My 1995 Small Farm

 It turns out that Chen Ling’s mother and Liang Hongyu did not have the same surname. No wonder Chen Ling had never thought about it.

And according to Liang Hongyu, the two sisters don’t look alike.

Liang Hongyu herself has big eyes, double eyelids, and naturally curly eyes, and looks more like her father.

 Chen Ling's mother has single eyelids. She did not inherit the natural curls from Chen Ling's grandfather, and her face is also more delicate.

  Naturally, it is even more unrecognizable.

Furthermore, although Chen Ling's mother had a conflict with Chen Ling's grandparents and lost contact, Chen Ling's father knew something and knew that Chen Ling's grandfather's family was an ordinary working-class family.

 It is simply not compatible with a family like Liang Hongyu’s.

 “Bang bang bang—”

While Liang Hongyu and Liang Hongyu were getting emotional in the room, there was a sound of banging on the door outside.

The two of them didn’t pay attention at first, but after hearing a few more noises, they confirmed that someone was tapping on their door.

I thought it was so late, who would come to the house?

 When I went out, I saw Qin Qiumei standing outside.

Seeing the second elder come out, he looked over worriedly: "Fourth uncle, aunt, what's going on? What's going on? You're still making such a big noise in the middle of the night?"

 Qin Qiumei is from Qinwan, and Qin Rongxian’s hometown is also in Qinwan. In terms of seniority, he is called Fourth Uncle.

"Oh, Xiaomei, it's you. I have nothing to do with your fourth uncle. I just called Bei'an during the day, which was a bit troublesome. I was a bit angry when I talked about it."

Liang Hongyu smiled, but her eyes were still red.

Qin Rongxian followed up and said: "When there are too many people in a large family, all kinds of trivial things will inevitably happen. We have all returned to our hometown to live there, and we have not escaped from the purity."

 Qin Qiumei glanced at her suspiciously and smiled: "That's it, it's fine. I'll just tell you. You and your aunt don't usually quarrel. Why did you quarrel so much today? I thought I heard it wrong at first."

Liang Hongyu suddenly felt nervous: "Ah? Can you hear the noise at home on the street?"

She also knew that in the dead of night, sounds that could not be heard during the day would travel far at night.

 Furthermore, she was excited and spoke quite loudly.

 She was afraid that outsiders would hear what happened today.

“What you can hear is a quarrel, but you can’t hear what the quarrel is about. But you can hear the quarrel very loudly on the street, but you can’t hear it clearly when you get to my house.” Qin Qiumei said.

“Oh, I didn’t pay attention when I spoke too loudly just now. It’s fine as long as it didn’t disturb others too much.”

Liang Hongyu sighed.

He looked at Qin Qiumei again: "Oh, Guang is standing outside. It's cold at night. Xiaomei, please come home and sit down."

“Auntie, I just gave Shuangshuang an injection. She has a fever in the middle of the night. I have to go back and take medicine with her.”

Qin Qiumei shook her head and smiled.

Little girl Shuangshuang is the daughter of her sister Qin Dongmei. When Wang Chunyuan and Qin Dongmei were divorcing, no one cared about this daughter.

Later on, the couple got together again for some unknown reason. After moving to the county town, they even planned to steal the coffin copy of Chen Erzhu and his father.

  Anyway, outsiders can’t tell exactly how people live their lives.

It’s just that Shuangshuang no longer wants to live with her parents. She has been living with her aunt Qin Qiumei for more than half a year.

“Oh, I have a fever. Then go and see Susu tomorrow. Susu is good at treating children.”

Liang Hongyu said quickly.

"Yes, I was just saying that I would go tomorrow, but these days Zhenzhen kept giving her spicy strips, which caused her tonsils to become inflamed and her throat to get lumpy. It was so uncomfortable. She had a fever that made her whole body weak and her throat... It still hurts.”

 Qin Qiumei said helplessly.

