Chapter 33 My Ordinariness

Stepping on the grass, Li Heng walked on the field ridge outside the village. To his right was a field of corn, with slender oval leaves hanging on the green poles, holding the ripe corn on the sticks.

Wrapped inside, only a lock of "yellow hair" is left exposed.

This field of corn is not very green and lush. There are some scattered sparse in the ridges. The leaves on many straws are yellow and green, most of them have shrunk, and they don't look very well taken care of.

There was no one in the field, so Li Heng stretched out his hand and peeled off a relatively plump stick that had not been eaten by insects. He peeled off the beards on it one by one, and then continued walking towards the field.

Strictly speaking, this kind of behavior is called stealing, which is illegal. To be honest, although this loss will not lead to a prison sentence, it will at least serve as a form of criticism and education.

But in rural areas this is not a big deal, it is very common.

In the scorching heat of midsummer, villagers who had been busy in the fields all morning were walking on the dirt road despite the scorching sun and hunger and thirst. They passed by the melon fields of other villagers and went inside to touch a ripe watermelon, crack it open on the spot and take two big bites.

The melon meat relieves hunger and thirst; after a long day of picking, the farmers, who were too fat to lift their waists, sat down in the fields to rest. They picked tomatoes from some vegetable fields, wiped them with the corners of their clothes, and stuffed them into their mouths to try and relieve their fatigue.

; There is no seasoning for cooking at home, so I went to another vegetable garden and picked up two garlic sprouts to use...

These are common phenomena in the village. They are not very reasonable, but they are quite reasonable.

It is a tacit understanding and agreement among rural people. As long as they are not deliberately destroyed or removed in large quantities, everyone can accept it.

This is a kind of internal rule in the circle, which is very simple and simple, but cannot be ignored. It represents a simple social concept called "Everyone raises his head but does not lower his head to see you".

This situation basically does not exist in the city. It is normal for neighbors to borrow things from each other, but it is absolutely not allowed to take away things that belong to others without making a sound, even if it is as small as a piece of needle and thread or a garlic sprout.

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The rear door of the carriage was closed and the car engine started.

But not long after that, the cow was sold by Li Heng's father. Li Heng only remembered that on the day of the sale, the cow with a burn scar on its neck lingered and mooed in his direction for several times.

It took a few minutes before he was dragged away.

This wildfire was obviously used to burn the remaining corn stalks in the fields and clear away weeds. The main component of the burned ashes is inorganic salts, which are also good nutrients for the next round of farming.

Li Heng, who had already left along another field ridge, finished his last bite of corn and said to himself: "Just think of it as payment for eating your corn cobs and cucumbers."

The person who controls the tractor is also an old farmer who is half a century old. He is as old as the machine. His condition is not much better than the machine.

So the cruel job he came up with was - riding a bull and lighting torches!

I saw a boy carrying a schoolbag kicking his feet along the edge of the grass, seemingly looking for something.

Li Heng remained silent. This kind of old cattle would end up in the slaughterhouse and be killed for their meat.

The young man holding the artifact seemed to have found his mission at this moment - there will never be a standing grass in front of me!

Li Heng watched him hold the "magic weapon" in his hand, slashing horizontally and vertically like a "god descending from heaven" until more than a dozen of the proud backs of mugwort were broken, and he finally showed a satisfied smile as if he had completed his mission in life.

"Huh? This cow..."

Bang bang——

The artifact left behind by its owner lies alone in the weeds, waiting for the next person.

It just so happened that his family had recently bought a young, strong cow. It was used by Li Heng's father specifically to cultivate the few acres of water terraces on the mountainside that tractors could not handle.

I was holding on to the handrails of the tractor with all my strength, my veins were bulging, my face was red, I was swaying left and right, pulling the clutch and putting it in gear, going forward and backward, left and right, but the damn wheel just got stuck in it and I was crawling.

Not coming up.

It turned out to be a rather straight and well-proportioned slender branch!

The cart is about to set off, pulling this old cow to the slaughterhouse, where it will be slaughtered and decomposed automatically into pieces of meat on an unknown table.

Chewing corn and cucumbers, Li Heng continued walking without stopping, passing through the fields and land he was so familiar with when he was a boy.

"You are……"

The old farmer was overjoyed and quickly grabbed the armrest and pulled the clutch, shifted gears and got out of the difficult mud road in one go.

The old man was so confused that he fanned himself with the straw hat on his head, his face quite confused.

I haven't done this kind of work for many years. It seems that I haven't roasted anything in the fields since I went to middle school.

Lighting torches is an ancient traditional custom. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, adults will take their children out and tie straw, straw and wooden sticks into handfuls to light them, and then swing them back and forth in the wilderness at night.

Flip the sparkle trick.

Li Heng peeled off all the corn silk on the corn cob one by one, and stroked the plump and round corn kernels.

Wildfire burning is the most common way to deal with crop straw and field weeds in rural areas. Although policies to control rural straw burning are being implemented in various places, full implementation is still very difficult.

"This is all my past, an ordinary past."

