The morning in early April was still slightly cool.
Early in the morning, Old Man Li led the cow to the paddy field.
The cow was thrown aside in the deserted field and he was eating it while he skillfully rolled up his trousers.
The rough, black-scarred feet stepped into the soft mud. Even though Old Man Li felt that he was strong this year, he still couldn't help but shiver——
"Ouch, it's so cold!"
Just as he was talking, he saw Song Tan coming from the shore carrying a load. The load was full of strong seedlings, tied into bundles and neatly placed on top, stacked on top of each other, extremely full.
However, she was carrying it on one shoulder and resting one hand lightly on the pole. Her familiar posture and stress-free movements made her look like she was a strong man, not the thin girl in front of her!
When Old Man Li saw this, he couldn't help but say "ouch" again:
This girl’s family is really good at farming!
Song Tan stood at the edge of 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 for a while, Old Man Li's soles were stuck in the mud and felt a little warm.
I was wearing thick clothes and didn't feel cold at all.
Then he also remembered his heroic spirit when he was sweating profusely in the rice fields, and said in a loud voice:
"It's okay, you can't compare to me in planting rice!"
Song Tan was confused for a moment - when it came to manually transplanting rice seedlings, she definitely couldn't compare.
If you use magic...
He moved his fingertips and tried to lift the bundles of seedlings in the burden——
well!
The poor spiritual energy is particularly useless, so I can only lift it up. Just like snapping your fingers forward, the grand scene of every cluster of seedlings being planted into the field may never be seen again in this life...
…
But no matter how well the rice seedlings are planted, they can't stand up to the fact that Old Man Li is getting older now.
Song Tan was a little anxious: "I'm planting rice seedlings in advance. The water is so cold. I really don't plan to ask you to go to the fields today."
When she said this, Old Man Li was not happy anymore:
"Hey, you think I'm too old to do this, don't you? Throw down the seedlings and I'll plant them for you right now! Let's see who of us can plant them better!"
"I'm telling you, your dad can't even compare to me."
Song Sancheng, who couldn't compete with him, also rushed over at this moment. When he saw old man Li in the field, he was instantly happy:
"Uncle Li, it's better that you came early!"
After saying that, he took off his rubber shoes, rolled up his trouser legs without hesitation and went out to the field, and immediately made a move——
"Oh, this water is so cold!"
Can it not be cold? Song Tan was almost furious.
Even Song Youde, who came later, also cursed on the shore: "You two are really! How many years have you not cultivated the land, and you have forgotten how many months it has been? When Tan Tan said to plant rice seedlings, you dare to do it?!"
"If I hadn't seen her gathering seedlings there early in the morning, I wouldn't have known that we would be planting rice right now."
No one here grows double-cropping rice, so rice transplanting usually takes place 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 even when she has grown up. But when she comes across a handful of rice seedlings, she plants them in early April.
If I don’t have enough time that day, will the things that grow out be good?
Song Tan was also embarrassed.
This time it was actually her mistake. After all, who cultivates the land depends on the timing?
Not to mention two crops a year, if you don’t pay attention to taste and variety, two crops a month will be fine.
She took an awkward step back and exposed the seedlings: "Grandpa, look how strong my seedlings are. If I don't plant them now, they won't be able to grow back."
Song Youde lowered his head and took a look: Okay, these are indeed the strongest seedlings he has ever seen. The green ones are almost dripping with oil.
He also cursed without anger in his heart:
"It's really crazy. How come we haven't grown so well in the past?"
It's also the default.
After all, the seedlings have been torn out, and now it’s no longer possible not to transplant them!
As for experience...he has more experience in transplanting rice seedlings.
Now I stood on the shore and rubbed my legs several times before going down to the fields.
It's indeed a bit cold.
But it was okay. He just looked at his son who was still stupid at his age, and then looked at Old Man Li next to him who was comparing himself to the young man. He snorted again: "Tan Tan, go back and tell your seventh cousin,
Let’s drink more ginger soup at noon.”
"Okay," Song Tan agreed: "Grandpa Li, don't be impatient. Drink more at noon. I'll make another bucket for you and my grandpa to carry it home in the evening. You can soak your feet in it to ward off the cold."
"You can't be careless with your body!"
Old Man Li looked impatient: "Oh, why are you chirping? It's so cold, and we are still touching lotus roots in the lake - throw down the seedlings!"
Song Tan had no choice but to stand on the shore, picking up bundles of seedlings and throwing them down along the rice fields.
After a while, the load of seedlings was thrown away completely, and they were almost evenly distributed in the two paddy fields.
She also rolled up her trousers, her white and tender feet stepping on the grass, which made Song Youde's face darken:
"You damn girl, what do you want to do?!"
"Your girl is going to work in the fields. I'm going to get cold air in my body tomorrow, but you'll feel better!"
"It's okay, grandpa." Song Tan said angrily, "I'm really not afraid of the cold."
However, there is a kind of fear that makes parents think you are afraid.
Even Song Sancheng scolded with a frosty face: "Stand there, don't come down! With just these two fields, can't the three of us finish it? Go back."
What are you going back for?
He was stunned and couldn't remember, and finally changed the topic: "Go to the city and buy me a small three-wheeler."
Song Tan:......
Okay, if you don’t want to go into the water, you won’t go into the water.
As they said, these two fields only take half a day's work, so I'm not short of one.
Turning around and just about to move, he asked Song Youde again: "Grandpa, I think everyone drives a tricycle, why don't I buy you one too?"
Song Youde instantly smiled from ear to ear: "You kid, you just mess around with how much money you have. I'm old, what do I need for that?"
Song Tan was about to nod, but saw him quickly follow up: "How about buying one? Grandpa has money, and I will get the money for you."
Song Tan turned around and left: "No, no, no, my dad is rich. He said he would quit smoking this year to save money."
This is a big deal!
Song Sancheng immediately jogged and struggled a few steps forward in the mud:
"I didn't say it, I didn't say it! Tan Tan, have you grown any tobacco?"
He turned around and smiled at Song Youde in a flattering manner: "Dad, I know you love smoking dry tobacco. This year, I asked Tantan to plant a row of tobacco for you on the edge of the field."
"If we dry our own rolls, it will definitely be good enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Youde skillfully pulled out the smooth and oily cigarette rod from his waist and hit him hard on the arm——
"What's wrong? You smoke cigarettes, and I smoke those free tobacco leaves, right?"
"Is it so difficult to ask you to pay for me to buy a car? As soon as Tan Tan asked you to pay for me, look at how anxious you are..."
"Isn't it just money? I have it! I'll give it to you when I get back."