Chapter 222 Hard work

Lao Zhoutou thinks so too. Since this business can go on, of course it will take longer. But although the vegetable garden at home is big, the vegetables inside are only so small, like bitter vegetables and water spinach. I picked them. One crop can grow longer, but the family has to eat it too. You can’t sell all of it, so it’s good to plant another piece.

  But he did not expect the old wife to move so big, he hesitated: "That field can be more than an acre, so many plants, can it be sold?"

  He glanced at Man Bao, who was leaning against Qian, and asked, "Man Bao, did you give your mother an idea?"

  Man Bao hid in his mother's arms, revealing a pair of eyes and looking at him secretly.

Qian hugged her and said: "Okay, don't scare your children. I wanted to have a variety of dishes. Anyway, the rice in that field is almost washed away. It's useless to keep it. It's better to take it out. Growing vegetables."

  She only wanted to open half of it, after all, they may not be able to sell it.

  But as Man Bao said, if you can’t sell it, it can be made into pickles and eaten in winter.

  Furthermore, if you plant more, you will not be able to sell them all by yourself at that time, and you can also sell them to vegetable farmers at a cheaper price, which saves effort.

  In fact, Qian’s heart still has a plan. If this year’s harvest is really not good, then the family will definitely have to tighten their belts.

  The food is not enough, and you can’t die even if you eat vegetables. Even if you are hungry fast, you can eat two more meals a day.

  Lao Zhou touched the smoker and asked, "What should I do with those kinds of people, are there so many vegetables in the house?"

  Lao Zhoutou, who had just resumed smoking for more than half a year, ended up cruelly selling all his shredded tobacco for the sake of money, so he now has no cigarettes.

  If you become addicted to cigarettes, you can only relieve your addiction by touching the pipe.

  Qian waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry about this, I have my own way."

  Vegetables, she doesn’t have one, but there are many other people’s homes.

  The next day, when everyone was busy, Qian walked out along the wall and began to rush through the door.

  She first went to the vegetable gardens of each family to take a look, and she knew how the dishes were.

   Vegetables must be planted well, and vegetable seeds are also very important.

  Some people grow vegetables well in this way, indicating that not only do they serve well at home, they are also mostly good.

   Qian's slipped down, and he had a lot of seeds in his hand.

  There are big dried leaves in each house. Pull one out and wrap some for her. There are a lot of people in one household and two households together.

  Someone sent Qian out the door with a smile, and waved goodbye, "Auntie, if my daughter-in-law is uncomfortable looking back, I will go to you for ginger."

Qian said with a smile: "Come on, I don't know that your house is not good enough to grow. You are free to go back to my vegetable garden to dig some back to grow. If she has a stomachache, first ask my eldest wife to ask for some dried **** to go back with. Brown sugar is boiled, and the brown sugar **** soup is very effective to eat."

  The man responded happily.

  Qian also happily took a few small cabbages and planted them back.

  Thursday, Lang Gang took his wife, sister-in-law and two younger brothers, to **** the vegetable garden. When he looked up and saw his old mother come back with several bunches of leaves wrapped in both hands, he curiously asked: "Mother, what is this so many?"

   "Vegetable seeds."

  Thursday Lang:...

  Fang clan exclaimed, and quietly said to Chu Lang: "My mother is really amazing, so many kinds of vegetables, everyone will give it?"

  Thursday Lang closed his open mouth, and said with a look on his face: "Of course, this is our mother."

  Basically, there is nothing that can't be done for what the **** thing is going to do, just like Man Bao.

  To say that Man Bao was not born to his mother, he couldn’t believe it.

So, on Thursday before Lang’s **** was heated, the Qian asked Xiao Qian to take him to plow the field, "He grows vegetables in more than an acre of land. When will it be done by a hoe? The sun has been good for the past two days. The inside is almost dried up, you first go to see if it is muddy or hard. If it is just right, let the fourth child plow out the ground. It will be much easier to turn around and smash the soil."

  Xiao Qian's response.

  Thursday Lang also heard it, and he felt a burning pain in his shoulder. He entangled: "Mother, I will go to the field and dad to catch insects and weeds, okay, let the eldest brother come back to plow."

  His family has no cows, and it is estimated that he can't borrow them from the chief, so he can only rely on people to pull the plow. Chu Lang hates pulling the plow the most.

Pushing the heavy work to her husband in front of her, the little Qian gave him a head without thinking about it, and said with a grimace, "What nonsense, go to the field with me and take a look. I'll have to go to the school to do it later. What about rice."

  Thursday Lang said with a bitter face: "Sister-in-law, you can't just love your eldest brother, you can also love me."

  Little Qian hadn’t spoken yet, and Qian gave him a sideways glance and said, "They are all people who have a wife. If you are so glib, be careful I smoke you."

When Xiao Qian married in, Thu Lang was only seven years old. The most important thing is that when he did not marry in, they were cousins ​​and brothers. When Thu Lang was very young, he went to his uncle’s house with his mother, but was pressed by the cousin on the ground. Rubbed.

  As soon as the old lady spoke, Chu Lang shrank his neck and walked out.

  Fang's eyes were smiling, and he whispered to him while carrying someone behind his back: "Oh!"

  Xiaowan is the turning of the river. The large field on the opposite bank of the bend is called Xiaowan by the locals. The Zhou family’s area of ​​more than five acres of land is under the name of Lao Zhou.

  At the time when the land was divided, there were very few people in Qili Village, so this good field could be assigned to him, but now it is not good enough.

  It has been sunny for several days, and they tried to release the water again. Now that the water in the field has dried up, Xiao Qian's **** is a field. After all, the soil is not loose, so it is not easy to hoe.

Little Qian stomped the mud from the hoe, squeezed its humidity, and said, "You can plow, go back and get the plow, let the old five pull it with you, and your second sister-in-law will help you with the plow. I have to cook, and I will do it for you next time."

  Thursday Lang was taken aback, and quickly said: "Sister-in-law, don't hurt me, how can you teach you to pull the plow, not to mention the big brother, my father and mother can beat me to death."

  There are many men in their family, but their daughter-in-law never pulls a plow.

Little Qian thought it was nothing, and said: "When my mother was young, she did not pull too much. You should hurry up. It's better to open the ground today. I will ask your eldest sister and your daughter-in-law to come with hoes and loosen the soil in the back. Soon, it will be planted tomorrow."

  At this time, the seeds are easy to germinate. As long as there is enough water and the sun is good, they can germinate in three or five nights.

   After explaining the work in the field, the little Qian hurried to wash his hands in the river, and then crossed the bridge to cook in the school.

  Man Bao ran into the kitchen as soon as he learned it. Little Qian would cook the dishes. Looking at the dishes, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't delay.

  Man Bao rushed in, and found that his bowl had not yet filled the food, so he ran to help, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"

  In the past, when she ran over, not only her bowl was filled with food, but Bai Shanbao's was also filled, and the food was placed on the table, waiting for the students to line up for food and food.

  (End of this chapter)