The two of them have to go to school on Monday, so the two large fields at home have to pump water into the field at night, and the third field will be planted tomorrow, and they will go back to school on Sunday afternoon, so the time is very tight.
Ying Xun is a person who is used to farm work, and his muscles are all made of farm work. He is different from others. Even though he has been in the village for two months, he has done little heavy work, and his speed has slowed down before he has developed his strength. some.
In the middle of the night, when we moved to Wufentian, Rong Yu already felt that he could hardly lift his hands, his stomach was very empty, and he had no energy.
Ying Xun felt a little regretful, he forgot about it and didn't bring anything to eat. After installing the water truck, he also figured out a way: "Xiao Yu, are you afraid of being here alone?"
Rong Yu looked around, there were no people in the middle of the night, and three or four could be seen in the distance, like dark pillars that could move. In addition to grabbing the autumn, the farmers do all the farm work on weekdays, and they don't concentrate on a certain day. They can continue to come over to grab water tomorrow and the night after tomorrow.
Rong Yu didn't know what Ying Xun was going to do, Ying said: "No."
"Then I'll leave for a while, and I'll be back soon."
"Where are you going?"
"I'll find you something to eat."
When the words fell, people ran away.
Rong Yu felt a little strange, besides going home in the middle of the night, where else could he find food
Move your muscles and bones, hold your palms with a cloth, put on your rubber shoes, step into the water, and pull slowly. His arms were so sore that he was no longer sleepy after being overtired.
It's easy to think about things when no one is around.
Rong Yu thought of the question that Ying Xun hadn't heard when he asked it earlier, after careful analysis, he still didn't understand.
It didn't take long for Ying Xun to go, and he came back in ten minutes, holding something in his arms, and when he got closer, he saw sweet potatoes and a handful of firewood.
Rong Yu's eyes lit up in an instant, and his stomach growled even more when he thought of the roasted sweet potatoes that he ate at home, but he was still very curious: "Where did you find it?"
Ying Xun said: "Uncle Huang dug it in the field, come quickly."
Rong Yu: Don't you dare to be chased and beaten by a hoe
"Can't he curse?" Rong Yu followed Ying Xun to the next field. The family didn't grow rice this season, and the straw cut last season was still here, and it would be burned into ashes and composted to grow peanuts.
Nowadays, people in rural areas use their own peanuts for frying, and basically plant one season a year to meet the annual oil demand.
"Yes, what should I do?" Ying Xun frowned, as if he hadn't thought of this possibility, and was extremely distressed.
"Then, send it back?" Rong Yuchi asked, a little confused.
"Pfft, I lied to you. When I came here, I saw Uncle Huang. I went around to ask him." Ying Xun couldn't laugh or cry, and pulled him down: "Come and help."
The two of them pulled apart the straw spread in the field to make room for it, twisted the straw into knots and spread the twigs brought over on it, and when the fire was hot, they threw the sweet potatoes in. The wind was a bit strong at night, and the two had to squat by the fire to prevent sparks from flying out.
The fire was burning loudly, revealing a faint light in the dark night, making people more bright.
It is said that looking at a beauty under the lamp or by the fire is not bad.
Ying Xun glanced at it from time to time, happily watching.
Some people are not happy.
"What are you looking at?" Rong Yu stretched out his hand and pushed Ying Xun, who was squatting, to the ground. He had endured Ying Xun for a long time, and why did he keep peeping at him
"Guess?" Ying Xun didn't even get up, and sat cross-legged, with his elbows on his knees, and his chin propped up to look more openly.
Rong Yuyuan wanted to ignore him, but slowly, for some reason, his face became hot from seeing him, and he was so annoyed that he rushed towards Ying Xun, wanting to beat him up. Ke Rongyu was obviously not his opponent, he was pressed to the ground within two strokes, and kicked when he was so angry.
The bastard.
Rong Yu didn't spare any strength, he kicked so hard that Ying Xun gasped, and his hands loosened.
Rong Yu immediately turned over, threw Ying Xun to the ground, sat across his waist, pinched his neck, and said angrily, "Admit defeat?"
Ying Xun's whole body froze, looking at the person above him through the fire, he replied unnaturally: "Admit defeat, admit defeat."
"Hmph, it's pretty bad."
"Yes, I'm bad, get up quickly, when the fire goes out, there will be no roasted sweet potatoes to eat."
"Good boy, be obedient from now on." Rong Yu patted Ying Xun's head with a smile.
"Be obedient." Ying Xun just wanted him to come down quickly, so he had to whisper: "Little ancestor, if you don't come down, there will be a fire."
After his reminder, Rong Yu realized that the sparks flying on the straw had already caused a small fire, so he hurried down.
The two of them didn't have anything to hold water, and the only thing they could use was the pair of rubber shoes, which he was afraid of leeches from wearing, and now they were used to hold water and douse the fire.
After pouring the fire, the sweet potatoes were cooked, and the two ate a few sweet potatoes and continued to struggle with the water.
At about two o'clock in the morning, Rong Yu couldn't hold on any longer. When Ying Xun came down to rest, he almost fell headfirst on the waterwheel, and Ying Xun's heart jumped out of fright.
"Go to sleep on the straw, and I'll wake you up when I get down." Ying Xun really felt sorry for him, and he knew that he would spend some money to help someone.
"Ah, stop it!" Rong Yu squatted and almost fell asleep, but Ying Xun woke up again after Ying Xun said this.
