Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

For the tourists in Wenjia Village, there are only three things in life: eating, sleeping and playing. For the adults in Wenjia Village, there are also three things in life: eating, sleeping and shoveling snow.

As the days passed, gradually, the people of Wenjia Village, or the entire village, realized some rules. If there is a light snowfall from time to time, then there must be no heavy snowfall in the past few days. If it is said that the sky has been blue for several days in a row, and the sky is as blue as washing, then everyone has to be careful, because the sky is definitely going to hold back a big one, at least throwing down more than 40 centimeters of snow in one night .

In Wenjia Village, in order to cope with the continuous snow, the village collectively purchased several tractors, so that when it snows, the roads in the village can be cleared within two to three hours, and within a day. A small pasture provides food for the livestock in the village.

Heavy snow is not only troublesome, but heavy snow can also bring considerable economic income. As the living standards of Chinese people improve, and there is a little spare money in their pockets, it is natural to run around to see things. The melon eaters in Jiangnan want to experience the heavy snow. Apart from going abroad, they can only go to the Northeast to experience the feeling of ice and snow. Now there is no need to go to the Northeast. Even if you drive by yourself, you can go back and forth in Jiangnan.

So gradually, the impoverished counties in the south of the Yangtze River, which were not popular in the past, have become a popular tourist destination in this province and the two neighboring provinces.

Although Wenjia Village didn't get much benefit from this wave of tourism, both the county and the township were happy to see the tourists coming.

Wenxu stopped the tractor, took off her gloves, put on her coat, wrapped herself tightly and got out of the cab: "Guangsong, Guangsong, come on!"

"Okay!" Wen Guangsong was standing in the snow chatting with several clan brothers of the same generation, when he heard Wen Xu calling himself, he immediately snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and threw the cigarette butt into the small iron box hanging on his waist , This is something that many smokers in the village always have.

"Uncle, are you going home to cook?" Wen Guangsong asked warmly and politely while crawling along the pedals of the tractor to the cab of the tractor.

"Well, what about your family? Is the meal ready?" Wen Xu also asked politely.

"My mother should do it, anyway, it's okay if it's early or late." Wen Guangsong climbed into the cab and opened the door. After going in, I closed the door of the cab by the way to ensure that the heat from the air conditioner inside would not dissipate quickly.

"Uncle, when can we drive your tractor?" The brothers standing on the ground asked with a warm smile.

"Why are the tractors in the village hard to drive?" Wen Xu smiled at them.

"It's easy to drive, but the air conditioner is not very powerful, and it's not as powerful as yours."

"Then you are not talking nonsense, how much is Uncle's one, how much is one in the village, two more and three to buy one, can you get the same price for what you get?" The other opened his mouth immediately.

"The second-hand foreign car I drive is not very good. From time to time, there are some problems. Their after-sales service has been repaired several times. I can repair some minor problems."

"Okay, okay, don't complain, those who should eat go home to eat, those who are waiting to work should work harder, depending on the weather today, maybe there will be a big party at night," Wen Xu said Looking up at the gray sky with snowflakes, he said.

"I know, Uncle," everyone said in confusion.

Wen Xu didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the sledge beside her.

This time, the place where the snow was shoveled was a little far away from the village, about four or five miles away. Some people must have gone there, so when Wen Xu came here, he took a sledge. The sledge was originally pulled by Da Zong, but today Da Zong has to work in the mill, Wen Xu’s only female apprentice Zhao Xiaoyue’s bakery is short of flour again, so Wen Xu replaced the horse pulling the cart with the one given by Shi Shangwu Arabian horse.

Now the little Arabian can no longer be called a little Arabian, even in appearance, it has lost the characteristics of Arabian horses, and has become a bit tall and strong, and its appearance is a bit between Arabian and Frisian. Rislan is strong and powerful, but also has the elegance and agility of Arabian horses. Although his appearance is outdated and does not conform to the aesthetics of any professional jockey club, his shoulder height of 1.73 meters has really won the warm love of "Hao Gao Xi Da".

call out!

A brilliant whistle passed through the falling snowflakes and spread in all directions. Within seconds, there was a loud neighing of horses in the distance. The horse, which had already turned white all over, rushed out of the snow curtain and stopped flying.

"Erbai, let's go home!"

The steed ran to Wen Xu's side, gently rubbed its huge head against Wen Xu's body, then stretched out its mouth and bit the clothes on Wen Xu's back a few times, this is Erbai's way of expressing intimacy, I have to say that Wen Xu was full of surprises today. After putting this product in the space for so long, he actually gave himself such a big surprise when he picked it up. Erbai's pulling the sledge is much more powerful than Da Zong. From time to time, Huo still wants to be a little lazy, Erbai is much more diligent, of course, Erbai's diligence is only compared to Dazong, and compared to Dabai, it is much worse.

"Uncle, wait for me, and take me home by the way."

Seeing that Wen Xu was about to leave, Wen Guangjun immediately waved his hands and shouted loudly, running towards Wen Xu's sledge while shouting.

"Uncle, wait for us too!"

