, he felt relieved. Although it would take two days to harvest the wheat, he was already 90% sure about this year's harvest. The wheat ears were plump and the grains were strong.

It has been rare for many years. The ears of wheat are so long and the seeds are so solid.

The golden world in front of Uncle Yunpu was filled with joy and hope for the future. He looked up at the golden field and walked carefully among the fields, full of old silkworms.

He gently stroked the ears of wheat that were not yet dry but had already turned into golden color. Several times, he suspected that his eyes were dizzy and he was dreaming.

However, looking at it, these dense golden wheat ears were like towering gold. They were placed in front of him seriously, looking at the field. Looking at the land and thinking about the harvest, he suddenly felt happy.

I'm going crazy!

"Haha! Is this year's harvest really going to be like this?"

The fatigue of the past. I will start to make a summary here: From the time he planted the seeds until now, Uncle Yunpu has really never had a moment of leisure. It just rained and there was a big flood, and his heart was like a bucket.

He was generally unsettled. His body was as tired as a dead snake, and his belly had never been full.

Not to mention the starvation in the past, after Yingzi was sold, the family still ate porridge. Every time he went to the fields, he could not even lift his legs, and he was as thin as a pile of withered bones. Until now, after many horrors

And hunger, Uncle Yunpu just saw these full ears, why wasn't he happy?

This is something you can count on, and you have to calculate it carefully!

You must eat a few hearty meals at first. The children are really hungry. You should prepare more dishes and give them a few full meals to refresh their spirits. Then, sell a few loads and make a few clothes.

Wear them. The children are dressed so that they don’t look like human beings. Have a lively Mid-Autumn Festival. Pay off all the debts. Keep the rest for the New Year, and prepare for next year’s barren month to welcome the new...

There are also children who are getting engaged, and Dachengzi is always clamoring to get a wife. In the second half of next year, each of them will have a marriage, so that he can raise grandchildren and become a grandfather the year after that...

Everything can be solved, only one Yingzi is missing, which really makes Uncle Yunpu heartbroken. If he had known that this year's harvest would be so good, he would not sell Yingzi even if he was killed! Uncle Yunpu loves Yingzi the most.

.Among his many children, only Yingzi is the best and the most filial to him. Now, Yingzi has been sold by himself!

It was sold to that bearded old man Xia, and he was transported on a small truck. Where was it transported? Uncle Yun Pu has not found out yet...

Yingzi is so pitiful! Poor Yingzi has never been found since then. The older he gets, the more food he has to eat, and the sadder Uncle Yunpu becomes. Doesn’t Yingzi have the blessing of sitting at home and having a full meal?

?If Yingzi could still stand in front of Uncle Yunpu now, he really wanted to hug this poor girl and cry for a while!

I can't find it! I can't find it anymore!

Walking to the edge of the field again, he smoked dry cigarettes and looked at the land. He couldn't find it again. What else could he do? Last year, we couldn't let the whole family starve to death!

Apart from this, Uncle Yunpu was just happy and happy, everything had been resolved. He repeatedly told his son that no one was allowed to mention his little girl again, and that he was not allowed to hurt his heart again!

There was no food at home, and Uncle Yunpu was not worried at all, because he had already figured out a way, and he would be able to eat a few full meals in a few days. Now that he had something tangible to show to others, he was still missing a few grains of rice.

Are you afraid that no one will lend it to you?

The eighth master of the He family is desperately trying to find someone to lend him the millet, but if you don't ask, he can send someone to deliver it to your home for eight or ten loads. The price is not that expensive anymore, as long as one load per load.

Three yuan. Li San's family also lends grain at six yuan per load.

However, Uncle Yunpu is not interested in this. If he wants to borrow grain, he will go directly to that "agricultural company". I heard that it is a company run by the Prime Minister. There is no interest in borrowing grain for a short period of time. Although the first two

There is no interest for borrowing grain, but those two families have a big bucket in and a small bucket out, and they get it back in reverse.

That agricultural company was more reliable, and the buckets they used were official buckets. He had seen that they were the same buckets coming in and out, and - seeds. Only then did Uncle Yunpu remember that the seeds in this field came from

Seeds obtained on credit from agricultural companies.

"Oh, I said that..."

After slapping his thigh, Uncle Yun Pu remembered that this kind of seed was different from the seeds left at home in the past. No wonder, no wonder this acre of land was equal to two or three acres of land. This kind of seed was different. No wonder people said, planting one

Year, if the output is low, they will guarantee the production.

"Rye, what's wrong with Rye? A black face does not mean a black person. A white face does not necessarily mean a white heart!"

Thinking about the cynicism of others when he was planting those ryes, and then looking at his own field, and then looking at other people's fields, Uncle Yunpu muttered something there, and looking at other people's fields, his arrogance suddenly became clear.

Get up, this field... what matters is the harvest!

"Uncle Yunpu, look at your field..."

When passersby passed Uncle Yunpu's field, they looked at his dense bushes and ears of wheat, with envy on their faces. When the agricultural company in the county came to promote this rye, everyone laughed.