"It's okay, just sleep for a while and you can refresh your mind." Ying Xun dragged the man to the next field to avoid the place where they got wet.
The reservoir is usually released after it has not rained for a long time, so the fields are very dry, and the straw is covered with two layers of soft ground. In summer, the wind is strong, and it is not too hot to sleep.
Although Rong Yu refused in his mouth, he lay down but quickly fell asleep.
The water in Wufentian didn't reach the ridge until around four o'clock in the morning. This was enough, any more would overflow.
Ying Xun lifted the water truck and put it on the next-door field. There was still a third of the field to be pumped tomorrow, so he didn't take it back.
After tidying up the things and piled them up next to the water truck, Ying Xun went to Rong Yu and squatted down. Hearing him snoring softly from exhaustion, his heart softened and he felt dense pain.
Carefully touched his face, and then gently woke him up.
Four or five o'clock is the time when people are most sleepy, and when they are suddenly woken up, Rong Yu keeps his eyes open and asks in a low voice, "Is it time for me?"
"It's done, let's go back!"
"Ah, are you ready?"
"Okay, let's go!"
Ying Xun pulled him up, but he didn't have anything to collect, and he had to come over tomorrow. The most expensive waterwheel is not afraid of being stolen. After all, in the three villages, everyone knows how many chickens there are, and who will steal other people's waterwheels. People from outside would not come here in the middle of the night to steal a waterwheel, after all, this thing is really heavy.
The reservoir was flooded, and the ridges of the fields were wet. Rongyu, who was half asleep and half awake, was dragged by Ying Xun, and he provided him with slippery feet a few times, which made him terrified.
Fortunately, he arrived at the main road soon, but the main road was also full of potholes, so Ying Xun simply let him sit on the tricycle and pulled the people back.
Sitting on a tricycle is no better than walking. The ground is uneven, and people sitting on it are staggering. Rong Yu just bumped his elbow once, and the pain was so painful that he instantly woke up. He suspected that Ying Xun did it on purpose.
Ying Xunyuan thought about letting him sleep in the tricycle, forgetting about the situation on the road.
Ying Xun looked back at his face and smiled.
"Xiao Xun, you are so late!" An uncle came up next to him, carrying a hoe.
"Uncle Huang." Ying Xun said hello. Linshui Village is a medium-sized village, and most of them have the surname Huang, with the surnames Chen and Rong among them. They are all called according to their ranking. Some of them are too far away to know how to call them, so they add an uncle character after their names.
"Hey, who is pulling this?" Uncle Huang looked at the tricycle with great interest, grabbed the little boy along the side, and laughed: "Hahaha, in the grandfather's generation, this is how the wife was pulled back. At that time, there was no Tricycles and other good conditions are all pushed with wooden carts."
Rong Yu: "..."
Ying Xun secretly looked at his face and saw him angry, smiled secretly, and said to Uncle Huang: "Yes, I heard from my father that I couldn't get enough to eat when I was young."
"No, it was the crime committed by Ling Mousheng's family. They robbed your family's land and forced your father to serve as a soldier. However, his family did not end well. The eldest son fought and killed someone and was imprisoned ten times. A few years ago, the daughter married a man from another village, the son-in-law was a gambler and prostitute, and the youngest son chopped off his old man and fled. Ling Mousheng is now dragging his leg half dead, and let his wife sell it... "
"Uncle Huang, it's not been a few days since the reservoir has been filled with water. Why is it so late tonight?" Ying Xun spoke up in time to change the subject. He didn't want Rong Rong to hear these nasty things. This family, especially the youngest son who escaped, almost ruined Rong Yao's life indirectly.
"Ah," Uncle Huang was interrupted, and he didn't react for a while, but when he saw the little boy in the car looking at him curiously with a pair of beautiful eyes, he immediately recalled it. Xiao Xun didn't want the young master to know these things, so he smiled and said, "It's not that your third aunt wants to build more thatched huts, so I can get rid of the fields."
It has long been rumored that Rongyu bought silk at a price of more than six yuan. Her wife saw that the Chen family sold it for one or two hundred catties this time, which was more than one hundred yuan more, so she thought she could raise more. But there are not many houses in the family, so I want to build a thatched hut to raise two more silkworms.
Ying Xun saw that Huang Sanshu Zhiqu diverted the topic away, so he chatted with him about the field.
The two went back to the village gate and parted. Rong Yu was still shaking while sitting in the back, and asked when he was almost home, "Then what happened to Ling?"
He was a little concerned, and for some reason, the name made him uncomfortable.
"He's just a scoundrel, and his family is not a good thing. Usually relying on two sons, he will bully those families with only one son or no son, and grab everything. He is of the same generation as Dad. Several brothers robbed the family's fields together, and my father had no choice but to join the army." Ying Xun explained roughly, but after his father returned from serving as a soldier, all the brothers in Ling Mousheng's family died, leaving only he. He got married early and gave birth to two sons and a daughter. The daughter was in the middle, and she was in the same elementary school class as Rong Yao.
After my father came back, he went to the town to find someone and brought Tian back.
"Ah, how many sons can bully others?" It was the first time Rong Yu had heard of such a thing.
"Yes, there are many strange things!" Ying Xun parked the tricycle in the yard and let Rong Yu get off: "Take a shower and go back to bed."
"Oh." Rong Yu responded, still thinking about Sanshu Huang's words, wondering why there are such strange people in this world.
And this name always made him a little concerned, as if he had heard it somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while. But even if he couldn't remember it, he didn't like the name.
I always feel like the bad guy.