Just as Song Sancheng said, at three o'clock in the afternoon, all the peach trees had been planted.
Zhang Yanping was looking at the water pump in the pond below. The people above were holding pipes and watering the trees one by one.
The others were not idle either.
It's just a day's salary. Although everyone works very hard, it's really not good to stop work before the sun sets.
So I picked up the hoe again and dug two more deep trenches on the side of the mountain:
"Sancheng, don't you want to plant those golden cherry blossoms? Is it okay to look at this depth?"
Song Sancheng went over and took a look: "Why can't it work! I just asked you to work hard, but the saplings haven't been transported yet."
In fact, whether you can buy it or not is another matter.
Everyone waved their hands and said, "I earn you two hundred yuan a day. If you can't do this kind of work, wouldn't it be embarrassing to tell you?"
"that is!"
"Are you planning to encircle an iron fence or build a frame here? If you want to build a frame, we will also cut down the bamboo today."
Song Sancheng quickly stopped him: "Build an iron net, build an iron net, don't cut the bamboo, don't worry - otherwise, why don't you all go to my field and tidy up the land again?"
“It’s time to sow seeds, it’s time to transplant seedlings.”
And when the water in the rice field is about to be full, the water outlet of the pond should be blocked, and Old Man Li will have to hitch the plow to the old scalper.
Only then did everyone react, and now they were walking down the mountain in twos and threes carrying hoes and shovels, muttering:
"Thirty percent, your investment this year is a bit big, don't lose it."
Song Sancheng also looked sad and honest:
"That's not true, but Tantan is planning to have a good fight in the village. We are old and can't keep up with the times. We can't worry about our children because of this matter, which will burden the family in the future.
It’s so heavy that it’s difficult to do anything else.”
This is also true.
An aunt here asked out of curiosity as soon as she stepped into the ditch: "Huh? Sancheng, didn't I hear you say at the beginning that Tantan would rest at home for a few months? Why does that mean that he will completely take root in his hometown in the future?"
"Don't be confused! What future does the girl have if she stays in the village? Look at my hands -"
She stretched out her hand and said, "This old woman's hands are all made by doing farm work. Do you suffer any disadvantages? There is a lot of pressure in the city, but at least you don't have to work hard."
Song Sancheng was silent for a moment, and then whispered:
"Sister-in-law, it's not that I want my child to stay with me. It's just that young people are out there now and there's too much pressure."
"When our Tantan came back, she still had gauze tied on her head! There was no blood on her face. When I went to pick her up, her square gauze was covered by her hair. I didn't notice it at first, but later I discovered that she
He even told me that I got hit!"
"As a result, when I checked Douyin that night, there was a video on it, saying that there was a series of car accidents on the Ninghai Bridge in our city, and the child was pulled out of the car by a young man wearing a mask!"
“It was just a hair’s breadth, and the car would have exploded!”
Speaking of this, Song Sancheng's eyes turned red:
"I used to tell her that she should be diligent in the workplace, work more, don't argue with others, and behave well..."
"But you said, no matter how good you behave, your children are like this, and you can still save tens of thousands of dollars when you go home."
"It's not like we haven't been to Ningcheng before. A meal can cost tens or even hundreds. How do you think she saved this money?"
If he hadn't seen the child quickly recuperate and be full of energy, he would have wanted to tell the matter and take the child for a check-up to see if there were any sequelae.
As soon as this was said, everyone sighed.
The aunt who just spoke also had a pale face:
"I regret it now. When the country said we could have two children, I said it would be too lonely to have a grandchild... Now it's better. Two children go to kindergarten, and the tuition alone costs more than 30,000 yuan a year. This is still quite ordinary.
Kindergarten!”
"What kind of interest classes are there? If the couple has to pay off the mortgage and take care of the children, where does the money come from? I don't even dare to ask."
"I go out to work in the second half of every year, and I earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, which is subsidized to them. That's it, life is still tight..."
It’s a hard time!
Everyone chatted, everyone had their own difficulties, and for a while, it seemed that they naturally accepted the fact that Song Tan was working at home.
But the movements under his hands were deft.
Originally, the land in this field had been carefully cultivated by machines, but now it is just leveled with a rake, and then with a hoe, several ridges are made according to different vegetables...
A few aunties with quick hands and feet took the vegetable seedlings that had grown in the first two fields and transplanted them here. They were full of wonder: "Thirty percent, I think your Tantan is really lucky in farming!"
"Look at these vegetable seedlings, they look so energetic! If you have more, you can give me two of them later. I think these pepper seedlings are really good..."
"Okay!" Song Sancheng was quite generous in this regard: "If we can transplant it tonight, everyone can share the extra."
There are still three or four hours before the sun goes down. There are twenty or thirty people scattered in these seven fields. Why can't it be done?
Everyone laughed: "Then I think you are really not good enough..."
However, there is no shortage of vegetable seedlings in the village. The person who asked just now just saw the vegetable seedlings growing strong and couldn't help it... In the end, as everyone said, after planting seven fields, there were not even enough seeds and vegetable seedlings!
Song Sancheng looked left and right: "Don't worry about it. Just rest later. I'll get some soybeans from home and sprinkle them in."
It's already dark today, the tea-picking helpers on the mountain have all gone down the mountain, and even the bamboo shoot diggers have stopped working early - no way, the bamboo forest is still darker than outside.
Everyone also finished their work in twos and threes, carrying their own kettles and benches, and wandered back.
This long and tiring day is finally over.
It wasn't until the figure gradually faded away that Song Sancheng suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "Everyone from my own house, please come tomorrow to help clean up my cousin's house!"
Someone in the distance responded, but Song Youde wandered out with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the sky:
"Don't be in a hurry to call someone. Tomorrow is Qingming Festival. I'm looking at the sky and I'm afraid it's going to rain early in the morning. Let's have lunch and see if it's sunny before calling."
Song Tan was packing things aside. When he heard this, his heart moved and he couldn't help but look at his grandfather Song Youde——
Being a lifelong farmer is not in vain. There is more moisture in the air, and there is a high probability of rain tomorrow.
It just so happens that spring rain is as precious as oil. With such a rain, you don’t have to worry about the vegetables and peach trees planted today.
After thinking for a while, she picked up another bundle of straw:
"I'm going to add some grass to the pigsty, because I'm afraid it will get cold at night."
I stopped by to see the king and told him that he was going to the back mountain in the evening...
The rule in the article is that Qingming is celebrated in advance and not on the same day.
So before, my uncle and the others went home to visit graves and burn paper in advance of the Tomb-Sweeping Day. I also specifically said before that it was approaching Tomb-Sweeping Day, so don’t get me wrong.