Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

Wen Xu got up in the morning, stretched lightly, and before she left the bedroom, she heard Zhuo Yiqing on the bed open her eyes and say, "Where's my little bird?"

Turning around, Wen Xu looked at his girlfriend and said, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Zhuo Yiqing looked at Wen Xu and said, "I went to bed at nine o'clock last night, how could I sleep?" After speaking, she opened her mouth and yawned, sat up from the bed, stretched her waist and then got down. Get out of bed.

Wen Xu hurriedly took two steps, left the bedroom and took out the little owl that was put in the space last night, and placed it in the place where Zhuo Yiqing put it last night.

Zhuo Yiqing walked out of the bedroom, came straight to the bird's nest, hugged the bird's nest into her hands and said to Wen Xu: "Where's the meat?"

Ever since she hugged the little bird's nest yesterday, Zhuo Yiqing seemed to be fascinated by the little owl. When she opened her eyes, she almost didn't let go for a moment, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the great cause of feeding the little night owl.

Wen Xu sighed softly, walked towards the pot house, took some fresh meat from the space, cut out a few thin shreds of meat, wrapped it in paper, and was about to walk back to the main room. Looking up, I saw that Zhuo Yiqing's family had come over with the bird's nest in their arms.

"Wen Xu, my little bird is a bit cold!" Zhuo Yiqing said to Wen Xu while feeding the little owl.

"It's a bird with feathers on its body. Why is it so cold? Besides, it's already the beginning of June, and I can go swimming in the river soon." Wen Xu said to her, and then whispered: "It's not easy to raise a bird." You're all delusional!"

"I think it's cold, you're even shivering!" Zhuo Yiqing stretched out her fingers and stroked the little owl's body twice, still speaking plausibly.

Wen Xu had no choice but to turn around and pull a towel from the small shelf in the pot house. It was an old hand towel or something that was originally placed in the pot house to be used as a rag. Zhuo Yiqing's hands: "Here!"

"Why isn't there that kind of soft space velvet? Cotton is fine too. This torn towel doesn't look warm at all." Zhuo Yiqing pinched the towel with her fingers, shook it in front of Wen Nu's eyes, and was very dissatisfied Said.

A few black lines immediately hung on Wen Xu's forehead: "I don't have this at home, you can ask those hairy children about cotton when you plant rice later, if there is no one, let them help you get some reeds, That stuff is warmer to the bird than cotton."

"Go away!" Zhuo Yiqing didn't wait for Wen Xu to finish speaking, she immediately scolded, stretched out her hand and couldn't stop pushing the big dog's head of a scum in front of her eyes.

As soon as he lowered his head, Wen Xu saw when the scum came to the pot house quietly, moved to Zhuo Yiqing's side, stretched out its big head, and stared eagerly at the little owl in the bird's nest, while staring at its mouth It even turned into an o-shape, revealing two big canine teeth shining with cold light! Such a big dog's head combined with the scum's appearance scared the little owl in the bird's nest, and it went straight to the side of Zhuo Yiqing's arms to hide.

The scum was screaming, even if the dog's head was pushed away by Zhuo Yiqing, the body still didn't move at all, let alone the body, the eyes on the head were still running towards the little owl Chiguoguo's hood in the bird's nest come over.

"Wen Xu, let the scum go away!" No matter how powerful Zhuo Yiqing is, she is still a girl who can't consume as much strength as a scum like a big dog weighing dozens of pounds, and she is also a big dog with a shameless face.

Wen Xu didn't say anything, and walked directly to the side of the scum,

Clamp the scum's dog's head to his crotch, and the guy will be honest, then reached out and knocked on its head, and moved towards the door of the pot house step by step.

Early in the morning, Wen Xu suddenly became a little childlike, and just like that, the scum was caught by the master Wen Xu to the gate of the yard.

Before Wen Xu pulled the latch, he heard the voice of Mr. Chi from the door: "Wen Xu!"

Wen Xu took two quick steps and pulled the latch: "Here we come!"

"I saw that your door didn't open, so I thought you were too busy to get up late last night." Seeing Wen Xu standing at the door, Old Master Chi smiled and made a small joke on Wen Xu.

Back in the village, the old man's mental state is obviously better, and he looks more energetic than in the city.

"No, didn't Da Lei give an owl yesterday, and Yiqing has to feed it in the morning!" Wen Xu said while starting to prepare for the run.

The scum's heartless memory doesn't seem to be good either, and when he was caught by the door by Wen Xu, he immediately forgot the little owl in Zhuo Yiqing's hand. As soon as the door opened, he approached Mr. Chi for a sniff, and then ran away in a hurry There is no shadow.

"When will you plant seedlings in your field today?" The old man followed Wen Xu and stood on the road at the door. The two runners, one old and one young, were chatting nonsense while making preparations.

"Let's wait until after breakfast, and see how many people will come," Wen Xu said.

As soon as I returned to the village yesterday, Shi Shangzhen rushed over during dinner, and he was talking to Wen Xu about planting rice. The director who shared a small piece of land seems to be very concerned about his "ration field". As soon as Bian got home, he came over to urge the transplanting of rice seedlings. Wen Xu had no choice but to agree to start planting rice today.

"Hand in?" Old Master Chi asked.

"Hmm! I think machine transplanting is fine, but He Shishang really heard people say that machine transplanting is not very good, so he insists on asking for manual transplanting." Wen Xu stretched out his hands and bent down and pressed them directly to the ground.

Grandpa Chi said, "Then plug it into the machine."