“Oh, that’s really a shame. I’ve sent some to my family these past two days. Your uncle and I just eat it as pickles, so it seems we need to eat less.”

"You don't have to eat less. The spicy strips made by Fugui are very heavy. The chili pepper and salt are used very hard. If you eat too much, you will get angry quickly. Uncle, aunt, you are getting old. , it’s delicious but you have to eat less.”

"That's what it is... Xiaomei, you should go back and rest early. It's almost midnight."

"Okay, uncle, aunt, you should rest early. You are all back, so don't be angry about things over there."

"I know, don't worry about us. Fugui also came here before dinner, thinking something happened."

　　　…”

 When Qin Qiumei left, the two of them didn't feel sleepy.

If you talk about what happened just now, you will inevitably become angry and emotional. It is not good for neighbors to hear you in the middle of the night.

 But he couldn't sleep, so he continued to talk about Qin Qiumei.

"Xiaomei is a good child, but she is already over thirty and has not yet given birth to a child. Her man has not told her to come back. She has been away all year round, which is very sad."

"Yes, I heard that Xiaomei's health is not good and she won't be able to have children, but isn't it because Susu has been helping her recover slowly? It's time for her man to be more anxious. This woman, in just a few years, Yes, after my age I can’t have a baby even if I want to.”

"Hey, Hongyu, do you think Xiaomei wants to adopt her sister's child..."

"Do you still need to tell me? Susu said that Xiaomei had this idea before, but she wanted to adopt the happy child from Chen Wangzhuang. That girl was also a good child. Her adoptive father and mother were not good to her, but her grandfather was good to her. At such an old age, it seems appropriate to say that.

Who would have known that later, for some reason, Chen Baoshuan changed his mind and became kind to the child again.

Xiaomei can no longer adopt Xizi. "

"Then, it's a good thing that Xiaomei adopted Shuangshuang. Maybe she will get pregnant easily later. I heard that Fugui's grandma was like this. She couldn't get pregnant, so she adopted Fugui's aunt, and later she became pregnant. He has his father."

“Yes, that’s what happened in my family at the beginning. The Liang family couldn’t have children, so we went to be the daughters of others, and then we gave birth to a Yue Min, his uncle…”

“Okay, okay, let’s not mention this. I shouldn’t say this…”

 Qin Rong sighed first. He is getting old and confused now that he is old. He only thinks about his nephew's family, and forgets that his wife's family is also like this.

 After all, as I get older, I can forget about my family’s situation.

“Tomorrow we will also go to the village and let Fugui squeeze us some goat milk. The goats he raises produce a lot of milk. From now on, we can drink some goat milk at night, soak our feet, and sleep soundly.”

 “Well, go to sleep.”

 …

 At the same time, there was a big city thousands of miles away.

 A well-layed study room had the lights on, and a middle-aged woman stood in front of the bookshelf, holding a book and looking at it quietly, her face condensed.

 It was already past midnight.

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There was a knock on the door of the study, and a young woman in pajamas opened the door, "Aunt Feng, it's so late, are you still reading?"

 “Oh, I can’t sleep, so I’m looking through your dad’s old poetry manuscripts.”

 The middle-aged woman raised her head. She had a fair and delicate face. She wore black-rimmed glasses and had her hair combed into a bun. She looked very elegant.

"It's so late. You want to read Dad's poem manuscript, and you can read it tomorrow too... Just now Xiaomiao got up to go to the bathroom and found that you were not in the room. She was clamoring for grandma to accompany her, otherwise she would not sleep."

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman's tense face relaxed and she revealed a smile: "She knows how to torment people. Okay, I won't watch. Let's go to coax my good granddaughter to sleep."

“Well, Aunt Feng, please go downstairs first and I’ll turn off the lights.”

 The two of them walked out of the study one after another. Before the middle-aged woman went out, her eyes flashed across a photo frame above the bookshelf.

 That's a wedding photo.

 The man is obviously older than the woman. His hair and thick beard are both gray and gray, but he is very elegant. He is a handsome uncle with a strong bookish air.

