Anshan Town, Zhangshu Village.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
Just before dawn, the crowing of chickens began in the village.
East end of the village.
An old house with a large area and a little dilapidated.
"Son, get up!"
"Get up."
A young man in his twenties came out of the house with a pair of panda eyes.
"You child, why did you stay up late again?" The woman scolded.
"Not next time."
Faced with his mother's nagging, the young man did not have a trace of impatience, but flashed warm memories in his eyes.
His name is Yang Shu. From the perspective of time, he should have just graduated from college. He went back to his hometown to visit his parents during the interval of reporting to the company.
But who knows, poplar stayed up all night last night.
pass through? be reborn?
Poplar also did not understand why he could go back to 2006 in a flash from 2017 in his previous life.
A dream lasts ten years.
In just ten years, earth shaking changes have taken place in China.
Live a new life.
Not to mention being rich and noble, poplar still has the confidence to save tens of millions of assets in ten years.
At the thought of this, Poplar's eyes darkened.
Pengcheng is his sad place. For some reason, more than 30 poplar trees were still alone until 2017.
He doesn't want to go back.
What if I don't go?
There is no way out of staying in the countryside.
Not to mention now, in 2017, when grain prices are rising, rice is planted twice a year. After removing seeds, pesticides, fertilizers and labor costs, the profit per mu of land per year is less than 1000 yuan.
If you have this skill, you can go to big cities to wash dishes and earn more than farming.
There is no gold in the earth.
"Forget it. I don't want this anymore."
Poplar shook his head and turned to walk to the front yard.
They still live in the old house built by Yang Shu's great grandfather's generation. It is made of green bricks and tiles, antique in appearance, but it looks a bit shabby because of its disrepair.
The house is connected by an open courtyard.
The generation of Yang Shu's great grandfather was the big landowner of Zhangshu Village. Although his family was in decline, he still built this big house, which was also the most magnificent old house in Zhangshu Village.
The glory of the past is long gone.
In the early years, even Poplar's grandfather built a brick house at the west end of the village to live with Poplar's uncle. The west end of the village is also the new center of Zhangshu Village. In the next ten years, most of the small western-style buildings will be built there.
His family is one of the few in the village, and still lives in the old house. It was not until Poplar worked in the previous life that the family could afford a new house.
But Yang Shu doesn't envy him at all. His childhood memories are all in this old house.
The front yard is large and messy.
A row of ear rooms were built with red bricks on the east and west sides to serve as kitchen, pigsty, cowshed and chicken house. There is a big camphor tree in the middle of the yard. It is twenty meters high. It has luxuriant branches and leaves, emitting the smell of camphor.
The wood of camphor tree is hard and beautiful, which is very suitable for making furniture and boxes. Therefore, there was a custom in ancient China that if a family had a daughter, they would plant a camphor tree in front of their door.
When her daughter gets married, she will cut down the camphor tree and beat it into a camphor wood box as a dowry.
Zhangshu Village is just like its name.
Almost every family has camphor trees in front of their doors. Especially in the center of the village, there is an old camphor tree that is more than 300 years old. It is a living fossil in the village and a place for villagers to enjoy the cool and chat.
The rest of the open space in the front yard is used as vegetable fields, including beans, cabbage, pepper, eggplant, cucumber, winter melon and other common vegetables.
It looks like a small world full of vitality.
Poplar came to the well at the northwest corner of the courtyard, bailed out a bucket of well water and washed his face. The whole person was shocked. This is an ancient well, which is the same age as the old house. The wall of the well built with green bricks has been covered with moss.
The well water is clear and sweet.
The old people in the village told me that the whole village went to this ancient well to fetch water earlier.
Now every household has built a pressure well, and wealthy families have even installed a water pump in the well to use the "tap water" made by local methods, which has long since stopped coming.
…………
Breakfast is simple.
The cabbage just picked from the vegetable field, the leaves are picked and served cold in water; Braised cabbage stem with millet pepper, then stir fry with rapeseed oil for a plate, the fragrance overflows; Then there is a dish of shredded pork with green pepper, which is bright in color.
In particular, there are three local eggs on the table.
Because today is the first day of planting rice seedlings at home, which is called "opening the gate of rice seedlings" in the countryside. According to the local custom, each person has to eat an egg, which means "begging for the lottery".
