When Tang Que put on his clothes and came to the main hall where the kitchen was shared, Tang Zhang had already started to burn the fire. "Where is Dad?" Tang Que asked, holding the Buniu on the clothes.

Tang Zhang, who was lowering his head to burn the fire, didn't say anything, and turned his head out of the door.

Tang Que left the door and saw his father standing seriously in the middle of the yard, holding his hands up and wondering what he was doing. After getting closer, he found that there was a thin strand of hair on his fingers.

Tang Que was very curious, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Today is the vernal equinox. I will occupy the wind and look at the clouds." When he saw Tang Que's face, he showed confusion and deliberately slowed down his speech. "Chen, remember, on the vernal equinox, the wind comes from Kun's direction, and the year will be colder. Generally, the beans will be harvested in such a year. If the wind comes from the Dui direction, the crops will be more sick, the Li direction will be more drought, the earthquake direction will cause more frost and damage to the substances, and the dry direction will also cause more frost and harm to the substances. Then the price of grain will be expensive. As for the Kan direction, it will be guaranteed to have late spring cold."

Tang Que knew that this was teaching him agricultural knowledge. Although he couldn't figure out where the gossip was, he also wrote down these words carefully. As the father and son spoke, the sky became brighter and a blue cloud rose in the sky. "It was indeed still green clouds, just like the day of the beginning of spring. It seems that we are not wrong to plant beans and wheat this year."

"Qingyun Yimai is right? This is a good thing, you should be happy."

"It is true that Qingyun Yimai is the wheat price in this age situation. Although there is more grain, it will not be able to lose a few. Alas..."

When Tang Que heard this, the first thing he thought of was the text "Crossing Three or Five Dolls" he learned in middle school that day. The price of wheat harvest is naturally low, but the poor and small households have to pay taxes and pay grains for a lot of money, so they cannot keep the wheat prices when the wheat price is high, so they become what his father is now. Although the disaster is frowning, the prosperous age may not be able to be happy.

Tang Que naturally did not want to sell the grain that he had worked hard to grow at a low price, and then waited for it to be expensive and then spent money to buy grain, sell it at a low price, or buy it at a high price. This was a vicious bottomless pit. But if you want to change this situation, you must have active money at hand to support the life of the entire family when the wheat price is low. After a long circle, you will go back to the biggest problem that Tang Quexian faces, that is, lack of money.

Tang Que could not speak deeply about this issue before he thought of it. He suppressed the anxiety in his heart and said with a smile: "A good harvest is better than a disaster year. Let's have to eat first, and you have to go uphill after dinner."

The morning meal was simple. Tang Que did not eat steamed buns anymore, but instead ate the batter of the two elders. In later generations, elm seeds were a rare thing, and it would cost a lot of money to eat in the city. But at this time, it was almost a must-have food for poor families in spring. Although this item was fresh and tender, the taste would not be good if there was no oil or salt. In order to avoid the two elders' worries, Tang Que could only swallow two bowls as if nothing had happened. This also stimulated his desire to make money.

During the vernal equinox, the wheat seedlings just grew inch and were just about to hoe it. It was not easy to weed a dozen acres of slopes, so Tang Que and his family of three even brought farm tools to the slope together.

Because Tang Cheng's body was used to prepare, Tang Que started to do these most basic farm work quickly. Even if there were unfamiliar places, Tang Zhang only thought that he had suffered from illness for too long, and instead advised him to take a break.

I was so tired. Tang Que was really tired. He had suffered this when he grew up in a high-tech family in the city. After he had just hoed two lines, he felt a stiff waist and ache.

Tang Que raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the two elders who were also bent over were far ahead of him. Under the rising sun, the old couple bent their waists almost like bows, especially the morning breeze swayed Tang Zhang's gray hair. It seemed particularly eye-catching. She was only thirty-nine years old this year, but she was as old as fifty or sixty. The scene in front of her really stimulated Tang Que, and she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. In short, she felt a breath rushing upwards in her stomach.

Tang Que vomited out the rushing air fiercely and tightened the hoe handle in his hand, then bent down and dug it hard, seeing his vicious expression as if he had a grudge on the slope.

After Tang Que bent down this time, until Tang Zhang called him, he never raised his head in the middle, and he kept trying toward the slope. The waist was sore and then it hurt, and then the feeling became a little numb. After a while, the whole cycle of reincarnation reappeared again, and his hands, which had not been working for more than half a year, could not withstand such vigorous tossing. First, it broke the skin, and then it kept oozing out blood.

At this time, the tenacity in Tang Que's bones was completely exerted. He was now competing with the weeds in the field, and he was also competing with himself. He let the pain on his waist and hands feel burning, and his hoe fell down at all, and slowly he caught up with the falling progress bit by bit.

Hearing Tang Zhang's call for a break, Tang Que relaxed the hoe handle in his hand. When he was about to raise his waist, he felt like a big millstone fell on his waist. He pulled it and hurt as soon as he moved. Because he had hurt his waist just now, he couldn't stand straight for a while.

Seeing that Tang Zhang, who had just sat down, was about to walk toward him with a worried look on his face, Tang Que gritted his teeth and smiled, leaned over and stood with a hoe handle in his hands, "Mom, I'm fine, you can rest well."

After resting, he continued to do it. Not to mention his waist, the blood oozing from Tang Que's hands never stopped. He learned the common method used by farmers to grab a handful of fine soil from the ground and spread it on. When he did such a job, time passed very slowly, and he dragged it every minute and second and refused to leave. Tang Que later relied on the tenacity in his temperament. When he finally got to the middle of the day, he had already put lead on his legs and his face was pale.

"Sure, why are you doing something cruel to yourself? What if you ruin your body?" Seeing her son's appearance, Tang Zhang burst into tears of distress. When she was working in the morning, she was stopped by the head of the family. Now she felt sorry for the man.

"You take a break and go home to prepare meals." Lao Tang, who has always been silly, turned a blind eye to his wife's complaints. "Sheng, Dad knows that you have a hard time in the morning, but we are the hard people. How can we survive if the hard people cannot endure the hardship? It's okay if you are cruel today. First, boil your body thoroughly and make it more solid, and then you can adapt faster. The discomfort is only in these few days, and it's better to get used to it later. Although this method is poisonous, it's better than cutting flesh with a blunt knife and slowly adding force."

"Mom, I'm fine, my father is right." Seeing that Tang Que's face was not good, he still looked smiling, Tang Zhang felt relieved. Then the couple went home to prepare for cooking, and the other was going to the river to check the paddy fields, so they followed each other down the ridge of the field.

After Tang Que watched their backs disappear, he bent down to the weed on the side of the slope. When he lay down his whole body on the ground, he clearly heard a crisp sound like fried beans on the lumbar spine behind him.

"Yo...Yo..." He sucked his air in his mouth and suddenly lay on the ground. Tang Que felt that his body was not his own. All the strength in his body was drained. It seemed that he couldn't even lift his little fingertips, and a thin white hair sweat appeared on his forehead.

When Tang Zhang came to deliver the meal, Tang Que was very hungry, but he had no appetite at all. He barely drank two bowls of paste soup, but he didn't eat a bite of steamed buns.

He took the initiative in the afternoon, and he was working hard with the slope in the morning, but in the afternoon it turned into a slope to hit him. Tang Que himself didn't know how the sun set.
Chapter completed!