Scholars in the courtyard

On the day of Qingming Festival, Sijiucheng was gloomy, but there was no rain star.

The steel rolling mill had a day off, and since it was Friday again, so close to Saturday, many people in the courtyard went back to the countryside to worship their ancestors and visit their graves.

Jia Zhang stayed in the courtyard and did not return to the village.

I thought Qin Huairu would take Banggian back and take the opportunity to eat something good.

Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu never returned to the village, not even Banggen.

At first, she asked Qin Huairu to lead Banggeng to send some paper money to Jia Dongxu.

But Qin Huairu said that she was too heavy to walk a long way, so she could just burn two pieces of paper outside the hospital.

Mrs. Jia Zhang was upset after hearing this, but she didn't want to go back.

I can only feel wronged by Jia Dongxu. Anyway, I just went down and brought a lot of money, so I won't miss it this time.

But this last chance was gone, and Jia Zhang couldn't bear it anymore.

In the afternoon, Shazhu returned home with two taels of pork, and had another braised pork meal as usual.

When it was delivered to the backyard, the smell of meat spread into the house, making Jia Zhang, who had not seen meat for more than half a month, salivate wildly.

"Huai Ru, Shazhu is making braised pork again!"

"I give meat to an old immortal every day. She is an old man, but I am not. I have no filial piety at all. It's not a thing!"

Jia Zhang couldn't help complaining, lowered her head and walked to Qin Huairu.

This was the first time she mentioned Silly Pillar.

Although he was cursing, his tone of voice softened.

Qin Huairu, who was lighting the fire, just thought less about it, and the pride flashed across her face.

Qin Huairu knew that she won the battle.

But she had no intention of ending it like this.

"Eat it!"

"I earn almost 40 yuan a month. I'm single. If I don't eat something, what do I do with it?"

Qin Huairu opened the lid of the pot, revealing the mushy soup inside.

Jia Zhang stretched her head and took a look, and her face immediately fell.

"Huairu, eat this again!"

Qin Huairu ignored her. Since he had already done it, he couldn't give up halfway.

"Yes, this is all we have left at home."

"That's all, I borrowed it from the first uncle."

Mrs. Jia Zhang lowered her head, "Borrow it? He has so many good things, so I'll just give you some stick noodles."

"Seed-picking, he deserves to be extinct."

Muttering quietly, Qin Huairu ignored her.

Anyway, she was just addicted to talking. After a while, when she met the uncle, she might not know how to curry favor with him.

"Huairu, are you going to visit Shazhu's house?"

"Don't go!"

As soon as Jia Zhang finished speaking, Qin Huairu immediately replied with a decisive voice, "Mom, you are also a widow. Don't you know that there are many right and wrongs in front of widows?"

"What does it mean for a little widow like me to go to an unmarried man's house at night?"

"Don't go!"

Jia Zhang's head dropped even lower after hearing this.

"Banggan, it's time to eat!"

Qin Huairu glanced at Jia Zhang with a smile on her face.

"Old lady, you can't stand it anymore."

I was thinking that I would go to the uncle's house tonight and tell Shazhu the good news and ask him to cook braised pork a few more times.

Yangjiazhuang.

Yang Xiaotao sent Ran Qiuye to school and followed Yang Dazhuang to work in the fields.

It's not that the village lacks his labor force, it's mainly that Yang Xiaotao wants to understand the life of farmers in this era.

In the past half month, Yang Xiaotao has returned to Sijiu City once.

After working for a half day at the steel rolling mill, he returned to Yangjiazhuang with the drawings Liu Huaimin collected.

During the following period, I worked and studied behind Yang Dazhuang and the others.

The main target of tractors is farmers, so you need to understand the demands of farmers, understand the work in the fields, and understand how to use tractors to complete these tasks.

It’s not just simple transportation.

In that case, it might as well be made into a truck.

Qingming is not clear, but it is not raining.

Grain Rain comes after the Qingming Festival. According to the plan, farming has begun on the farm. After a lot of trouble, the land near the river was finally planted.

The first thing to be sown is the hybrid area, followed by the female parent, and then the male parent.

In this way, not only is it effectively isolated geographically, but it is also differentiated in terms of time, which can avoid cross-contamination to the greatest extent.

Even if there are pressurized water wells further away, you can get water to splash on the ground and plant it after Qingming Festival.

Now the hybrid area has been planted according to the plan, and the front of each ridge has been marked.

When harvesting, it will be centrally managed according to requirements.

After the hybrid area has been planted, planting has also begun on the southern and northern slopes.

As long as it is done in these two days, the planting will be completed.

Arriving at the end of the field, Yang Xiaotao greeted Gao Yufeng.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

For more than half a month, a director of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences and an engineer of a steel rolling mill have been crawling in the fields, and they have become old farmers.

The bright peasant appearance in the oil painting is simply an imaginary scene, and the real appearance is what Yang Xiaotao looks like now.

Wearing hole-in-the-wall cloth shoes, rolled up trouser legs with stones inside, the exposed arms are tanned two colors from the ones inside the sleeves.

His hair was covered in dust and turned from black to gray, and his whole body exuded a rustic atmosphere.

In front of Yang Xiaotao is a piece of farmland that has not yet been renovated. Gray dust can still be seen on it, which is in sharp contrast to the brown soil that has just been turned over.

Yang Xiaotao held it in his hand and stood in a row with several strong young men in the village. Then, while joking and joking, he picked up the hoe and started working.

As for the oxen and donkeys in the village, they are now fully armed and pulling plows to plow the land on the other side. Compared to these people, it is much faster.

