When Huang Xiaofu heard that it was Wang Huijun who did it, there was no doubt about it.
Seeing that he was still standing at the door, Old Mrs. Wu waved her hand and said, "Get up quickly, you're blocking the wind at the door. Can't you see I'm sweating profusely?"
Huang Xiaofu pouted, left the doorway, and touched his back. Indeed, the weather was getting hotter and hotter.
Leaving Grandma Wu's house, I counted the chores I had done that day on my fingers: the pigs were fed, the pigsty was swept, the backyard was turned over, what else was there?
"Don't forget to fertilize the backyard!"
Grandma Wu's voice came from inside the house, and Huang Xiaofu was startled awake. Hey, I almost forgot, the ground was turned over, but we didn't fertilize it.
In Huang Xiaofu's mind, fertilizer was human excrement, and his disgust lasted only a few seconds before he ran out the door.
There aren't any here, but luckily he's not one of those gloomy types, and he's gotten to know quite a bit of the villagers lately.
Where there are people who collect night soil in the village, there are naturally people who compost.
He doesn't need much, can't he just borrow some?
After winding through the village, we finally arrived at a remote spot where a man with two indistinct objects stuck in his nostrils was struggling to lift and lower a shovel.
Huang Xiaofu greeted him with a smile from afar, "Uncle Meng!"
Hearing the sound, Meng Yi turned around and saw it was the lively young man who had just arrived in the village. "What's wrong?"
Huang Xiaofu ran up and stuck two fingers into his nostrils, saying in a muffled voice, "Uncle Meng, are you all alone? How long will it take you to shovel all this manure?"
Meng Yi looked into the giant pit...
"It's okay, I'm used to it. I'll be done in about three days."
It's said to take three days, but it might not even be finished in ten days. This giant pit contains not only human excrement but also the excrement of the village's livestock.
Huang Xiaofu gave him a suspicious look. "I think there are quite a few."
Meng Yi placed his hands on the shovel handle and looked at him. "What's wrong, kid? What's the matter? Don't you find it smelly?"
Huang Xiaofu smiled with narrowed eyes and took out a bottle of wine from behind him. "Isn't this a special gift for Uncle Meng to show my respect for your hard work?"
"Whether the crops in the field grow well or not depends entirely on you, Uncle Meng, shoveling manure and composting it."
Meng Yi raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, "You're absolutely right, young man. The compost I compost plays a huge role. Every day during the harvest season, whether we can harvest more depends not only on the crops themselves, but also on how good my compost is."
"That's right, that's right."
Meng Yi glanced at the wine in Huang Xiaofu's hand, then looked away. "You came to me wanting some money to go back to?"
Huang Xiaofu clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Oh dear, our Uncle Meng was truly prescient!"
Meng Yi turned around without even looking at him, "No way."
Huang Xiaofu was bewildered. "Why?"
"These are all village property. Giving them to you is like taking away the village's property, isn't it?"
Huang Xiaofu opened his mouth, then held it back, and after a while said, "Uncle Meng, I don't want much. Besides, how can you say it's about digging up the village's property?"
“This manure was produced by everyone, so we all got a share. It doesn’t count as taking a corner of the village’s property. Turning this manure into fertilizer is all thanks to your skills, Uncle Meng. I can’t steal your skills, can I?”
Meng Yi turned around and looked Huang Xiaofu up and down. "You're quite the talker, aren't you?"
"I'm not just saying this, I'm stating the facts. Your cooking skills can't be given away for nothing, so I brought you a bottle of wine as a token of my respect."
He stuck the shovel aside, took the wine from Huang Xiaofu's hand, and said, "Okay, how much do you want? Go shovel it yourself."
Huang Xiaofu was overjoyed and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Meng."
"Alright, alright, there's a bag over there, help yourself. You've worked all day, let me have a sip of wine first to satisfy my craving."
"Okay."
Huang Xiaofu didn't mind getting dirty. He took the shovel from Meng Yi and started shoveling. He didn't stop until he had filled two large bags.
Meng Yi took a small sip from the bottle, smacking his lips as he drank, which made Huang Xiaofu laugh.
"Please drink, I'll be going now."
"Let's go, let's go."
"I'll get more if it's not enough!"
Meng Yi slammed the bottle down, laughing and scolding, "You brat, one bottle of wine and you think you can shovel up as much manure as I want? Don't you know how much work it takes to compost!"
Seeing Huang Xiaofu wave goodbye and leave, he sighed with regret, "If someone could take over the job of cleaning the latrines, my life would be much easier."
Huang Xiaofu dragged two large bags of fertilizer all the way home. When he got to the door, he saw Huang Xiaoqiang in the yard and hurriedly called him to come out and carry them.
"Where did you get this from?"
Huang Xiaofu covered his mouth, about to speak, but then noticed that Old Lady Wu had come out of the kitchen, so he shut his mouth again, saying, "I'll tell you later."
Luckily, I noticed a bottle of wine on the cabinet by the door before I left, and I took it. Otherwise, it would have been really difficult to bring this fat man back today.
Huang Xiaoqiang's attention was entirely focused on his grimy hands, and when he saw him covering his mouth, the disgust in his eyes was practically bursting out.
When Grandma Wu came out, she saw the two brothers carrying two bags of manure that were almost overflowing towards the backyard.
His gaze swept over Huang Xiaofu's smiling face, and he nodded in approval. It seemed that he was more at home in the village than in the city.
Grandma Wu and her two sons lived well in the village, but her sons in the city did not.
"Where's Dad? He's not back yet?"
This was the first thing Huang Xiaomin said to Li Jin'e.
Ever since Huang Mancang ran away from home, Huang Xiaomin and Huang Xiaoguo have been saying the same thing every time they enter the house, without ever changing their tune.
Li Jin'e rolled her eyes at her husband. "No, no, it's been two months. I don't know where he's having fun. Asking is pointless."
Huang Xiaomin sighed, "All he knows are scoundrels and cronies, what decent people are they? What's so carefree about him?"
Wang Huijun placed the cooked meal on the table, and Huang Xiaoguo, who hadn't said a word, frowned and asked, "What is this? How are we supposed to eat this?!"
Wang Huijun shrank back, pursing her dry lips. "We paid off thirty yuan of debt this month, and the remaining money is just enough for us to eat. Otherwise... we might not even have anything to eat in the days to come..."
Huang Xiaomin craned his neck to look and saw only clear, watery rice soup, so clear you could see your reflection in it. The rest was just cornbread and pickled vegetables.
We'll still give each person one steamed bun; there won't be any more than that.
Huang Xiaomin sighed, missing the days when Grandma Wu was alive, eating meat heartily, dumplings one bite at a time, and steamed buns the size of a fist.
Every few days, we can cook meat and stew fish. Our staple food is still white flour steamed buns, but occasionally we can change things up and eat white rice.
What is this?
The Hao family next door eats better than them.
well......
Huang Xiaoguo grew angrier the more he looked at Wang Huijun. He couldn't blame his own father, and his anger simmered longer each day. His gaze towards Wang Huijun became increasingly cold.
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