What "Wheat is black and heart is black", the result is that Uncle Yunpu is so poor that he even eats the seeds he left behind. He gritted his teeth and settled on this rye seed, which made everyone laugh for years.

But now, look at the wheat situation in this field, there are a few good ones in the whole village. The rye is well grown and the yield is high, plus the manure, leaves, sorghum stalks, etc. are piled into manure piles, this acre is

The land can produce four to five hundred kilograms. Although this year is good, it is a good year, but in comparison, two acres of good fertile land cannot compete with this one acre of poor land. *There are a few people who are jealous of this wheat.

Before it was confiscated, I quietly went to the county to order the rye seeds and ask for advice on composting.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

With a smile on his face, Uncle Yunpu felt so relieved that he even straightened his chest and said.

"Look, you have dug a fertilizer pit at home. This composting is a subject of university study. You have to ask the teachers in the school to point it out according to the diagram. One compost pile covers three acres of land. This compost pile is ready, but it is just a bad field turned into a good field.

ah!"

Finally, he was so proud. Looking at the distinctive purple-black wheat ears, Uncle Yunpu carefully peeled open a piece of wheat. He held it in his hand and looked at the rye. The grains were purple-black and the endosperm was transparent horny.

The appearance, crystal clear in the sunlight, looks very beautiful. Although it is not golden, but in my opinion, this wheat is just money!….

It hasn't rained for several days. The wheat ears are turning yellow day by day, the wheat on the ears is drying day by day, and the smile on Uncle Yunpu's face is getting thicker day by day. He is really busy! Replenishing the sun.

He was busy working on the basket, repairing the field, and sharpening the sickle all day long.

This year's good year is indeed three times better than previous years. Even ordinary people's fields can harvest dozens of kilograms more grain, but his fields are different. He estimates that these sixteen acres of land can at least be harvested.

Harvesting seventy dans of wheat, plus the ten acres of rented land, and harvesting 100 dans would be fine. Even after paying the rent, there would still be 100 dans of wheat left.

This year is really a year for poor people to get good luck!

There was a drought last year. The county said it was because the canal was not well built. The most important thing this year is to repair the canal. After the canal is repaired, I heard that we will need to build some pumps to pump water. By then, no matter what

There is no need to worry about drought.

Building canals and embankments is originally the responsibility of farmers!

The water conservancy committee member of the town council had already come to urge it.

"Cao Yunpu, you have to pay eight and a half dollars for canal repair this year!"

This money is not collected from the town, but this money is also collected based on the amount of land and the small amount of land. The more fields a family has, the more they collect, and there is a famous document issued by the county governor. If there is a family that will repair this

The tenants were fined a hundred times as much of the money as they paid.

"This is what it should be. It's a matter of a few loads of wheat! After the wheat is harvested, I will personally deliver it to the town! Sorry for your trouble, Mr. Committee Member."

"It should, it should!..."

Uncle Yunpu answered with a smile on his face. The canal has been repaired, and there is no need to worry about any drought in the coming year. The water in this river has never been dry since he can remember. In the past, when there was a disaster, it was people carrying water.

It can tire a living person to death. This time, what kind of mechanism is used to divert the canal? Anyway, when the time comes, as long as the mechanism sounds, the water will come over.

This is a good thing, and it’s also a duty! It’s like building rivers in winter, but isn’t it all a duty?

Then Mr. Village Guardian also took on the job of chief of the county’s education section and came to greet Uncle Yunpu:

"Uncle Yunpu, you have paid the education donation of three yuan and forty cents this year! The county has already come for official business."

"Why are there so many? Wang Cunbao!"

"It's collected together every two years! Did you pay last year?"

Last year, the education bill was just implemented, so the education donation was not collected. However, this year, the county council still agreed to collect education donations. After all, education is a century-old plan, and it cannot be all directed to the province and the national treasury.

Appropriations are made, so it is natural to set up donations and charge fees.

"Ah! I will bring it to you slowly. This is the money for the child's education. It cannot be less. It cannot be less. When my grandson grows up, he will also study in that foreign school."

"There are also industrial donations of five yuan and seventy-two cents, and highway donations of two yuan and seventy-seven."

"This! What's the name again? Bao, Bao Master!"

When he heard about these two donations, Uncle Yunpu was completely stunned. Didn't this mean that the donation fee was waived? Why was the donation started again? It was also an industrial donation or a highway donation.

"Hey! You old man is really confused! The country will not be strong without industry, and it will not be rich without industry. This industrial donation is a donation to promote industry. This money is used to buy machinery and build factories. To build factories, we need to

To transport freight out, of course we need to build roads!"

"Ah!...I know, I know! I, I. I'll send it."

Uncle Yunpu is not in a hurry about these new donations. He really doesn't care about these few dollars now. He has gained a huge harvest, and the world will be full of gold in four or five days.

, what else does he have to worry about? When the wheat is harvested, it will only cost five or six hundred yuan. What's the big deal if he receives ten or twenty yuan?
To be continued...