Taking advantage of the break, Yang Xiaotao also took a look. Yang Shitou was pulling the ox in front, and Yang Dazhuang was holding the plow behind.

The depth of plowing depends entirely on the skill of the people behind. If you press hard, the plow will plow deeply, and the oxen will have difficulty. If the force is small, the plow will penetrate the soil shallowly, and the oxen will pull faster.

You have to control the depth of the fire. This kind of work is not only a physical job, but also a technical job.

At least let Yang Xiaotao do this job, it didn't go so smoothly.

Watching Yang Dazhuang holding the plow and plowing the land quickly, his eyes focused on the wooden plow.

But an iron plow came to mind.

It was the iron plow on the tractor in the previous life.

As early as a few years ago, Yang Xiaotao remembered this thing when he came to work in the fields.

It’s just that there were no tractors at that time, and using oxen to pull it would only be bad, so I didn’t worry about it.

But now that tractors are being designed, this thing has a way out.

Moreover, this kind of iron plow can adjust the position, which is much better than the current manual left and right adjustment.

The most important thing is that this iron plow has a simple structure and can be built with a little design.

Of course, there were many agricultural tools like plows in the previous life. They had different functions and were difficult and easy. But as long as those agricultural tools were designed and paired with tractors, they would be completely efficient.

Yang Xiaotao has been hanging out with a group of farmers in the fields for more than half a month, asking about the tips for farming and sometimes discussing the use of farm tools.

These are the directions that Yang Xiaotao needs to consider when designing agricultural tools next.

These days have been fruitful for Yang Xiaotao. The farm tools in his mind have been formed and are just waiting to be designed.

As you can imagine, when these things are designed, there will be a huge wave of credits.

When enough credits are accumulated, you can upgrade to mechanical proficiency or upgrade the main skill engineer level.

If these experiences and knowledge are supplemented, one's own strength will be further improved.

There may be other benefits as well.

Snapped

Yang Xiaotao clapped his fists together, full of expectations for the next tractor design.

"Xiao Tao, why are you so dazed? You're going home!"

When you are in a daze, time always passes quickly.

It looked like it was still early, but everyone was already packing their things.

Then I remembered that today is the Qingming Festival!

Following Yang Dazhuang and the others home, Yang Xiaotao walked into the yard.

Ran Qiuye came out to help get something, which was actually a hoe. Yang Xiaotao didn't let her use it and put it against the wall.

"Go and wash your face."

"Everything is ready. This time, I won't go!"

Ran Qiuye said, using his hand to beat the dust for Yang Xiaotao.

Yang Xiaotao hummed, washed his face and walked into the room.

Ran Qiuye handed over a small basket, and Yang Xiaotao took a look. There was a stack of yellow paper inside, and another wrapped in yellow paper containing steamed buns.

Finally, there is a wine bottle, but it contains water.

"Go early and come back early!"

Mr. Yang felt a little melancholy. Yang Xiaotao responded and went out to the south cemetery with Yang Dazhuang and others.

When we came to a small mound, otherwise the words "Yang Laogen" on the wood standing in front of us would have been regarded as ordinary mounds of mound.

Yang Xiaotao put a stack of yellow paper on the stone in front and lit it with a match.

Then he opened the wine bottle and poured the wine aside.

Finally, he kowtowed at the grave, stood up, and together with Yang Dazhuang, distributed the remaining yellow paper to other graves.

Others around were also handing out yellow paper.

Although there are wooden plaques erected on these graves, there are no names on them.

Finally, the paper was ignited, and a spark rose and smoke filled the air.

After the fire burned out and there were no sparks, everyone walked to the grave with no name.

Everyone was arranged according to seniority.

"salute!"

When Yang Dazhuang roared, everyone raised their hands to their eyebrows.

Solemn and solemn.

The breeze swept across the earth, and among the grass clippings rolled up, there seemed to be charging figures, one after another, fighting to the death.

They are not soldiers, and those lying inside may not be soldiers either.

But they use this method every year to comfort the heroes who have struggled and to warn the living.

Without sacrifice, where can there be peace?

Heroes need to be remembered.

Yang Xiaotao returned to the village with everyone, came to his home, and had dinner with Mr. Ran Qiuye Yang. He would return to the courtyard tomorrow.

The things here are almost done, and then we just have to wait for the corn to take root and sprout, and when it is pollinated, he will come back.

The next day, Yang Xiaotao took Ran Qiuye to say goodbye to the villagers, and Director Gao also left.

However, he is only leaving temporarily and will be back soon.

Other people from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences are here, continuing to observe and record the growth of corn.

Back in the courtyard, Ran Qiuye went home to tidy up.

The weather is clear and there are many people walking around in the courtyard.

Yang Xiaotao is tidying up the garden in the yard. Apart from leeks, he is planting nothing else. Yang Xiaotao plans to plant some tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers and the like.

Ask Ran Qiuye to plant other vegetables again.

After lunch, Yang Xiaotao went to the cement factory and used Li Zhixing's internal channels to buy a bag of cement. After returning to the courtyard, he built a pond next to the well.

You can use it for laundry and water in the future.

As for the pressure well, Zhou Peng had already prepared it.

It is worth mentioning that Zhou Kui is still wandering around the countryside, and he doesn’t know how much the well-drilling machine has drilled. In short, he learned from Liu Yuhua that when the salary was paid last month, he received it on Zhou Kui’s behalf, which was more than hers. The wages are high.

Now the life of the young couple is getting better and better, and many people in the courtyard have begun to be jealous.

Of course, it’s not without regrets, it’s just the lack of a child.

Regarding this, Liu Yuhua often asked Ran Qiuye how to conceive a child, but Ran Qiuye couldn't tell her.