Behind Wen Guangqun, there was a group of men from Wenjia Village who had already left the 'shift' and rushed towards Wen Xu.

After a while, Wen Xu's two-person sledge was not only full of people, there were even three people standing on it with slippery legs.

"Erbai, drive!"

Wen Xu didn't have a rein, and didn't need a bridle or anything. He only had the chest belt for pulling the cart and two wide cloth straps attached to the cart. As soon as Erbai heard Wen Wen's voice, he immediately kicked hard with his hind legs and sledged. Slowly moving, waiting for the resistance to be greatly reduced when sliding up, Erbai naturally started trotting.

"Hey, let me say uncle, your family's Erbai monster is nothing more than that, why are your relatives so weird?" Wen Guangli, who was sitting in the car, remembered something and said.

Wen Xu knew that this incident was caused by Shi Shangzhen's annoying little nephew.

This matter is also simple. I don’t know what happened to the middle school boy who was playing games with his mobile phone all day long. He suddenly fell in love with herding sheep. Come out every day to herd sheep!

It's really herding sheep!

Maybe it was because he didn't like Uncle Wenxu, so this kid chose to herd the sheep of Wen Shigui's family. He went out early every morning to help drive the sheep, and then followed the sheep all day, and drove the sheep back to the pen at night inside.

At first, Wen Wen and everyone thought that the child was just trying to get something new, and as soon as the energy passed, he went home honestly. Who knew that he had been doing this for more than a month, and it seemed that the Chinese New Year was coming soon. This little boy The child is still so busy every day, making everyone, including Mr. Shi, think that this grandson is bewitched by something.

"I heard that Er Bo's head is getting bigger now!" Wen Guangjun said with a smile.

Wen Shigui must have a headache. This is the grandson of Mr. Shi. It would be embarrassing for me to ask him to herd the sheep. Besides, how much money is appropriate. Besides, he is not a person who is short of money. Even if his father has entered a shop, his grandfather is still there, and the family travels in a luxury car, and those who wear gold and jade are still poor, but Wen Shigui will definitely not be happy if he has to give too much. It is strange that Wen Shigui is willing to pay such a child the wages of several adults.

"The old man said, let's see. In the end, the old man asked the second uncle to give a shepherd's money. It's 1,200 yuan a month. Your father didn't tell me when he came today. Go, go home and have a drink." go".

Old Qintou said: "I didn't mean to say that I wanted to come here, no, there is a big fair in Changping Town today, and I just planned to go to Changping Town to buy some things, but I couldn't buy anything, so I stopped by to see Look at the son."

"Okay, that's not too polite, let's have a glass of wine at home." Wen Xu Lima pulled Lao Qin and said.

Qin Zhuangping said: "No, Brother Xu, we can just eat a little bit, and my father also cut off the pig's head and got a fish."

"Store these things and eat them in the evening. Listen to me at noon today and go to my house! Let's have a drink!" Wen Xu smiled and grabbed Lao Qin's arm and didn't let go.

It's not that Wen Xu's temperament has changed, but that Old Qin and his father are both sincere people. Every time Lao Qin comes over, he has to work for a few days. He doesn't want Wen Xu to give money, so Wen Xu can only come to tease him every time. For the last drink, the hospitality is naturally done with all my heart.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll charge you every time I come," Old Qin nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home!" Wen Xu then let go.

At this moment, Old Qin put his eyes on Erbai, and opened his mouth to praise: "Good guy, what a good horse!"

When his eyes fell on Erbai Xiaoding, he asked in surprise, "No gelding?"

"When I came here, I was too young to be a gelding, but now it's pretty easy to use, and it doesn't matter if it's gelling or not," Wen Xu replied.

Whether it is a military horse or a working horse, generally speaking, the male horse must be gelding. We have introduced many horse breeds and improved domestic horses in history, but none of them have succeeded because the nobles of the past dynasties like good horses. The tall and heroic horses were all gelded as mounts for the rich and powerful, but not stallions, just like the famous Lu Bu and Guan Yu's mount Chitu was a gelding. So Old Qintou saw that Erbai, who was pulling the sledge with Wen Xu, did not have a gelding, so he naturally showed a curious expression.

"That's good, that's good!"

It was good for Wen Xu to hear him say two sentences in a row, but he didn't understand what was so good about it all at once, but Wen Xu finally understood the next sentence.

"Is it possible to borrow a seed for me next year?" Old Qin said, looking at Wen Xu.

"It's not going to work, you just need to bring the horse here," Wen Xu said.

Hearing Wen Xu's promise, Old Qin head immediately took down a plastic bag of vegetables hanging from the bicycle faucet, and stuffed it into Qin Zhuangping's hands: "You guys go first, I'll come when I go to town."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Xu and Qin Zhuangping to reply, he picked up the bicycle by himself, stepped on it and rode vigorously. After a while, the clear back was blurred by the snow.

Qin Zhuangping shouted loudly from behind: "Father, be careful on the road, the snow is slippery!"

Wen Xu thought in his heart: What's wrong with this old man.