Chapter 73: Sweat dripping down to the ground
Thanks to the efforts of these experts, Pang Guanqun's injury quickly stabilized.
Ren Xiyuan's internal injuries have also stabilized, and the doctor has also treated the gunshot wound in his calf, reducing the inflammation, stitching it, and giving him an IV drip.
However, Ren Xiyuan always felt something was wrong.
The wound has been difficult to heal.
Even if it heals, it will split again with the slightest movement.
Moreover, the tendons at the wound site have always been black, and after healing they can be seen through the skin, like a pattern, which looks very scary.
He asked the doctor, but the doctor didn't know the reason either.
They treated it as a gunshot wound and used the best medicine. Most people can recover slowly after a few days of rest.
But as soon as Ren Xiyuan moved, he felt a piercing pain in the wound.
Ren Xiyuan had no choice but to think of other ways.
If this injury doesn't heal, he will be no different from a disabled person.
After sending Pang Guanqun and Ren Xiyuan away, Yang Zengyue and his team's rice seedlings were ready to be planted.
In order to race against time, they must plant the rice seedlings before the end of July.
Yang Zengyue has been very busy these past two days. Fortunately, the sowing machine was hired by Uncle Fan a long time ago, and the seedlings in the field are growing very well. They look neater, more energetic and greener than other people's seedlings.
When the villagers saw this, they kept praising Yang Zengyue: "Manyue, you are so talented even though you have just started learning farming. Look at how well the rice seedlings are growing. It's really pleasing."
Yang Zengyue has always had a good relationship with the villagers. He blushed a little when he was praised, and replied with a smile: "Uncle Fan taught me well. I always do what Uncle Fan said, and he always solves any problems for me."
She still has a lot to learn about farming and a long way to go, but she is confident that she can grow these crops well.
After saying that, she looked at her paddy fields. This vast area was her property.
When I think about it, I feel really satisfied!
After planting rice on the day scheduled for the end of July, Yang Zengyue followed Uncle Fan's instructions and tilled the field again to make the chicken manure previously spread in the field more evenly distributed.
Once all their seedlings are planted, they can start building the house.
Yang Zengyue has been watching over the fields these days. The machine is planting rice very quickly, but some of the rice that is not in place still need to be planted again manually.
But not much.
It took them five days to plant nearly 40 acres of rice.
The sun at the end of July was really strong, so Yang Zengyue only let the machines work in the morning and evening, and let them rest at noon.
Moreover, there are only a few machines, and it needs to rest, otherwise the loss will be too great.
At noon, Yang Zengyue and the others also took a break. The sun was strong and they were not in a hurry to save every second.
In addition to the machines, Yang Zengyue also hired five workers to help replant the seedlings that were not planted properly. She and Chen Jiaer also joined in.
Leave Jiuxiao at home to look after the house.
The two men spent almost all their time in the fields during these five days, and the villagers felt very distressed when they saw this.
But it doesn't help much.
They are already busy with their own chores, and every household is so busy now that they have no time to take care of themselves.
Jiuxiao saw that the two girls' skin had become more than one degree darker in the past few days, so he thought of giving them some whitening herbal masks.
But don’t wait until the busy farming season is over, otherwise his two black granddaughters will come back, otherwise it will not be a good thing.
On the first day, Yang Zengyue planned to try to operate the machine to plant rice himself.
She sat aside and watched the machine operator operate: "Master Wang, does this machine work well?"
Master Wang, concentrating on operating the machine, replied, "Not bad. This is a rice transplanting machine that just came out this year. It's very convenient."
Yang Zengyue asked again: "You seem to be very good at driving. Is it easy to get started?"
Master Wang told her a few key points, then stopped the machine and asked her to try it.
Yang Zengyue happily took over the steering wheel and began to follow the steps given by Master Wang. She drove very slowly at the beginning. After all, the field was not like a flat road. It was deep and shallow. Sometimes she was actually worried that the machine would tilt to one side.
Fortunately, she was strong enough to hold the machine steady.
After two laps she had it figured out.
So, she and Master Wang took turns working on these dozens of acres of paddy fields, which made things much easier.
It feels really great to sit on the machine and watch the paddy fields behind you turn green.
After the machine-planted paddy field was completed, Yang Zengyue received the wages and the money for the machine, and bought some fertilizer to store at home. After finishing all these, they still had a piece of field to work on themselves.
On the seventh day of transplanting rice seedlings, Yang Zengyue and Chen Jiaer rolled up their sleeves and began to transplant the remaining six mu of land.
This was specially left by Uncle Fan at Yang Zengyue's request, so that they could personally experience and learn how to plant using the most ancient method.
Yang Zengyue knew that there wouldn't be that many machines in the end times, so they had to do many things manually.
At dawn that morning, she and Chen Jiaer had already finished their exercise, changed into warm clothes, and each took a bundle of straw from Uncle Fan's house and went to the rice field.
The seedlings have to be pulled up first, tied up and transported to the six mu of land, and then planted.
Yang Zengyue is already clear about these processes.
She has done this a lot before.
Because Fan Jinggang often helped her and her master, during the busy farming season, she would go down the mountain to help Fan Jinggang's family plant rice and harvest rice.
The only things she had not participated in were sowing, fertilizing and spraying pesticides, so she had to learn.
She taught Chen Jiaer how to pull out the seedlings and how to tie them up so as not to damage them. After a few times, Chen Jiaer mastered it.
Seeing that there were not many people in the field, the two men sped up their work.
When the sun was hanging on the eastern hill of Sikun Mountain, the two men had already pulled out all the seedlings and transported them to the fields.
The next step is to plant rice seedlings.
Yang Zengyue demonstrated one row, and Chen Jiaer followed her, planting the seedlings neatly. The spacing between the rows was probably not so even as if they were tied with string.
The two of them got a small piece of land in a short while, and they estimated that they could finish the six mu of land before noon.
Halfway through, the two of them ate three buns and drank a large cup of soy milk, which Chen Jiaer had placed in the space yesterday. After eating, they continued.
Soon, more villagers began to walk in the fields, and the two people could only change the speed of transplanting rice seedlings, which slowed down the process a lot.
The villagers looked at the two girls, who had measured the distance between rows as if with a ruler, and gave them a thumbs-up: "You two have such good judgment! Farming in Sikunshan will have a successor."
The two girls smiled innocently at the villagers and said, "Yes, we just want them to look neat and beautiful."
No other meaning.
There's no way around obsessive compulsive disorder.
The villagers smiled and left.
It's rare that young people nowadays like to do farm work, so they should be praised and commended.
Otherwise, in a dozen years or so, the fields would probably be full of people in their seventies.
All the young people have left the mountains, and very few have returned. Among those who have returned, almost none are willing to dig in the soil for food.
Farming nowadays is not just physical labor, but also requires keeping up with the times and understanding various tools and techniques. Young people with knowledge are unwilling to plant, and the older generation can do nothing about it.
You can only persevere on your own until the day you can no longer move.
It was not until eleven o'clock that the two girls finished their work, packed up the farm tools, washed their legs and went home.
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