Boiling water, killing chickens, and plucking hair, Rong Yao and Ying Xun moved neatly, while Father Rong found the stove and started a fire in the yard. In addition to the large wok on the stove, there is also a small wok at home.
The pot was heated up, and Ying Xun pulled two pieces of chicken oil out of the chicken, put them into the pot to fry the dry water, and it started to crackle.
Rong Yu finally calmed down in the lobby room, and ran to the yard.
The wattage of electric lights in the 1990s was too low, and the light emitted was barely enough to see the road, and the light was not far away. The few people in the yard were working, relying on moonlight, that is, two oil lamps hanging on the tree, which did not allow the firewood for Dad's stove to light.
Rong Yu squatted next to the stove, seeing that the twigs were almost burnt, he stuffed a few into them.
"Xiao Yu, don't squat too close, be careful of the oil splashing on you." Father Rong reminded him with a spatula, and when he saw the oil sticking out, he said, "Go and help me bring the dishes over."
Rong Yu stood up, ran to the well, and took the washed vegetables. At this time, Ying Xun was chopping the chicken, and Rong Yao was holding an oil lamp beside him to illuminate him.
Seeing the people busy in the yard, Rong Ma got up to put away the farm tools she brought back from the field today, and went into the kitchen with the oil lamp to check the situation.
The fire only burned the pile of firewood and a big hole in the asphalt roof, but the stove was not affected. Let Xiao Xun climb up to repair two pieces tomorrow, but the kitchen is a bit wet, some firewood has not been burned, mixed with water and ashes Mixed together, very dirty.
"Wow!"
When the vegetables were put into the pot, a burst of flames sprang up, causing Rong and Xiao to cry out in surprise.
"Is father good?" Father Rong smiled and looked at Rong Yu, seeing him nodding like garlic, he was even happier. The iron shovel and iron pan make flying and dancing, and the collision makes a crisp sound of "clang".
"It's delicious." Rong Yu said to himself as he watched the Chinese cabbage in the pot soften and smoke in the pot.
Father Rong was even happier after being praised by Rong Yu: "Hee hee, wait for Dad to cook for you..."
"Dad," Ying Xun came over with the chicken nuggets and reminded, "Mom has gone to the sober kitchen, you go and help, I'll fry it."
Ying Xun interrupted Dad Rong, and put the basin on the wooden chair beside him.
"Ah, why are you cleaning up at this time? Hurry up and take over." Father Rong stuffed the spatula to Ying Xun, turned around and was about to go to the kitchen, but after taking two steps, he suddenly came to his senses: "Why don't you help your mother? Where should I grab the pot?"
"That's your wife." Ying Xun didn't turn his head back, looked down at the young man who was looking up at him, and said with a smile: "I'll cook chicken for you later, my cooking skills are better than dad's."
"Hmm!" Rong Yu nodded, feeling a little bit wrong.
While going to the kitchen, Dad Rong muttered, he still felt that something was wrong, could it be that Xiao Xun was jealous that he had a better relationship with Xiao Yu than him
Clean the vegetables in the pot, pass it to Rong Yu and take it back, Ying Xun washes the pot, puts it in the stove again, and when the pot is hot, Rong Yu trots back and starts to show his skills.
Rong Yao packed up the things by the well and had nothing to do. He sat at the door with an oil lamp and counted the money. When it was said that he was also very powerful, his snarky look was so cute.
When the strong smell of stewed chicken wafts out, the kitchen is almost clear. As long as the sun comes out tomorrow, the inside will be dry within half a day through the hole, and the roof can be repaired at night.
When Rong Yao said this, Rong Yu's expression became more relaxed.
Although dinner was a little late, they had it before nine o'clock in the evening. However, Ying Xun and Dad Rong didn't go to take a bath immediately after dinner to prepare for rest. Instead, they took out the tricycle, pole and basket.
Rong Yu was a little at a loss, what is this going to do
"Xiao Yu, go back to sleep. Dad and Xiao Xun still have to go to the field to pick seedlings. Let's go to sleep first." Rong Yao said, she has already gotten used to it. When it comes to busy farming, it is this kind of day from dark to dark. Fortunately, each time is just a few days.
"Ah, I'll go too." Rong Yu said, walking outside.
Father Rong, who was tying something outside, heard his words, turned his head, and said, "Xiaoyu, the seedlings with soil are very heavy. You have never picked them before, and you are not familiar with the ridges. What should you do if you step on them?"
