Winter wheat has higher requirements for soil fertility, so you have to be careful with the soil. Moreover, although the yield of winter wheat is not as good as that of potatoes, the price is definitely higher.
Even if you take great care of it yourself, it might not be much different.
Other families in the village also attached great importance to carrying soil.
They also grow some winter wheat.
The potatoes were for our own consumption, while the winter wheat was for selling to make money.
Wang Guifen got up and cooked a pot of millet porridge. She put more than ten large potatoes on the steamer rack, stir-fried two kinds of pickled vegetables, and ladled out a bowl of pickled chili sauce.
The pickled vegetables and millet porridge warmed me up nicely, and the large potato was evenly spread with fresh and spicy chili sauce. One bite and I felt that it was fresh, fragrant, and delicious.
After a simple, delicious, and filling breakfast, the whole family took their tools for carrying soil and headed out.
Many people had already gathered on the village road, traveling together.
The barren mountain is quite a distance from Shanshui Village. There are few people here, and the nearby hills and trees are enough for boiling water and cooking. No one bothers to clean up the back, so it is unclaimed.
The further you go, the more overgrown the weeds become, and the more difficult the path becomes to traverse.
Apart from Fan Jin's family, who had two carts, only the old village chief's family had two carts in the village.
The two brothers, Li Wen and Li Wu, pulled the cart until it couldn't go any further. The three brothers then unloaded the carrying pole, bamboo baskets, backpacks, hoes, shovels, and other items from the cart before continuing onward.
The same applies to other households.
Wang Guifen gave each person a soft, thick piece of cloth to put on their shoulders—to reduce the pain when carrying soil later.
Otherwise, with the weight of the carrying pole swaying from side to side, your entire shoulder will be red, swollen and bruised in just half a day!
"Sister-in-law, when did you make this? It's such a soft fabric!" Zhao Lan exclaimed with delight, holding the piece of cloth that was about the width of a carrying pole and two fingers thick.
Zhang Hui touched it again and again, and asked with great affection, "Where did you get such soft fabric?"
My sister-in-law is so generous; she made some for each of them.
“Didn’t Shuiqing ask me to make clothes for her family before? I had some leftover fabric scraps, but she didn’t want them. So I collected them, intending to make shoe uppers. It just so happens that they come in handy here,” Wang Guifen said cheerfully.
It wasn't the fabric she kept for herself, so there's nothing to hide.
The other women standing beside them cast envious glances.
Sun Jinhua felt a pang of sadness.
Such good fabric could have been used to make shoe uppers. Hu Shuiqing is such a spendthrift; he gave it all away to Wang Guifen for nothing.
Fan Erzhu and his men followed with their heads down, carrying carrying poles.
They don't have a cart or a wheelbarrow; they have to carry soil on their shoulders all the way tonight. By the time they get back, their shoulders will probably be so sore they won't even belong to them anymore.
Fan Erzhu recalled that when they delivered potatoes, everyone else ate fried noodles while they ate raw noodles, and complained to Sun Jinhua, "Mom, everyone else knows how to make these, how come you're the only one who doesn't!"
Sun Jinhua was implying that she didn't know how to do it, since there was clearly no fabric!
Suddenly, I remembered that Zhao Di had brought several sets of clothes back from Hu Shuiqing's house this time, which would come in handy.
She smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Alright, alright, I'll make some for you when I get back! Your sister happens to have a few clothes made of fine fabric." The fields are important, and her sons have worked hard; it's only right that she lends Zhaodi a few clothes.
Fan Erzhu and the other two were satisfied upon hearing this.
They don't have nice clothes to wear, so why should Zhao Di get to wear them?
That's fair.
Sun Jinhua looked at the head of the household, and this time he did not stop her.
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