I really just want to make money

Chapter 257
"Of course not!" Zhang Hua said with a smile: "You are just unlucky, it's all luck!"

"You can't play tricks!" Kang Youming reminded: "There is no distinction between young and old at the poker table, and I can toast you a few more glasses at the wine table!"

Card players are black-hearted, and they only want to win your money when they go to the table. Drinkers have a good conscience. I wish you could drink more.

The gamble started again, but the bet was always lost, and within half an hour the old man lost to the point of being impatient. Zhang Hua gave Kang Youming a wink, and the two began to let go. It would be better for the old man to win more than 20 yuan.

This made the old man happy, and after drinking another meal in the evening, the old man went back satisfied.

Zhang Hua and the others don't really have much fun here, they usually just eat, drink and play cards.

Especially in winter, it is often cloudy and rainy. Many people don't even want to go out, just hide in bed and watch TV.

Older ones like Zhang's mother would make insoles or sweaters, sometimes under the quilt, and sometimes they would fill a pot of charcoal, chatting and doing things together.

Roasting the fire made people lazy, Chen Jun hugged Xiao Pingan, leaned on Zhang Hua's arms, and said with some complaints: "It's not fun here at all, let's not live here for the elderly in the future!"

"It's all right!" Zhang Hua said with a smile: "Actually, it's the same when we get used to it. When our parents get older, the housework will fall on us. At the end of the day, we will cook, wash clothes and clean up. More than half of the day has passed, so it's natural to feel uncomfortable when you are so idle."

"Don't you have any fun here?" Chen Jun asked, "What did you play when you were young?"

"What can children play?" Zhang Hua said with a little sigh: "You can have fun all day chasing and playing, grabbing a few stones to play, throwing mud and bubbles to play, but you can go to the fields to catch loaches and eels. Small fish and shrimp or something!"

As for rubber bands and marbles, these are the toys of the post-[-]s generation. For Zhang Hua, a post-[-]s generation, there are actually even more scarce toys to play with.

Zhang Hua looked at the straightened water line under the eaves, and said with a smile: "Today's rain is a bit heavy, and there should be good weather tomorrow. The Chaomen field beside the dam can be plowed out first, and some loaches and eels should be turned up." !"

"Can you plow the fields?" Chen Jun asked.

Zhang Hua nodded and said with a smile: "That's for sure, it will be at the age of 13, and I can just pull the plowshare at that time."

"Isn't the plow head pulled by the ox?" Chen Jun asked curiously.

Zhang Hua said with a smile: "But when you turn a corner, you need to drag it. It is not so easy to drag a plowshare that weighs tens of kilograms with your feet stuck in the mud."

"It's too early to transplant rice seedlings, why choose to plow the fields in such cold weather?" Chen Jun asked puzzled.

Zhang Hua sighed and explained: "Because there are not many people who raise cattle. We have more people and less land here. We also need to grow vegetables and beans in the corners of the fields. In this way, it is difficult to cut the grass. Raising a cow requires a lot of money. Go around and mow grass to feed.

Therefore, basically a production team will only raise one or two cows. Therefore, if you can’t turn around, if you don’t grasp the time of winter, you may not have the opportunity to plow the field when you get busy. Less than [-]% or more. "

"Isn't it okay to put a little more fertilizer?" Chen Jun asked.

Zhang Hua shook his head and said: "No way, plowing can not only weed the field, but also make the soil softer, so that the roots of the seedlings can grow better. Instead, turn up the silt earlier to dry it in the sun, so that the nutrients in the soil The portions will be more generous!"

"What is the logic?"

"Sunshine, rain and dew are nutrients."

"Anything like that?"

"This is the fact. Even if the soil is turned up earlier and exposed to the sun for two days, the yield will definitely be higher than if the soil is dug later and less exposed to the sun for two days."

Zhang Hua is still very sure of this point. After all, in places where the per capita land is less than one mu, everyone will come up with any method that can increase production.

The next day was very foggy, and usually the sun would come after the fog cleared. Zhang Hua went to the cattle farmer's house to invite someone early, but they could lend Zhang Hua the cattle to plow for a day because they wanted to see if the sugar cane was not available.

Thinking that being idle is also idle, Zhang Hua brought the ox back with the plowshare on his shoulders, and then directly drove the load to the ox's neck inside the dam, then tied the plowshare to it, and was ready to plow.

Zhang Hua's family only has more than one mu of paddy field, so if you hurry, it can be plowed in one day.

At the beginning, Chen Jun watched Zhang Hua play with curiosity. When Zhang Hua was about to drive the cattle to the field, he asked in surprise, "Are you really planning to plow the field yourself?"

"That family has no time, so they can only plow by themselves. If I don't plow, it's my father's job to plow."

"It's very cold at this time."

"It's okay, plow for a while, it won't be so cold after working hard, and it won't be so cold after the sun comes out for a while."

"It's actually not that cold!" Zhang's mother came over and said, "In the production team, I remember one year when it snowed and I was still plowing the fields. After a while, my hands and feet were frozen, and a fire was built on the ridge of the field. , plow for a while, get up and bake, then plow for a while in the afternoon when it gets warmer, that would be sad!"

"Can't we wait a few days before plowing?" Chen Jun asked puzzled.

Mother Zhang shook her head and smiled, and said: "That's up to you. When you eat a big pot of rice, there are rules for everything. You can count how many things you do every day. It doesn't mean that you can do what you want, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to." Do."

Chen Jun was silent. She was actually a person who came from that era, so she naturally knew what was going on at that time.

Zhang Hua was about to drive the cattle to the field when he suddenly stopped and yelled. After the cattle stopped, he went back to the house and took a basket and tied it around his waist, and then drove the cattle out of the field.

As soon as his feet stepped into the field, Zhang Hua felt a bitingly cold. He gritted his teeth and endured it for a while. After walking around and getting used to it, he slowly recovered.

The big black cow walked hard amidst Zhang Hua's whistle, and Zhang Hua controlled the depth and width of the plow by holding on to it.

If the plow is straightened, it can plow deeper, and if it is flattened, it can be plowed shallower. If it is too deep, it will be laborious, and if it is too shallow, the effect will not be achieved. The same is true for the width. At the same time, the inclination must be controlled. Let the upturned mud fall in one direction.

In this way, a ditch can be plowed out with one plow, and it is not so strenuous for people to walk in the ditch. When turning back, it is easier for cattle to walk in the ditch, and the soil can be turned into the ditch for the second time. inside.

(End of this chapter)