Li Heng stood quietly and watched, with no intention of taking any action.

Although his recipes have been specially adjusted and are carefully balanced foods with nutrients, energy, and microelements, this roasted, half-burnt corn on the cob not only has no nutrients, but also produces toxic substances due to excessive high temperature.

Li Heng showed a smile and walked to the lying cow and squatted down. The old cow seemed to feel someone approaching and lazily raised his head.

"It's actually you"

There was a burning smell not far away. Li Heng looked up and saw black smoke slowly rising from another field. Li Heng walked towards that direction with his thoughts.

"Haha, childish"

At that time, in the wilderness on the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, when a group of friends were playing on the ground with torches, he calmly rode a cow out, and then raised his carefully built three-story

When the cotton torch lit up the blazing sacred fire, he was the most handsome boy in the whole village.

And that night, he did win the attention of all his friends and left an everlasting name, but the process was not what he expected.

The sparks splashed out during the swing of his torch burned the cow's eyes, and then the cow under his crotch moved around in a hurry. Li Heng was unable to maintain balance and the torch in his hand even let go and directly scorched the hair on the cow's neck.

The cow was in so much pain that he went crazy and threw him off the cow's back.

A few minutes later, Li Heng continued to move forward and left the path.

Grilled corn on the cob!

He squatted beside the wildfire at the edge of the field, rubbing his hands and looking at the fire expectantly.

The roar of the diesel engine came from the semi-muddy soil, as if an old man who was about to expire was screaming and wailing with his voice stretched out. The tractor pulled by it was stuck in the mud, and a pair of wheels rolled and skidded feebly in the mud.

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He continued walking along the road, crossed the small bridge, stepped on the soil slope, passed through the bamboo forest, and saw a working cow tied to a wooden stake at the edge of the forest.

It was expected to be burnt, and Li Heng was not surprised. He hadn't done this job for many years and couldn't control the heat. Almost half of it was burnt, and only the bottom half was cooked.

But today, he wanted to eat this poisonous "junk food". Not only that, he casually picked a cucumber from another vegetable garden to replenish water, without caring whether the vegetable field had just been sprayed with pesticides.

Then he found that his friend had left him far away, so he was shocked and dropped the artifact in his hand and hurriedly chased after him.

This is because the objective environments of the two are different, so the naturally occurring order will not be suppressed. There is no right or wrong distinction between the two, because there is no right or wrong in the environment.

He opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweetness of the ripe corn contained a hint of the bitterness of coke. Li Heng nodded, yes, that's it.

"Thank you, but you have to use it. The wheel is so deep that one person can't push it. At least two or three people are needed. I'd better go down and call someone..."

Many years later, touching the same scar, Li Heng seemed to see the past years at this moment.

"Moo-moo-"

Young Li Heng had a skill that most children no longer possess - bull riding!

In an era when cowherd babies are no longer needed, this skill has gradually become useless. Only Li Heng once learned this skill out of curiosity and fun.

The ashes of the wildfire gradually extinguished. Li Heng dug through the still hot ashes and pulled out dry and blackened leaves from the pit. A unique sweet aroma mixed with burnt came out.

It is said that this is a folk custom passed down from the late Yuan Dynasty to imitate the Red Turban Army's uprising and raise fire as a signal, and is deeply loved by young people.

The old cow was so obedient that it slowly climbed up from the ground and slowly walked up the ramp of the truck with its rotten hooves.

At this moment, the old farmer caught a glimpse of a young man coming behind his tractor, as if he was going to help him push the tractor.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he took three steps and two steps to pick up something from the ground.

"Beef cattle farm? Isn't this a cattle farm?"

The person who set the fire had left, and the fire was now an "ownerless fire." Li Heng quickly stepped forward and used the remaining fire to dig a hole in the soil, burying the still-smoldering ashes in it, and then

Roll up the corn stick in your hand with its leaves and throw it into the fire.

Behind him, there was only one piece of intact grass and a branch with several broken parts within a radius of several tens of meters...

I still remember when I was a child, I peeled taro, broke corn, dug peanuts, plowed other people's vegetable gardens, dug ridges in my own field, roasted taro, roasted corn, and roasted peanuts using the ashes of the earthen stove to eat, which left me with a "black beard" on my mouth.

Li Heng was also a creative genius when he was a boy. He decided to give the guys from the same village a big job on the night of August 15th.

After getting closer, Li Heng's eyes widened slightly, and his gaze fell on its neck, where a bunch of hair was missing, leaving a white, rough scar.

Just at this moment, a large car drove over from the side of the dirt road. A man got out of the car and came to the tree stump: "Little brother, please give way, we are going to lead this cow."

The out-of-control old cow also made that year's torchlight event end with an unprecedented "laughter" and "hilarity".

Li Heng stood up, his expression suddenly clear and confused, as if he was searching for something.

Mechanization has become more popular these days. No matter how poor they are, there are tractors and rotary tillers. There are really not many that still use oxen.

Afterwards, he felt an extremely "warm" father's love like never before, which made him dare not leave the bench for almost a week.
To be continued...