After hearing this, Zhou's father and mother thought that Xu Laoer was now a high-ranking official in the county. His family and his eldest brother's family had also invested so much money, and it was impossible for them to just watch others embezzle their money.
Thinking this way, the two elders felt more at ease. "Youngest is right. Second brother, you should work hard and learn the technology well. Electricity is much more convenient to use. We spent so much money to build this factory, so we should be able to sell it for a lot of money in the future."
Zhou Huaijun nodded, "I understand. Don't worry, I'm an old man now, I know the seriousness of the matter."
"Go to bed early after we've agreed." Mother Zhou stood up and said to Zhou Jiaming and the others, "Jiaming has an exam after the holiday, so he should stay home to review and look after his younger brother and sister-in-law. Xiaoqian, Jialiang and the others should get up early tomorrow to help carry the rice seedlings."
"Oh~" Zhou Huaian turned his head and glanced at Zhou Jiaming who had a bitter face, "College students, you have to take exams after the Dragon Boat Festival?"
Zhao Huifang rolled her eyes at Zhou Jiaming and said, "Of course not. The water has already reached your mouth, but you still don't know how to work hard. You're busy watching TV and catching fish all day long."
Zhou Jiaming glanced at Zhou Huaian with resentment and said, "You'll take the exam in one more week." What a fool is my dad. He knows that I have a hard time getting into Baima Junior High School, but he still calls me a college student. He clearly wants me to get beaten!
"Boy!" Zhou Huaian looked at his resentful eyes and rubbed him with a smile, "If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll also get a knife. Try your best. If you can go up, go up. If you can't go up, come back and transform the earth!"
"Oh!" Zhou Jiaming felt that he would rather help pull the seedlings than review at home. It was too difficult! I don't know what happened. In the past two weeks, every time I read for more than ten minutes, I would fall asleep. What should I do?
Zhou Huaijun patted him on the shoulder gently and said, "Jiaming, work harder. During the time that Second Dad worked at the power station, what annoyed him the most was that he didn't read enough books. Huaiqing understood what the master taught him after reading it twice, but Second Dad needed to read it several times before he could understand it."
Mother Zhou looked at her grandchildren and sighed, "You have such a good opportunity now. When you were old, you couldn't even study if you wanted to."
Zhou Huairong and others felt that what their mother said was right. When they were in school, their family had no money and no food, so they were busy going up the mountain to find food to fill their stomachs every day.
Otherwise, with such a good opportunity now, it would be easy to get into junior high school!
"Okay, it's starting to rain again. Let's go back to bed and get up early tomorrow." The old man stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Back! Back!" Zhou's mother turned off the TV, unplugged the antenna, and waved her hands to drive Zhou Jiakang and the others out like she was chasing chickens.
When the little ones saw that there was no TV to watch, they all rushed out, "Let's go home! Let's go home!"
Zhou Huaishan picked up the sleepy Zhou Xiaolin, and Li Qiuyue held her son, and they all trotted out of the yard in the drizzle and mist.
Zhou Huaian closed the gate, and the family washed up and went back to the house. Yang Chunyan said to him, "Jiuer ran out when you weren't paying attention, and when Xiaolong saw him go out, he followed him and crawled away quickly.
I'm worried that if the two of them go to play by the fish pond and no one sees them, something bad might happen. When we come back tomorrow at noon, we'll find some wood from the pile behind the house and use it to fence off the fish pond."
"This is easy. Find thirty or forty calf-thick trees, split them into sharp pieces and stick them into the soil. Then weave some bamboo strips together and you've made a fence."
Yang Chunyan recalled the wooden fence Zhou Jiakang made when he opened a farmhouse. "It's best to burn the sharp end. Carbonized wood can be used longer."
"Yeah!" Zhou Huaian waited for her to put Xiao Jiuer in the crib, took a small piece of clothing to drive away the mosquitoes in the mosquito net of the crib, put down the mosquito net, climbed onto the big bed quickly, and put down the mosquito net and pressed it down.
He reached out and hugged Yang Chunyan, "The mosquito coils I bought smell very strong. I think the ones you made are better. Make some more when you have time."
Yang Chunyan found a comfortable position and nestled in his arms. "The mugwort leaves, elm bark, mint leaves, and charcoal ash are all ready upstairs. I'll make them when I come back from the bamboo forest tomorrow."
"Yeah!" Zhou Huaian's hand gently stroked her back, "Old Xu said that his second son is here. Didn't you see how he looked? He was so happy like a fool."
"I'm pregnant!"
"Yes! He told us when he met us tonight. Keep it a secret and don't tell my sister-in-law and the others."
"I know!" Yang Chunyan said with a smile, "Xu Hongbing really likes children. In the past, his family would probably have had seven or eight children."
"Seven or eight! Forget it, I'm tired just thinking about it. When Jiu'er is three years old, we will have a second child. If we have a sister, Jiu'er will have a sister. If we have a son, it's fine too. The two brothers can discuss things with each other."
"Let it be!" Yang Chunyan yawned twice, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, the alarm clock rang a few minutes before five. Yang Chunyan quickly turned off the alarm clock and pushed Zhou Huaian, "Get up."
"Hmm!" Zhou Huaian glanced at her sleepily, "I'll take a nap for two more minutes, then I'll get up."
"Yeah!" Yang Chunyan put on her clothes, got out of bed, touched and looked at her son who was sleeping in a big letter shape on the small bed with his limbs spread out. She leaned over and kissed him, then she turned the door and went out. She heard the rustling sound of a big broom sweeping the floor.
This is the case with the elderly people in my family. Whenever there is something happening at home, they are the first to get up.
Yang Chunyan unbolted the door to the main room and opened the door, "Grandpa, old man, you are all up!"
