Any clods of earth that are slightly larger must be crushed, and the soil in the ground must be sieved.
But the fields he had cleaned up were all extremely neat and tidy.
So just after the Ye family had turned the fields for two days, people from the village came to watch.
The young people came here to join in the fun, but the old hands who know the business can see a lot of tricks.
"Brother, it's almost done. The cornmeal you turned over is finer than the cornmeal my father grinds."
"Come on, what your father grinds is not called cornmeal, it should be called grits."
"Second brother, how can grass not grow if the ground is turned so finely?"
Ye Lao Er straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "It would be great if the grass didn't grow here, but there is no such good thing!
“For a piece of land like this, if you till it carefully, the crops will grow well, and the weeds will naturally grow better.
"How is it possible that only crops grow and no grass? If such a good thing happens, don't forget to come and tell me."
"Then why are you going through so much trouble to turn it over?"
It’s not that the young people in the village want to make things difficult for Ye Laoer, but the main reason is that the Ye family has been too diligent these past two days, so that those who have come to see them have started educating their own children when they go home.
"Look at the Ye family, they have already started tilling the soil.
"Look at you, you've gained weight eating at home all winter, why don't you do some work to burn off some weight?
Otherwise, we won’t even have to kill a pig during this year’s New Year. With you here, we’ll have enough to make lard.”
This scene of dialogue has been frequently played out in every household recently.
This invisibly made Ye Laoer "make many enemies" and also aroused the fighting spirit of many young people in the village.
"It's just farming, who can't do it?"
"That's right. No matter how capable Second Brother Ye is, he just came back and has no idea how to farm inside the Great Wall."
"That's right. Besides, we were born and raised in the village. Apart from anything else, how can we be worse than Second Brother Ye in farming?
"Anything else?" the person next to him turned and asked him.
"The four brothers of the Ye family are all tall and strong. We can't compare to them, right?"
"Stop using height as an excuse." Someone beside him immediately jumped up and down, "Why, only tall people can farm, so short people can't?"
"I didn't say no. Didn't you ask if there was anything else? Why are you saying you're angry?"
People were working hard in the fields and arguing loudly at the edge of the fields.
There were only a group of old men holding pipes in their mouths, squatting on the side and looking particularly leisurely.
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