American Ranch

Chapter 731 The Fields
The corn in my hometown has just been harvested. When visiting, many late-harvesting or lazy neighbors are still tearing the corn husks at home. The half-green corn cobs are piled up like a hill, exuding a fragrance of corn.

Besides corn, soybeans are another major fall crop.

Some families wait until the bean seedlings in the field are half-dried, and then invite a harvester to go through them, and all the chubby soft beans will be threshed, and after two days of drying, they can be bagged and stored in storage, or if they meet a buyer with a good price, they simply Sell ​​directly in the field!
If you want to save some money, you are reluctant to hire a harvester. Harvest manually with a sickle, and dry the seedlings and pods together. After a few days, the pods are crispy, and when you step on it, there is a crackling sound, and the half-dried soybeans fall off. up.

It’s just that whenever this season, drying corn and soybeans has become a unique scenery in the countryside. Corn cobs and bean stalks are everywhere in the yard, on the roof, and on the road!

Some are thin-skinned and only occupy a small half of the asphalt road at the door of the house, and vehicles passing by will basically not cause trouble.

But half of the majority of families don't need dough so much. They are spread directly on the main road, stretching tens of hundreds of meters, full of thick bean stalks, not to mention the feet of people coming and going, and the car is laborious to run!

If it is a battery motorcycle, it can make you tired!
The worst offender was the cyclist.

Strong and strong old men have to enter the slow motion mode when riding a bicycle on it, and those who are a little weaker cannot ride at all, so they simply push and walk
Thanks to the "Every Village Connected" policy, the village also has a small road with a width of three to four meters, and it is passing by the door of the house, and it is much more convenient to go out and go directly to the road.

More than four acres of land in my hometown was contracted to my cousin's family. Without the harvest of crops, naturally there was no need to dry them.

Originally, when I came back yesterday afternoon, an aunt who liked to take advantage of small things across the street was drying bean stalks at the door of Qin Yi's house, but in the evening, Qin Yi asked the other party to gather them back.

It's fine if you're not at home, but now that you're back, you can't let others do whatever they want, and you can't bother yourself for the convenience of others!

Moreover, there is a layer of fine fluff on the surface of the pods. After drying, they will become dusty when they are crushed and blown by the wind.

So let’s ignore other things, for the sake of the health of the daughters-in-law and children, don’t let the bean straw hang out at the door of the house!
After lunch, everyone got together to chat, and Qin Yi ran out of the house with his daughters-in-law.

It's rare to come back, and I have to show you the scenery of my hometown.

In fact, my hometown is located in the plains, with no mountains or water, so there is really no scenery to enjoy. Except for the large farmland, there are villages separated by three to five miles. At a glance, there is not even a small rolling hill. Also really nothing special.

But it is not appropriate to say that there is no water. Three to five miles north of the village, there is a river that stretches for several counties, leading to the Ying River and finally flowing into the Huai River. The river is also more than ten meters wide, which is considered a big river.

The seven off-road seats rented by the airport happened to be fully occupied by Qin Yi and others, and the children could only sit in the arms of the girls, laughing and laughing all the way, and ran happily towards the embankment.

If you want to deeply experience the rural scenery, it is best to do electric tricycles!
Qin Yi had already borrowed it from a neighbor's house, but it was a pity that one or two o'clock in the afternoon was the hottest time of the day, and he was running around in the sun on three wheels. King.

The north of the village was singing a big show. Qin Yi drove south, took a half-circle along the small road, and turned onto the provincial road in the east of the village. The newly built provincial road ran north-south for two years, flat and wide, and the car ran north. In a few minutes, the three-meter-high embankment was in sight.

But the girls were first attracted by a cotton field and clamored to come down.

In the United States, crops are generally grown in large producing areas, and cotton is mainly distributed in the south.

As an animal husbandry and wheat producing area, Montana hardly sees cotton, so the girls feel fresh when they see the cotton with white cotton wool.

Recently, autumn has been breezy and sunny. Cotton bolls are blooming one after another in the sunshine. Among the green or half-yellow leaves, there are densely dotted with fluffy white cotton balls. They are white and fat, and they look very gratifying.

Angel cheered and ran up, and the girls also posed for pictures, happily, making Qin Yi, who was used to seeing the farmland in his hometown, feel that the scenery was beautiful
In addition to cotton fields and sweet potato fields, large tracts of farmland have been replanted for wheat.

At this time, it has not yet sprouted, and the ground is a khaki-yellow, only occasionally dotted with green in the fields, which are pumpkin seedlings or vegetable gardens, cabbage wrapped in the heart, small white radishes, etc.

The coriander grows close to the ground and is spread into a big ball. It doesn’t look very good, but it has a strong fragrance; there are also bean seedlings, which don’t have a vegetable shelf, grow in a fluffy ball, and there are not many fruits. enough.

The cotton is growing well, so the owner of the field is naturally busy. At this time, the whole family is dispatched, carrying bamboo baskets and cloth bags, rushing to harvest high-quality cotton.

This pleasing white and fat cotton boll is most afraid of sudden rain, otherwise it will damage the fiber, not only the appearance is not good, but the quality is also greatly damaged, and it cannot be sold at a high price.

This cotton field is in the neighboring village to the east. Qin Yi doesn't know the other party, so the other party naturally doesn't know Qin Yi either.

However, Susa and the others are a group of foreign faces, which are resounding living signs. The owner of the land, who was still suspicious, immediately knew the identity of Qin Yi and others when he saw them, so instead of caring about their family playing around in the field, he And there is honor!
Out of politeness, Qin Yi pulled his neck and said hello after a long distance: "Busy, fellow!"

A simple sentence dispelled a lot of embarrassment. The old man of the host family only knew how to giggle, but half the sky looked neat and tidy. He walked over to say hello with a high-pitched voice. I invited Qin Yi's family to taste it.

After chatting casually, the girls satisfied their curiosity, so Qin Yi took everyone into the car and walked away without delaying the owner of the land.

Sitting in the car, the melons smelled sweet, not only Angel, but the girls were also greedy, but Qin Yi stopped him, washed them twice with the clean water he brought, and peeled off the skin of the melons before he was relieved.

It's not that Qin Yi is tossing around, he has always had the idea of ​​being unclean and eating without getting sick, but his hometown has the habit of applying pesticides, especially in the cotton fields, if he doesn't spray pesticides three or five times, the harvest will at least be halved !
Therefore, the melons in the cotton fields can't be eaten directly. The adults may be fine, but the three babies still have to breastfeed, so you can't let your temper.

Melons are not as big as those in the pasture vegetable garden, and the taste is naturally not as good, but they are still crisp, tender and sweet.

While pointing at the simple rural buildings, chewing them crisply, for the girls who see everything fresh, there is a quaint charm.

"Dad, I want to eat that, big gourd!"

The car was slow, while Angel gnawed on the melon, she turned her head to look at the gourd seedlings on the side of the road. When she saw a few half-hidden fat gourds on the pile of wheat straw, she couldn't help showing curiosity and begging pitifully.

The car had already passed by, and the girls all turned their heads to look back. There are no gourds growing in the pasture. They are also very curious about whether this vegetable is delicious!
"Well, pick one when I go home at night, stir-fried gourd with pepper, it's a very good dish!"

Qin Yi nodded naturally, and he hadn't eaten it for many years. At this moment, when he mentioned it, he also felt a greedy feeling, thinking that if he got some small fish, wrapped in batter and deep-fried until crispy, it would be a shame. Abalone is not changed!

(End of this chapter)