Weighing a piece of chicken excrement with a piece of bamboo, Yunjing walked towards the vegetable field tremblingly.
"Xiao Jing, walk slowly, don't fall..." Yun Mu, who was always paying attention to his actions, warned him immediately, ready to drop the hoe at any time and come over to help him.
In the eyes of parents, children are more important than anything else.
Returning her a smile, Yunjing cautiously came to the vegetable patch.
With a click, he flipped his little hand, and the chicken droppings on the bamboo pieces fell into the seedling nest. He immediately stirred them twice with the bamboo pieces to mix the chicken droppings and soil. This was to prevent the subsequent seedlings from directly mixing with the chickens.
The reason why the feces comes into contact with the roots is to prevent the mother from taking it away because she thinks it is dirty.
Children from poor farm families have very few things to play with. Unlike in Yunjing's previous life, children who were only a few months old had a lot of toys. When I saw my precious son playing with chicken feces, I thought that he didn't even have a rattle.
Jiang Susu felt a little distressed for no reason.
So she said to Yun Jing: "Xiao Jing, let's play, but don't eat it, it's daddy, it's dirty."
After a sudden movement, he almost fell to the ground. Yunjing couldn't laugh or cry. How stupid can I be to eat chicken shit?
Having said that, if it were a normal child of my age, he might really be able to eat this stuff. After all, children don’t know what they are doing. A complete childhood would not be complete without trying all the stuff.
"Uh-huh"
Yunjing responded briefly. After finishing a seedling nest, he carried the bamboo pieces to the livestock shed.
Seeing that he was getting excited about playing, Jiang Susu didn't think much and continued working. She never thought that her precious son was just over one year old and already he was trying to think of ways to improve his family's living conditions.
Going back and forth, again and again, it took a long time for Yunjing to put chicken manure in thirty or forty seedling nests. Even then, he was so tired that he was sweating and his limbs were sore. There was nothing he could do. At just over a year old, he had too little physical strength.
Already.
While he was doing this, the industrious Mica had not only plowed the ground, but also prepared the seedling nests and planted the seeds.
No matter what actions a one-year-old child makes, no one will find it strange. Therefore, Yunmu, who didn't think about other aspects at all, never discovered that her son actually had a purpose in playing with chicken feces.
If she observes a little bit, she will find that the chicken droppings Yunjing throws are actually different seedling nests every time...
Silently remembering the places where he put chicken feces, Yun Jingxin said that a beautiful tomorrow would start from here, and he would be far away from being rich and wealthy. Being able to feed his family would be the happiest thing for them.
things.
There was not much work in the yard, so Yun Yu finished it in the morning, and then started to make a fire to cook. Because she was still breastfeeding, she usually ate some relatively nutritious food by herself, and the food she prepared for Dad Yun and the others was pancakes and
Pickle soup.
After finishing her meal, Yun Yu showed no intention of resting. She carried Yun Jing on her back, carrying a basket of food in one hand and a basket with hoes, sickles and other agricultural tools in the other hand.
Next, she first went to deliver food to Dad Yun and the others, and then went to work in the fields.
When his mother came to where Yun's father and the others were working, Yunjing saw a scene that made him sad again.
It was a paddy field. Yesterday's spring rain not only soaked the paddy field, but also had ankle-deep water. Taking advantage of the good rain, Yun's father and grandpa were plowing the field.
Since there are no cattle at home, plowing the fields depends entirely on manpower.
Dad Yun was dragging the wooden plowshare in front, and grandpa was controlling it from behind. The rope was tightened on Yunshan's body, as if it was going to be cut into his flesh. His face was red and he was panting, with blue veins on his forehead exposed, and hot sweat was on his strong body.
Big chunks fell off my strong body, and I took solid steps, one foot deep and one shallow, moving forward in the cold muddy water in early spring. Every time I landed, mud splashed everywhere...
Grandpa Yun Lin in the back is not much easier than him. After all, he is older. Although he only controls the plowshare, he must always pay attention to cooperating with Yun Shan in front. If he is not careful, he will deviate from the original trajectory.
To be honest, this was the first time Yunjing witnessed his family plowing the fields.
This kind of scene was once extremely far away from the cloud scenery and was only seen occasionally in film and television works. However, the scenes in film and television works are just acting and cannot truly reflect the feeling of hardship. On the contrary, it makes people a little funny.
But when he saw this scene with his own eyes, the strong impact made his scalp numb, and then it felt like his nose had been punched hard, making him unbearably sore.
What is the difference between humans and animals?
This is just trying to earn a bite of food. The key is that the yield of the crops grown is not high, and almost half of the food harvested in the end has to be paid taxes...
The world is so miserable!
No wonder my grandpa is aging so fast. He looks more than ten years older than his original age when he is in his forties. I wonder who’s body can bear such high-intensity work for many years without sufficient food, oil and water. It is simply overdrawing your life.
live?
The scene he saw was so shocking that Yun Jing didn't know when he was carried away by Jiang Susu after delivering the meal. The scene of his father gritting his teeth and moving forward under the sun echoed in his mind for a long time...
"Mom has to work. Be good, little Jing. If you're hungry, just call mom, you know?"
Arriving at a piece of dry land at home, Jiang Susu put Yunjing in a basket on her back and gave instructions.
In fact, if there was no Yunjing, Jiang Susu would drag the plowshare with Yunshan in the paddy field to plow the land to reduce his burden. However, the edge of the paddy field is too dangerous for Yunjing. If Yunjing falls without paying attention, it will be very dangerous.
He may drown. Even if he is rescued in time, what if he falls ill? No matter what, it is not a disaster that this family can afford.
Yunjing subconsciously responded to his mother, while the scene he saw before was still echoing in his mind.
'You can imagine how difficult it is to plow the fields manually or with straight plows. The key point is that you can't plow deeply at all. You can only turn over the surface layer of soil. It's strange that the crops can produce yields. It seems that not only does it require
To find a way to use farmyard manure, you have to modify farm tools, and the key is to get a cow!'
Yunjing, who had been silent for who knows how long, had another goal in mind.
These goals are actually difficult to say, but the key point is that his own conditions severely restrict him now...
When Yunjing came back to his senses, he found that his mother was already busy, first cleaning up the land with a sickle, and then plowing the land with a hoe, tirelessly, repeating mechanical movements over and over again.
My mother is only ten or twenty years old. At this age, in her previous life, she was still a 'little girl' in an ivory tower who needed careful care, but she has already supported half of the family with her own hands and shoulders!
Looking at his mother's busy back, Yunjing looked down at his little hands again, and said silently in his heart, grow up quickly. When he grows up, he can share some of the burdens with his parents.
At this time, he desperately hopes that he will grow up, but growth takes time, and time will not suddenly turn over due to his will.
Time is the most ruthless. When you want it to go fast, it will not go fast. When you want it to go slow, it will not stop...