The woman is also very beautiful. Although she is not as fair as she is now, her face is very delicate and has a cool feeling. She is in her thirties, and her two braids hang down on her chest, which makes her look even younger.

If Chen Ling were to see this wedding photo.

 I'm afraid the mood will be very complicated.

 Because the woman in the wedding photo is his mother, Zhang Yufeng.

 …

　　It is said that this year is a mild winter, but after all, it is the season, and the morning is still very cool.

 The green wheat seedlings were covered with a layer of white frost. At this time, the red sun had just risen, and people were already busy on the slope.

 It is Chen Dazhi’s family of three who are planting fruit trees.

 Late autumn is also a season for planting trees.

Due to the booming business of canneries this year, there is a market for wild fruits in the mountains.

However, no matter how many fruit trees there are in the mountains, they are still wild and not specially planted by people. They cannot support so many people picking them every day.

So Chen Dazhi thought of planting fruit trees on the cotton-growing slopes of his home.

 He has grown strawberries and watermelons before.

 At that time, it was not easy to make money from farming.

 But the cotton was sold for a lot of money.

This year I have other ways to make money, and I immediately feel that growing cotton is more difficult.

 Cotton has different pests and diseases at each growth stage, and it is inseparable from pesticides.

  In comparison, fruit trees are much better, although fruit trees also need people to take care of them.

"Oh, Fugui, what's wrong with you? Are you swearing so early in the morning? Did the little devil trick you?"

 Chen Dazhi watched Chen Ling walking over with a group of dogs, lowering his head and cursing at his mother as he walked. He immediately stopped what he was doing and asked strangely.

"No, it's my horse. It's careless and wild... He sneaked out last night. I don't know whether he went to the mountains or wandered around somewhere. He just came back and was caught by me. Upright."

“Hahaha, your little green horse is just like a dog. It likes to run around and bully little kids.” Chen Dazhi felt a little funny when he thought about how the little green horse looked like in normal times.

 “I don’t know how a little mare can be so naughty?”

 Chen Ling said distressedly that apart from dogs and cows, the things he raised were not worry-free.

Two bald men are very stupid and pick up everything at home.

Not to mention the little green horse, he is so naughty, and now he has a habit of sneaking out to play at night.

The pen cannot stop it, it will open the door.

“Haha, I blame you for feeding them too well. When raising animals, just let them work more and train them once they work, and they will be fine.”

 Chen Dazhi smiled.

His wife Wang Xiuying also smiled and said: "Animals also have different temperaments. The calf like yours is the best...but the dogs you raise are all very good. I think Li Xian and Ju Shengjia Your little puppy is doing great too."

After speaking, he waved to Erhei who ran not far away and sniffed a bunch of saplings: "You think so, Erhei?"

Erhei turned around, glanced at Xiuying's sister-in-law, without saying a word, and hurriedly led the dogs to the slope. He straightened his chest, stretched his neck, faced the morning sun, stood on the **** and looked around. .

Chen Dazhi's son was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was very curious when he saw this scene: "Uncle Fugui, what is Erhei doing?"

 Chen Ling curled her lips and said, "Don't pay attention to it. This dog has a lot of things to do, and one person is good at taking care of them."

Chen Dazhi said with a smile: "The dog branch secretary, this is patrolling the territory."

Xiuying’s sister-in-law and her son both laughed.

 Chen Ling glanced at it and suddenly ran downhill to the dogs, looking at the bundle of saplings: "Are these fruit tree saplings bought from the south of the city?"

Chen Dazhi waved his hand: "What? I don't want to plant as much as your orchard. I only have such a small plot of land, so why spend money to buy it? I just dug it from the mountains along the way when I was picking fruits."

“Oh, the diggers in the mountains are not bad. In two days I will tidy up the mountains behind and plant fruit trees.”

Chen Ling said.

“Huh? Planting in the back mountain? It seems that you really don’t plan to build a greenhouse this year?”

