The He Family Brother of Farming

In the peaceful village, the surrounding area was still dark before dawn, only the sky on the top of the mountain was dimly lit.Some of the rooms down the mountain are already lit up. Listen carefully, and occasionally there will be a little "cracking" sound.

There was only a bit of light from the fire in the earthen stove, it was a woman's face, her brows were slightly frowned on her dark face, her eyes were staring at the fire but she was a little dazed, and she was just habitually flicking the firewood in her hands, letting the pot above The porridge is ready soon.

"Squeak——" the door was pushed open. Although the visitor wanted to make the noise as softly as possible, the wooden door was not strong enough, and the sound was still made. It had already sounded at ordinary times. Under intentions and during this time period, the sound You can even hear the room next door.

The person who was lighting the fire in front of the stove turned around, only to see a figure walking from the dark, and said casually: "Get up."

"Yeah." The figure didn't enter the stove, but walked away and took two wooden barrels and a pole under the eaves and went out.There is not much water in the big wooden tank at home. Taking advantage of this time, no one will pick up a few loads earlier, so there is no need to wait in line with others.

"Be careful when it's dark."

When the man was about to go out, the woman hurriedly got up and chased after two steps to remind her man in a low voice.

The man picked up the barrel and left without looking back, only waving his hand to show that he heard.

In fact, except for the small space in the kitchen, which was a little light due to the fire, everything outside is still pitch black. Even so, the woman stood at the door for a long time until the man's footsteps could not be heard. Only then turned around and continued to watch the fire.

Lishan Village is a small village, in terms of population, it is actually called Tun, and it is a small village with a population of less than thirty households.A place with a population of less than 100 is not very lively even during the day, let alone in the middle of the night.But although the population is small, the place to carry water needs to go to the middle of the village. Even in the middle, there are only a few prestigious families in the village, and the others live scattered around. It is possible to live in one family, not to mention that their home is still at the outermost edge of the village.

It took more than a quarter of an hour to walk from their house to the well, and I didn't know what the villagers thought about living so scattered among each other.It is probably because the village has a large area suitable for living. Anyway, the people here have lived here for three or four generations.

Although the population is small, the place is quite big, but there are mountains on all sides, high and low mountains stretch out, and there are also some villages, large and small, and these villages have one word: poor!

There are more mountains and less land suitable for farming. It is good enough for a family to count on such a small amount of land, let alone a surplus?It was a luxury to go a few generations ago.Fortunately, the roads in the deep mountains are not easy to walk, and the officials who come in to collect taxes are too lazy to come, so several villages in the mountains like Lishan Village have benefited a little in this respect.

The sky on the top of the mountain was white, and the man had already picked it up a few times in a hurry, and the empty wooden tank was also full. After meeting a few groups of people who were also carrying water on the road, and when the woman called to stop, the man I put the last load of water I picked up today in the yard directly. This is the washing water for my family.

The woman greeted her, "Master, the porridge is ready, wash and rest."

"Yeah." Taking the cloth towel from the daughter-in-law's hand, scooping up some water with a wooden ladle, and wiping off the sweat from his face a few times, he asked in a low voice, "Have you gotten up yet?"

The woman looked at the room, shook her head with red eyes, took the cloth towel from the man's hand and helped it to wash it again, wrung out the water and handed it to him.The man also took it in silence, and after a pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go to the town after harvesting the rice and find some work. My brother will be fine."

Looking at the man's dark and tired face, the woman opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just put on an ugly smile and said, "Let's talk about it after the collection is over, I'm still at home."

I couldn't help but burst into tears. I wiped the corners of my eyes with my hands, and said as I walked towards the stove, "I've cooled the porridge for you. Let's eat it first. I'll go and ask the elders and the others to get up."

"Yeah." The man sighed secretly. Although he felt sorry for his children, time waits for no one. If the crops in the field are not harvested quickly, if it rains, then this year's harvest will be over, and their family can still count on it. These things live.