Although the food is simple and there is no seasoning, poplar trees eat with relish. The vegetables grown by themselves are green, pollution-free, sweet and crispy, which is delicious.
With the unique fragrance of rapeseed oil, the poplar ate two bowls of rice unconsciously.
When he went to work in his previous life, he finished his work with two steamed buns in the morning.
"Look at your child, eat slowly, like a starving ghost reincarnated." Mother complained.
Yang Shu smiled, "Dad, Mom, I'm full. I'll go to transplant rice seedlings today."
"What can you do when you go? Study at home." The father sitting opposite the poplar tree was serious, his face was dark and hard, his face was bearded and slightly numb.
This is a typical face, digging in the ground.
My father is a person who loves face very much. He learned well from childhood and went to college all the way. Poplar is my father's face in the village.
Although he is silent, his father treats poplar as a treasure. In addition, poplar has been in poor health since childhood. Since poplar entered the county junior high school, he has never let poplar do farm work.
Not to mention transplanting, even cutting rice and poplars can't do it.
"Dad, I have graduated. I can't transplant rice seedlings. It's OK to help distribute rice seedlings. Anyway, it's boring at home."
Poplar is no longer a naive teenager when he was studying. He only wants to help his parents reduce the burden.
"His father, let the child go!" The mother helped to speak.
It occurred to them that their son had graduated and no longer had to study.
The father did not speak again, which was tantamount to acquiescence.
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After breakfast, the three members of the family took their tools and were ready to go to the ground.
On the way, there were three or two villagers who went down to the ground.
"Qigong!"
"Aunt Liu!"
All the poplar trees smile and say hello. A person living in a village can always get involved.
Seeing the poplar trees, the villagers were very enthusiastic. Some were called "college students" and some were called "Dunzi". They all nodded and praised and gave a thumbs up
Let the father in the front stand upright.
When I was young, poplar was a little fat man, so it had the nickname of "stump".
Poplar can only accept with a bitter smile.
When we get to the ridge, we should first pull out the seedlings in the seedling field, and then transplant them to the paddy field.
The father took the lead in getting down from the paddy field, squatting down and sweeping the paddy field with the straw binding the seedlings, which means to prevent "crazy seedlings", that is, swollen backs of hands.
In rural areas, we should pay attention to everything.
It's not feudal superstition, it's just for peace of mind.
Poplar threw off his sandals and followed him down to the field. There was a burst of numbness under his feet.
Barefoot that has never touched the ground is as delicate as a woman's skin. It can't stand a little friction. It's impossible to do farm work for the first time without a few blisters on your feet.
Only when thick cocoons grow on the soles of the feet can we walk as usual.
Like the father of poplar, he walked barefoot on the sand and gravel ground, not to mention on the soft paddy field, which is no different from walking with shoes.
Working in summer, never wear shoes when going out.
Trouble!
After getting used to it, the poplar felt warm.
There are corresponding acupoints on the feet for the functions of human viscera, so the sole of the foot is a very sensitive part of the human body. Only when you step on the ground barefoot can you truly feel the truth of the earth.
This is the blood relationship between people and land.
Poplar once heard from an old Chinese doctor in the village that farmers going barefoot to the ground is equivalent to a long-term foot massage, which is very beneficial to promoting blood circulation and relieving fatigue.
Perhaps this is one of the secrets of the village's 70 - and 80 year old people who are still strong.
"Son, beware of blood sucking insects!" Mother ordered.
The blood sucking insects my mother said were actually leeches, commonly known as leeches, which were very common in rice fields and would be bitten if I didn't pay attention. The leech is greedy. It will leave only after it has absorbed enough blood.
When I was young, poplar was afraid of it.
"Mom, I know."
The poplar said, pulling up a bunch of seedlings.
Embarrassed, he tried too hard to pull the fragile seedling in two, leaving the mud below the root, holding only a handful of leaves in his hand.
“……”
When parents saw him, they tacitly turned their heads.
The poplar laughed at itself and continued to pull up the seedlings.
About ten minutes later, in front of the poplar tree, a sudden symbol of "+1 agricultural proficiency" flashed past, and a transparent box loomed before my eyes.