"Hmm!" Zhou's father, who was sprinkling water on the rice seedlings with a gourd ladle, turned his head and asked, "Is the youngest one up?"
"I'll get up right away." Yang Chunyan took the towel from the basin rack and put it in the washbasin, then walked towards the kitchen. Zhou's mother was sitting in front of the stove and lighting a fire.
"Are you hungry? I have heated up some rice dumplings and salted eggs. If you are hungry, eat one to fill your stomach.
"I'm not hungry! I'll eat when I come back later."
"Yes, there are a lot of leftovers from last night. I will cook the pig food first and heat it up later."
"Hmm! How long did it rain last night?"
"The dripping water won't stop until the rooster crows." Zhou's mother carried the kraut in the basket to the stove and started to cut it. The six piglets were already half grown, and they ate a large pot of pig feed every two days. The bran was not enough, so they had to rely on the straw bran at home to feed them together.
Yang Chunyan had just finished putting the water in the backyard when Zhou Huaian came in with his slippers on, yawning and saying, "Hey! When the old man saw you got up, he went to knock on the window and door to wake me up."
Yang Chunyan smiled and handed him the towel, "Why don't you use mine?"
"Hmm!" Zhou Huaian took the towel and covered his face. As soon as the cold towel touched his face, he instantly disappeared from sleepiness. "It's comfortable. It's better to use cold water to wash your face in the morning."
"Youngest, hurry up and leave. Your old man and the others are gone." Zhou's mother shouted from the back door of the kitchen.
“Here it comes!”
The two went to the front yard and saw Zhou Huairong and the others had arrived. Some of them were carrying baskets, some were carrying backpacks, and some were carrying hoes, and they were walking towards the gate.
Yang Chunyan hurriedly took her apron and went out with Zhou Huaian to catch up with the main group. They jumped over the ditch in front of the door, crossed the corn field, walked along several ridges, and went down a high ridge. They saw that there were already people bending over to pull up seedlings in the rice field below.
"Aunt San, why are you here so early?" Zhao Huifang shouted.
Aunt Zhou straightened up and said, "I still have to sell tofu and bean curd before noon. Come early so that you can do more work while it's cooler."
Zhou Huaizhong said with a smile: "You have more people, so it's easy. It won't take more than two days to plant eight acres of land."
"You have few people and little land, but you still spread the seeds the same way!"
The old man looked at the seedlings in the third room's rice field, raised his head and looked over at the eldest room's rice field, seeing that no one was in the field. He shook his head and carried his hoe towards the rice field that was separated from the third room by two large fields.
The group arrived at their own rice field. The sky was still gray. It was the morning after the rain and even the air was moist with a smell of earth. Dewdrops were still hanging on the green seedlings in the field.
Father Zhou put down the basket, picked up the hoe and said, "Huai Rong and I will go dig the furrows of the last two mu of land. When it's almost done, you can carry the seedlings over."
"I'll go with you." The old man also walked away carrying his hoe.
Yang Chunyan and several others tied the rice seedlings around their waists, rolled up their trouser legs, took off their shoes and stepped into the rice field. They half-knelt, stretched out their hands, grabbed the lower part of a seedling, and pulled it up by the roots. The sound of water caused by pulling up the seedlings could be heard in the rice field.
In summer, there are a lot of mosquitoes in the morning, buzzing around you constantly, and the sound of slapping mosquitoes can be heard from time to time in the fields.
Seven people worked together and were all efficient. In just over ten minutes, piles of rice seedlings were placed in the rice field.
Zhou Huaijun looked at it and said, "Third brother, you and the youngest brother go to play the game, I'll come back later."
"Great!" Zhou Huaishan picked up a few handfuls in one hand, put them neatly in the basket after going ashore, and after filling the basket several times, he said to Zhou Huaian, "Youngest, let's go!"
"Okay!" Zhou Huaian picked up a few bunches of rice seedlings and went ashore. He picked up the pull rod in the backpack and followed him to the paddy field next to him.
Zhou Huaishan dismantled the guy wire rod, measured it on the ridge of the field, and inserted the guy wire rod into the paddy field.
Zhou Huaian pulled another bamboo pole and let out the line while walking to the other side of the ridge. He measured it again and inserted the bamboo pole firmly into the paddy field.
Pulling wire to transplant rice seedlings can maintain the row spacing and plant spacing of the seedlings, and it is also conducive to ventilation and light transmission after the seedlings turn green, tiller, and grow dense.
Zhou Huaishan stood on the ridge of the field, grabbed a handful of seedling heads, and threw them hard into the center of the paddy field. The seedling heads flew gracefully from the air like hydrangeas and fell into the paddy field.
After throwing all the seedling heads in the basket, Zhou Huaishan went to the field, picked up a seedling head, held the seedlings in his left hand, and used the thumb and index finger of his right hand to divide the seedlings into 3 or 4 plants. When throwing the seedlings, he pinched the roots of the seedlings with his index and middle fingers and quickly and shallowly inserted them into the fine mud in the water.
When transplanting rice seedlings, the depth of the water in the field should just cover the mud. If the water is too deep, the seedlings will have difficulty taking root and will easily float away. The number of seedlings in each nest should be roughly the same. Too few or too many will affect the autumn harvest.
Zhou Huaian came back after pulling the line and saw Zhou Huaishan tying the line. He picked up a piece of seedling head, went to the field to take it apart, bent down, and planted the seedlings evenly, three nests on the left and three nests on the right.
The planted seedlings should be arranged neatly and in one line horizontally and vertically. There should not be any seedlings planted too sparsely or no seedlings at all.
After Zhou Huaishan had planted a row of rice, he saw Zhou Huaian was planting rice, so he pulled out the wire rod, measured it, inserted it into the paddy field, and ran to the other side of the field. (End of this chapter)
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