"Yes, yes." Rong Yao nodded, the farm work is busy, and the daytime is too hot in summer. In order to spare the hottest period in the middle, many people first pick the seedlings from the seedling field at night to the field where they will be transplanted the next day On the other side, I went to plant rice early the next day, so that I could finish planting a piece of land before noon.
The land near the water is divided into pieces, and the big field is only four or five cents, and the small field is one or two cents or a few centimeters less. Most of the fields used for transplanting rice seedlings are large fields.
"I can walk behind you." Rong Yu replied, with urgency and anxiety in his eyes.
Father Rong frowned and thought about it, thinking that Rong Yu was always injured recently, he shook his head: "No, no, it's still dangerous, the ridges here are all wet..."
"Dad, let him go!" Ying Xun said loudly, walking over from the other side of the tricycle, and then looked at Rong Yu: "You have to be obedient, I can pick as many as I say, agree?"
Rong Yu nodded again and again.
"Okay, man, practice slowly." Father Rong finally let go.
The three of them brought a tricycle with three oil lamps hanging on the long iron handle, brought water, and set off with a "clang clang clang".
I thought there was no one there, but when I went out, I found people’s voices everywhere, carrying things similar to them, and they were all going to the field, except for boys and girls who were the same age as them. There are also people in their forties or fifties who are about the same age as his father.
Rong Yu was at a loss for a moment, so is this the life of most people
The Rong family's seedling field is a bit far away, and the more people go, the fewer people, and finally reached the largest field, Wufen, where the seedlings are raised, and then there will be no need to pick seedlings in this field.
Different from transplanting rice seedlings, the seedlings bred are very dense, and a long and small field is planted. These seedlings are all to be divided into other rice fields. There are two ways how to transport the seedlings. Some people pull up the seedlings from the seedling field, wash the soil, and pick them into the field to make it easier. The second type is the Rong family. In order to maintain their survival rate, the seedlings are scooped up with the soil when they are taken out, and the soil is also carried when they are inserted.
The seedlings grown in this way not only survive higher, but also produce higher grain, but it is very hard to pick seedlings in the early stage.
The iron sheet for shoveling seedlings is a thick and long iron sheet. Once shoveled down, it is about the width and length of a palm, and then the seedlings are pulled into the tricycle and spread layer by layer. At first it was Rong's father who shoveled, and Ying Xun and Rongyu moved to the tricycle. After watching Rong and learn how to do it, Ying Xun also helped to shovel.
In the dark night, there were only three busy figures.
"In another two weeks, I have to take Xiaoyu to buy schoolbags, and then I will take you to register and pay tuition." Father Rong wiped his sweat and said with a smile. Now, there are only three high school students in their family.
Ying Xun was taken aback for a moment, he was planning to buy it for Rong Yu in Beijing when he went to Beijing next week! Why is dad running ahead of him again
However, this is also good.
When Rong Yu heard Father Rong's words, he was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyes, and after a long while whispered: "I don't want to read anymore."
In the silent night, although the sound was low, Father Rong could hear it very clearly. His hand slipped and he almost shoveled his foot with a shovel. But he couldn't care less about this, he quickly looked at Rong Yu and said, "Why don't you read it anymore? No, you have to read it."
On this point, Father Rong absolutely does not allow it.
"My grades are not good, I can help at home." Rong and Xiaoxiao protested.
"Don't worry about bad grades, learn slowly," Rong's father put down the shovel, waved to Rong Yu, waited for someone to come over, pulled him down, looked at his son who dared not look at him, and sighed softly: "Xiao Yu, you Dad is uneducated. After having you and you, the only thing he thinks about is that you must be sent to college. Your mother is the same. It is her regret that she failed to go to college. Parents don't want you to regret it in the future."
"But I..."
"No, but, I have to go to school, this is not negotiable, Xiao Xun, I will leave it to you."
Father Rong said firmly, picked up the shovel and continued to shovel.
"Dad, don't worry!" Ying Xun said, got up and walked to the edge of the field, pulled Rong Yu up, touched his forehead lightly with the back of his clean hand, and after drawing glaring glances, he smiled: "With me, why are you afraid. "
Rong Yu lowered his eyes and didn't speak again.