"Forget it, let's do it by hand." Wen Xu breathed out and said, "It is true that machine transplanting is not as good as manual transplanting."

The machine is dead. Every plant of rice planted in the seedling field is generally deep, but the roots of rice can be deep or shallow, long or short, and a field also has high and low places. , The machine can't distinguish these small details, so the advantages of manual transplanting are quite obvious, and the disadvantages of manual transplanting are also obvious, that is, expensive! Not to mention the cheapness of the machine, a skilled rice transplanter on the manual side costs 150 yuan a day, and 1500 yuan if you hire ten. Think about how much money can be earned per acre of rice? If people are hired to harvest by hand, then one mu of ordinary rice is not enough to cover the population cost. In contrast, more and more machine-transplanted rice seedlings are becoming more and more popular.

Now Wen Xu and Shi Shangzhen have to use handwork here, that's because neither Wen Xu nor Shi Shangzhen are masters who are short of money, and they don't care about such things.

Mr. Chi didn't ask too many questions. After five minutes of warm-up, the two started running. Following the original route, I left the village. As soon as I left the village, I saw a small stream appearing at the entrance of the village. The sound of rushing water could be heard two or three hundred meters away.

"When will there be another brook?" When Mr. Chi left, there was no brook. He was a little excited when he heard the gurgling brook. Clear"

"The spring on the mountain over there has erupted again, and the water is still flowing fiercely, just like this small stream flowed out," Wen Xu explained.

"Let's run along the stream, just listening to the flow of water will make you feel good." Mr. Chi scooped up a handful of water in his hand, then let go and looked at the meandering stream hidden in a piece of wormwood.

"OK!"

So Wen Xu ran along the creek with the old man. At the beginning, the old man was quite interested, but after running for about 300 meters, he insisted on arguing and sticking to the same path.

The reason is simple, it's early in the morning, running along the creek? The grass on both sides of the creek is obviously more lush than the one next to it and grows a little higher, almost reaching the knees. What else is hanging on the grass in the morning besides dew? After a few hundred meters, there is wet dew on the trousers, which one is not uncomfortable?

Returning to the normal route, the two ran to the greenhouse, and then began to mine the lighting sheds, and opened all the lighting sheds. The two of them were already sweating profusely, and the muscles on their arms were fully exercised. The effect is no different.

"Morning, old man, morning uncle Xu"

"Morning Professor Chi, good morning Uncle"

At this time, the greenhouse people in the village have already started a busy day. Everyone is catching insects, weeding and weeding.

After leaving the shed area, Mr. Chi said to Wen Xu: "Why don't you clean up the shed? You look at others and then at you! I've never seen such a poor farmer like you."

"I clear these all by myself? Don't do anything that day, you can't do it all by yourself!" Wen Xu said with a smile.

Mr. Chi thought for a while and let out a tut: "You are also weird!"

One old and one young ran while chattering, and both returned according to the usual route, and returned to the gate of Wen Xu's small courtyard. Wen Xu heard the voice of Shi Shangzhen and Zhuo Yiqing chatting from the courtyard.

"Hurry up, hurry up! The director of this division is really anxious, and I don't know why she is so anxious at that point." Wen Xin said carefully with a wry smile.

The old master looked at Wen Xu and smiled and didn't speak, but when he saw Wen Xu pushing the door to enter the courtyard, he said: "By the way, I brought some gourd seedlings back this time, do you want to take a few to plant? That kind of There are small gourds to play with, and of course big gourds to eat! They are all good varieties, brought from my old friend, and they are all bred through care!"

Wen Xu thought for a while and said, "That's fine, just give me one each."

"Aren't the two seedlings a little short?" Mr. Chi immediately said when he heard that Wen Xu wanted one each. If the two seedlings were planted in the ground, what if they died? Wouldn't that be one of a kind?

Where did Wen Xu think that he would plant 'death'? The conditioned reflex didn't think about this aspect, and he seemed a little unhappy when he heard that the old man wanted two plants, so he opened his mouth immediately and said: "Then let's get two plants each!"

"Okay, then I'll send it to you later. Anyway, it's just a few seedlings, and it won't take long to plant them." After Mr. Chi finished speaking, he trotted back to his small courtyard.

Wen Xu pushed open the courtyard door, and at a glance, Shi Shang and Zhuo Yiqing were sitting together, and the nest with the little owl was placed in the middle.

Wen Xu just doesn't understand, what's so cute about this little night owl, Zhuo Yiqing's side is a treasure, Shi Shangzhen's side is also a fan expression.

"What would you like to have for breakfast? Teacher, please join me here." Wen Xu walked into the house while talking, planning to go in and take a shower before starting to make breakfast.

Zhuo Yiqing said without raising her head, "I want to eat rice porridge with fried dough sticks. It would be even better if there are buns."

"Are the buns stuffed with pork or mutton?" Wen Xu spent a lot of time on eating, and when he heard his girlfriend wanted to eat these, he didn't hesitate at all, and asked directly about the stuffing.

"One of each?"

"Success!" Wen Xu said and got into the room.

The speed of the conversation between the two, Shi Shangzhen, who was sitting next to him, didn't find a chance to intervene. He originally wanted to refuse and find a reason not to eat here in the morning, but he heard that there are not only fried dough sticks and steamed buns, but also steamed stuffed buns. There are not only big meat fillings, but also mutton fillings. Although the words of refusal have come to his lips, Shi Shangzhen is not willing to spit out these words. The warm craftsmanship is really a master of the average level in Shi Shangzhen's opinion. He can't even compare to a cook, and now he hears that Baozi is willing to leave?

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