 Chen Dazhi raised his eyebrows.

 Chen Ling smiled slightly: "Hey, it depends on the situation. It's easy to plant trees. If you're after dinner, you can plant two trees when you have free time, and it won't delay the business."

"That's true. I used to be like this when I was digging trees. I wasn't in a hurry or panic. Every day when I had nothing to do, I took Shui Wazi and my two brothers to dig a few shovels and dig two trees. It took half a month, hahaha. , planting trees couldn’t be much simpler than this.”

“Yes, you guys should be busy, I’ll go to the waiter’s and Teacher Wu’s house.”

Chen Ling echoed and walked up the **** towards Chen Xiaoer and Wu Fei's house.

They also want to install a TV and need to build two telephone poles.

It happened that Zhao Dahai had left a few sticks behind the farm, but Chen Ling didn't want them to be in the way, so he moved them to the wheat field.

At the time of harvesting in the wheat field, I didn’t mind taking up space, so I moved them to Wang Lixian’s greenhouse and piled them up.

 Because this is what Zhao Dahai left for Chen Ling.

If they want to use it, of course they have to ask.

It's just that Chen Ling went drinking yesterday and was not at home, so he told his family and told him when Chen Ling came back.

And Chen Ling also has acquaintances in the county.

It is also convenient to find someone to set up the wires.

 As for the electrician in the village?

  Basically, it is passed down from father to son... It is also a weasel laying rats, and every litter is worse than the last.

  Collect electricity bills more actively than anyone else.

 They know nothing about technical issues and can’t rely on them at all. They don’t even want to go to the county to find someone.

"If I want to build a greenhouse, where should I build it? Why don't I join in the fun with Brother Xian and occupy a few acres of his land? Or should I join Brother Sheng's place?"

While walking, Chen Ling was still thinking about something.

“Jusheng Ge’s melon field is in Laohewan. There are a bunch of greenhouses there, which doesn’t look good either. It’s better to join in the fun with Brother Xian.”

 Having made up her mind for the time being, she happened to walk to Chen Xiaoer’s house.

I had breakfast at Chen Xiaoer’s house and ate two sticky bean buns from Wu Fei’s house.

 Chen Ling then slowly walked home.

 There was a big fair in the village today, and he was going to go shopping at the mule and horse market.

 Let's see if there are any little buffalo calves to find a companion for the little white calf.

He has not forgotten how happy the little white cow was when he took a group of buffaloes from other villages to play in the river this year.

 Although the little white cow has a good temper and has many friends, Xiao Jin and the foxes in the mountains all play with it.

Even the little leopard is close to the new little muntjac.

 But in the end it’s better to feel like the same kind of people are together.

Even those naive scalpers are the same.

 So it’s better to find a little friend to keep the little white cow company.

 If it were a little green horse...

 Chen Ling is too lazy to take care of this bitch, and is looking for a companion for him. It would be good if he doesn't whip him twice every day.

 Go home, pack your things, and push the motorcycle out. Today, I want to teach the little green horse a lesson. I purposely don’t take it out, hold it in, and give it a long memory.

“Rui Rui, eat quickly. After eating, dad will take you to the market.”

The brat had a lot of fun at Wang Xuecheng's house yesterday. He went to bed very late. Today he woke up without energy and ate slower than usual.

 “Aren’t you going to let him sleep at home for a while?” Gao Xiulan asked.

“No, just come back and take a nap at noon. Taking a nap is better than catching up on sleep in the morning. If you don’t believe me, mother, ask Susu...” Chen Ling raised her chin at her daughter-in-law.

“Well, let him come back and take a nap.” Wang Susu said as she fed her listless son with a spoon.

 The brat ate his breakfast for half an hour and finally finished it.

 As a result, just as Chen Ling took him out, Ermao Donkey and Wang Wenchao and his son ran over in a hurry.

“Fugui, Fugui, my cow is dying. Go and take a look at it.” (End of Chapter)