A cart full of rice seedlings, plus the full four baskets are stacked on top of the tricycle seedlings, even so, they still have to come to pull a cart.
The three of them pulled the cart and walked to the field where the rice seedlings were to be planted tomorrow.
In the quiet night, it slowly became lively again. From time to time, we could meet acquaintances. Everyone laughed and greeted each other. When they saw Rong Yushi, they had different expressions and reactions on their faces.
A reserved person would say: "It's a blessing to have one more son working."
The one who didn't shut the door said directly: "Hey, the white and white son is the son who came back from Beijing! Hey, why is Xiao Xun still here? Why don't you go back to Beijing to enjoy the blessings?"
"The old Rong's family is very lucky. If you can help Beijing, you can make a fortune!"
Father Rong and Ying Xun got used to the temperament of some people in the village, so they tried to block them back.
"If you don't study, do you want to stay with them in the future?" Ying Xun asked Rong Yu next to him in a low voice, and Rong Yu rolled his eyes.
The three of them arrived at the place quickly, but the tricycle could only go on the avenue, and their home was still a long way from the avenue! When Dad Rong and Ying Xun brought down two loads of baskets filled with seedlings, it was easy to realize that they didn't have their share.
The round plastic bamboo baskets have a diameter of about 50 centimeters and are filled with seedlings, so as not to damage the roots of the seedlings, the soil is shoveled thick enough to be two fingers high. Rong Yu tried to lift it up, but was almost brought down.
"You look here, we pick it in." Ying Xun said.
"Do you want to watch?" Rong Yu asked strangely, looking around, many people also pulled a cart of rice seedlings on tricycles and put them on the side of the road, no one was watching!
"Of course, some people don't have enough seedlings at home, so what if they sneak away?" Ying Xun said seriously, and Father Rong almost laughed, but Xiao Xun had a way.
"Then, all right!" Rong Yu replied hesitantly.
The two agreed and picked up the bamboo poles and walked into the field. With an oil lamp hanging on one end of the pole, they went into the field facing the dark night.
Rong Yu saw that Ying Xun and Rong's father provoked it easily, thinking that he was almost taken away by a pot just now, he was a little helpless.
"Hey, isn't this the Beijing son who came back from the Rong family?"
"Really!"
Rong Yu was squatting next to the tricycle, and turned his head when he heard the voice next to him. It was two aunts, one tall and one short, both very thin.
"Call, what's your name? Rongyu, right!" The tall aunt came over enthusiastically, and held an oil lamp close to Rongyu's face, making him take two steps back in fright, and laughed loudly: "So timid? By the way , that Rong Xun, no, now his name is Ying Xun, won’t he go to Beijing?”
"I don't know." Rong Yuxuan replied.
"I really don't know?" The short aunt didn't believe it.
"How can I not know," Aunt Gao looked like she had seen through Rong Yu, and then she approached Rong Yu mysteriously and asked, "Hey, it's not important. How much will the Beijing one give you?"
"No, no money." Rong Yu lowered his eyes, a little nervous.
"Why didn't you give me the money? Did you raise them for nothing? You have to pay back the money you have raised for more than ten years!" The tall aunt didn't believe it.
"No, didn't they also feed the Rong family? It's even better. The Rong family has to give money to others." The short aunt retorted.
"But there is more money in Beijing!"
The two aunts started arguing in front of Rong Yu, and it was not right for Rong Yu to leave, or not to leave.
"If you want me to say, the relationship can't be broken, unless you pay off all the food and use of those ten years."
"That's clear!"
"Why is it unclear? It's not my own seed, who cares about it! If it were me, I would love the money of more than ten years and my own son."
Rong and his face turned pale immediately, these words were like hitting his chest with a stick, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
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The lottery will be drawn at 11 o'clock in the evening, and it will be randomized to see who wins the most prizes.
Let me tell you a story. When I was young, I heard from the aunt next door that the main character was her husband.
During the busy season of farming, the uncle went out to fetch water in the early morning. When he came back, he was alone in the dark night. He was walking on the ridge of the field when he heard a sound from afar. It was a man driving the pear field. So he shouted: "Brother, return to Litian at such a late hour!"
The other party also replied: "Yes!"
The next day he got up and went to the field, and passed by the place last night again, and found that the man's pear field had already sprouted peanut seedlings.
After returning home, the uncle fell seriously ill and never dared to walk alone at night again.