The early morning of April was still slightly chilly.
Early in the morning, Old Man Li led the cow to the paddy field.
The cow was thrown into a wasteland on the side and was left to eat by itself, while he skillfully rolled up his trouser legs.
The rough feet with black scars stepped into the soft mud. Even though Old Man Li felt that he was strong this year, he still couldn't help shivering.
"Ouch, this is so cold!"
Even as he was speaking, he saw Song Tan coming over from the shore carrying a load on his shoulder. The load was filled with thriving seedlings tied into bundles and placed neatly on the ground, stacked up and looking extremely full.
However, she carried it on one shoulder with one hand lightly resting on the pole. Her familiar posture and stress-free movements made it seem as if she was a burly man, not the skinny girl in front of her!
Seeing this, Old Man Li couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ouch!"
This girl is really good at farming!
Song Tan stood by the field and looked at him: "Grandpa Li, why did you go to the field? The water is so cold!"
To be honest, after stepping in there for a while, Old Man Li's feet were stuck in the mud, but he actually felt a little warm.
Although I was wearing thick clothes, I didn't feel cold.
He then recalled the heroic spirit of working hard in the rice fields, and said in a loud voice:
"It's okay, you can't compare to me in planting rice!"
Song Tan hesitated for a moment - when it comes to manual transplanting, she definitely can't compare.
If I use magic...
He moved his fingertips and tried to lift the bundles of rice seedlings in the load upwards.
well!
The poor spiritual energy was particularly useless, so I could only lift it up. I might never see the grand scene of every seedling planted in the field in a snap of a finger again in my lifetime...
But no matter how well the seedlings are planted, they can't stop old man Li from being old.
Song Tan was a little anxious: "I'm planting rice in advance, and the water is so cold. I really didn't plan to ask you to go to the fields today."
When she said this, Old Man Li was still unhappy:
"What's the matter? Do you think I'm too old to do the work? Hurry up and throw the seedlings down. I'll plant them for you right away! Let's see who can plant them better!"
"I'm telling you, even your dad can't compare to me."
Song Sancheng, who was unable to compete, also rushed over. Seeing Old Man Li in the field, he was instantly happy:
"Uncle Li, you're here early!"
He took off his rubber shoes, rolled up his trouser legs without hesitation and went down to the field.
"Oh, the water is so cold!"
How could it not be cold? Song Tan was almost furious.
Even Song Youde, who came after him, cursed at the shore: "You two are such a jerk! You haven't farmed for so many years that you forgot what month it is? You dare to follow Tan Tan's instructions to plant rice?!"
"If I hadn't seen her pulling up the rice seedlings early in the morning, I wouldn't have known that we were going to plant rice now."
No one here grows double-season rice, so rice seedlings are usually planted in late April or early May.
My granddaughter is so good. She has never been allowed to go to the fields to plant rice seedlings since she was a child. But when she found some rice seedlings, she planted them in early April.
If that time comes, how can the things that grow be good
Song Tan was also embarrassed.
This time it was actually her mistake. After all, who would rely on the weather to cultivate and farm
Not to mention harvesting twice a year, if you don’t care about the taste and variety, harvesting twice a month is no problem.
She stepped back awkwardly and showed the seedlings: "Grandpa, look how strong my seedlings are. If I don't plant them now, they won't grow well."
Song Youde looked down and said: Wow, these are indeed the most vigorous seedlings I have ever seen, so green that they are almost dripping with oil.
He also cursed indignantly in his heart:
"It's really weird, why didn't our breeding grow so well in the past?"
I agreed to it.
After all, the seedlings have been pulled out, and now we have no choice but to plant them!
As for experience... he has a lot of experience in transplanting rice seedlings.
Now he stood on the shore, rubbed his legs vigorously several times, and then went down to the field.
It's a bit cold indeed.
But it was okay. He just looked at his son who was still stupid at his age, and then looked at the old man Li who was comparing himself to the young man. He snorted again: "Tan Tan, go back and tell your seventh cousin to drink more ginger soup at noon."
"Okay," Song Tan agreed immediately, "Grandpa Li, don't worry. Drink more at noon. I'll make another bucket for you and my grandfather to bring back at night. You can soak your feet to drive away the cold."
"Don't be careless with your health!"
Old man Li looked impatient: "Hey, why are you dilly-dallying? It's so cold and we were still fishing for lotus roots in the lake - throw down the rice seedlings!"
Song Tan was helpless. He stood on the shore, picked up bundles of seedlings and threw them down into the rice fields.
Soon, the rice seedlings were thrown away completely, and the two paddy fields were almost evenly distributed.
She also rolled up her trouser legs and stepped her white and tender feet on the grass, which made Song Youde's face darken:
"You damn girl, what do you want to do?!"
"You are a girl working in the fields. If you get a cold tomorrow, you will be in trouble!"
"It's okay, Grandpa." Song Tan said with full energy: "I'm really not afraid of the cold."
But, there is a kind of fear, which is that your parents think you are afraid.
Even Song Sancheng scolded with a frosty face: "Stand still! Don't get down! Can't the three of us finish weeding these two fields? Go back."
What are you going back for
He was stunned and didn't remember it. Finally, he changed the subject: "Go to the city and buy me a small tricycle."
Song Tan: …
Okay, if you don’t want to go into the water, then don’t go into the water.
Just like they said, it would only take half a day to work on these two fields, so one person wouldn't make a difference.
Just as he was about to move, he turned around and asked Song Youde: "Grandpa, I see that other people also drive a small tricycle, how about I buy one for you?"
Song Youde laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "Kid, you're just messing around with the money you have. I'm old, what do I need that for?"
Song Tan was about to nod, but he saw him quickly followed up with another sentence: "Why don't you buy one? Grandpa has money, I'll get you the money."
Song Tan turned around and left: "No, no, my dad has money, he said he would quit smoking this year to save money."
This is terrible!
Song Sancheng immediately trotted forward and struggled a few steps in the mud:
"I didn't say that, I didn't say that! Tantan, have you planted your tobacco yet?"
He turned his head and smiled at Song Youde in a flattering way: "Dad, I know you love to smoke dry tobacco, so this year I specially asked Tan Tan to plant a row of tobacco for you beside the field."
"If we tan our own curls, it will definitely be exciting enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Youde had already skillfully pulled out the smooth and oily pipe from his waist and hit him hard on the arm -
"What's the matter? You smoke cigarettes, and I smoke the free tobacco, right?"
"Is it so difficult to ask you to pay for a car? When Tan Tan asked you to pay for it, you got so anxious..."
"Isn't it just money? I have it! I'll give it to you when I get back."
Song Sancheng: …
Dad, that’s not what I meant!