"Three!" Zhou Dalang frowned, "Isn't that too much?"
"His salary is only 800 Wen." Old Zhou also felt that it was too much, but it was a price he had worked on for a long time, and he muttered: "This ox cart is almost as small as half a cow."
Before, I just plowed the land, and I can carry the plow tools on my back, so it’s okay to not have a bullock cart, and the cattle at home are still at ease.
But now it's time to harvest wheat, of course it would be better to have an ox cart.
An ox cart can be used for many years. If there is no accident, it may last longer than an ox. From the wheels to the body, it is all made of wood, so it is not cheap at all.
Usually, the carpenter in Dali Village is hired to build an ox cart. In addition to the two trees, he also needs to pay about 1,000 Wen as wages. The main reason is that it takes a long time to build an ox cart.
If you think about it carefully, it may take two or three months, which is more time-consuming than making a plow.
However, not everyone can make a plow. It is too delicate for the carpenters in Dali Village to make it.
The reason why he was willing to give Lao Zhou so much money this time, but only wanted him an extra tree, was because he now had an ox cart in his hand.
It was a business received before the disaster last year. The two parties agreed on a manual fee of 1,200 renminbi, and the wood delivered was also very good, so the carpenter worked very hard.
Who knew that the family suffered a disaster and couldn’t get so much money for a while, even if the carpenter said he was willing to pay on credit, he was not willing to take it. Of course, the other family didn’t want the two trees, so they were given to the carpenter for nothing.
The carpenter was so angry that he left the packed car at home.
Just as Man Bao brought the cattle back, Lao Zhou thought of this incident, because this incident caused a lot of trouble in several nearby villages, and the two families almost fought.
So he knows very well.
What a wooden bullock cart...
The labor cost of 1,200 Wen...
In the middle of the old week, he went to Dali Village two or three times when he was not so busy. You came and I talked a few times, and finally reduced the money to 800 Wen. Of course, the carpenter had to give his car a new one. Sand it once to make sure it's better.
Old Zhoutou led Zhou Dalang up the mountain that afternoon and found three good trees. The father and son cut them down and transported them down the mountain. Early the next morning, Qian took Xiaoqian and others to harvest wheat, while old Zhoutou took With several sons carrying wood and oxen, he went to Dali Village to ask for an ox cart.
Before noon, Lao Zhou took the oxen and pulled the ox cart to the field, and only his family was harvesting the field.
When the oxen pulled a cartful of wheat back, the villagers knew that Zhou's family had bought a cart, and everyone stood and watched.
A sigh suddenly came from the noisy crowd, "Let's open the sickle at home this afternoon."
Someone said: "I think it will be sunny for a few days, wait a little longer, and the ears of wheat will be more ripe."
"It's all dark yellow. It's almost done. After harvesting the wheat, we have to plant rice seedlings."
As soon as these words came out, many villagers felt that their backs were sore. This year was really busy and tiring. Every time they got busy, they were busy all day and night. The day started to be busy again.
The villagers asked the price of the car, and after seeing enough excitement, they were about to disperse. As soon as they retreated, they saw Man Bao coming back with a small bookcase on his back, and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Man Bao, why did you come back from school?" , your small farm is going to be harvested too?"
"Yes," Man Bao said, "Our husband is going to teach us in Daling in the afternoon, so I'll come back for lunch first."
"Manbao, the wheat seeds used by your Zhuangzi are also from your family? I passed by yesterday to have a look, and found that your wheat is much better than ours, and it is not far from your family's."
Man Bao smiled naively at him.
My mother said that if you don't want to answer the question, just laugh.
The person who asked the question thought he had the answer and didn't ask any more.
The old Zhou's family started, and the villagers in Qili Village seemed to be stimulated, and most of them began to harvest.
Of course, Master Bai's family and Man Bao's little Zhuangzi were also together.
Man Bao has never harvested wheat in his own family, let alone in a small farm. Mr. Zhuang took them to the class in the straw shed, and they wore straw hats to pick wheat ears in the field during the break.
Mr. Zhuang didn't see any other benefits. When everyone eats lunch and dinner together, Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang will no longer waste food.
As long as the mantou has been eaten, it will be eaten up, and it will not be left behind when it feels full at the end like before.
Mr. Zhuang was very satisfied with watching it. It seems that there are still some advantages to teaching classes at the edge of the field.
After lunch, the master and the apprentice sat on the plank bed and chatted with the wind. Bai Shanbao poured them a cup of tea. The four of them held the teacup in one hand and propped themselves up with the other, looking at the green and yellow fields with satisfaction. .
At this time, the sun was a little bit bright, and the hired short-term workers hid in the shade of the trees with the long-term workers to rest, and they would not harvest until the sun went down in the afternoon.
Mr. Zhuang squinted his eyes to feel the wind coming from the pavement, and fell asleep. Man Bao and the others also felt sleepy. They put down their tea cups and squinted their eyes to sleep. When he was half awake and half asleep, Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked: "Why do I feel sleepy?" Do you think the wheat in your field is much better than that in Master Bai's field?"
Man Bao moved his body, lay on his back, his little belly heaved, and hummed, "It's better."
Mr. Zhuang asked: "Why?"
The reason why Mr. Zhuang asked this was because he found that the wheat in the small farm was not only a little or two better than that in Mr. Bai's field, but much better.
He didn't notice it at first, but the ears of wheat picked up by the three children were placed in the straw shed. After a day or two, he couldn't help seeing them.
The heavy ears of wheat were full, and he thought it was because the workers in the village were not dedicated enough to leave good ears of wheat behind, but he went to the field to check and found that the other ears of wheat were also in good condition.
It can be said that this is better than the kind of ears of wheat they pick out from thousands of ears to make seeds.
The harvest workers just thought that the wheat of the owner was growing well, which was considered a bumper harvest, but Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but think more.
Man Bao and the others planted more than 20 mu of winter wheat, which was divided into several plots, and the condition of the wheat in these plots was almost the same. What does this mean
It shows that the harvest of these wheat is very well-proportioned.
If it was Dr. D, she would say that the genes of plants are very stable and can be propagated on a large scale.
Mr. Zhuang doesn't have that kind of knowledge, but he also knows this truth.
So today he asked a lot about the winter wheat planting at that time, including how they cooked the winter wheat in the past six months.
But the three children just talked and made up their minds, and the hired workers did everything.
And what they did was the same as other farmers, and there was nothing unusual about it. So Mr. Zhuang couldn't help asking them if they knew the reason for their bumper harvest.
Who knew that Man Bao gave the answer without even thinking about it, she said in a daze, "Because our seeds are good."