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At dawn, Zhao Heng got up early, put on his clothes and ate his meal, and put the seeds in his back basket. He thought that there must be weeds in the wasteland, and there might be wild vegetables and the like.

When he arrived at the door of Zhang Qiao's house, Zhang Qiao had already got up and was pouring a bucket of water into the water tank.

"Zhang Qiao!"

Zhang Qiao was pouring water into the water tank. The water in the well is always cool in summer, and it poured into the big water tank with a splash.When Zhang Qiao heard someone calling him, he looked up and saw that it was Zhao Heng. He immediately put the wooden bucket by his feet, and beckoned to him, "What's the matter? Come to me early in the morning."

Zhao Heng wanted to go to the land allocated to him by the government, weed and plant some grain by the way. The seeds Jiang Yuan gave him could be planted all year round.

"I want to borrow a sickle. The field is still deserted. I plan to plant something in the field." Zhao Heng smiled brightly: "I can't just live by patchwork all the time. The land still needs to be planted."

Zhang Qiao looked at him with a smile, and said, "What is this? Wait a minute, I'll get one for you."

Then he turned and went to the woodshed. There were three sickles hanging on the wall of the woodshed, one larger and two smaller.

The bigger one is usually used by Zhang Qiao, and the smaller one is used by his mother and younger brother. The younger brother is currently working as an apprentice outside, and he will not be able to return until some time later.

It was still a month or two before the autumn harvest, so it would be no problem to lend Zhao Heng a few days.

Zhang Qiao thought for a while, seeing that Zhao Heng looked like a scholar, not as strong as himself, so give him a smaller one.

It's not that he didn't give Zhao Heng a bigger scythe, it's just that the big one is easy to scratch himself if he doesn't use it well. In contrast, the smaller one is more suitable for novices.

Zhang Qiao went out with a sickle, while Zhao Heng was still standing in the yard waiting for him.

Seeing Zhang Qiao come out with the sickle, Zhao Heng hurriedly took a step forward, took the sickle that was handed over, and turned it upside down. Although it was a bit small, it was just right for him.

Put it in the bamboo basket on your back, and said, "Thank you very much."

The field allocated to him is in the north of the village, where most people in the village own their land, and every family will come here during the busy farming season.

When Zhao Heng came to the land that belonged to him following the memory, the sun had already come out, and the morning sun shone warmly on his body.

In this weather, few people are working in the field, and it is the time when the ears of wheat are filling with grain. His land is not big, only one mu of land.

Looking at the weeds that were almost as tall as a person in front of him, Zhao Heng sighed deeply: Fortunately, I borrowed a sickle!Otherwise the weed could keep him busy all day.

Squatting down and grabbing a handful of soil, feeling it carefully in his hands, Zhao Heng sighed deeply, feeling that he had a long way to go on the road to open up wasteland.

This land is indeed a wasteland, and the soil quality is obviously not very good, but at least he has other survival skills, and he doesn't care about the harvest of this land, as long as the grain harvested each season is enough for himself.

He rolled up his sleeves and mowed the grass with confidence.

The handle of the sickle was wrapped with cloth strips. Zhao Heng bent over, holding the sickle in one hand and a handful of weeds in the other. He cut off the roots of the weeds with the sickle, and threw the cut weeds on the path next to the land with a wave of his hand.

After a while, the small piece of Zhao Heng's land next to the path was completely covered by weeds.

The sun was getting higher and higher, it was probably already time, and the sweat on Zhao Heng's body was like running water.

In such hot weather, if you stay any longer, you may suffer from heat stroke.Zhao Heng put the sickle into the basket, bent down to pick up a small pile of weeds, and threw them into the weed pit not far away.

This pit is specially used to place weeds in the field, which are often thrown here after several families pull out weeds.When the weed pit is almost full, it will be sold to cattle and sheep farmers.

After packing up his things, Zhao Heng walked towards home.

In the afternoon, the weather became hotter and hotter, so Zhao Heng waited until the end of Shen Shi, when the sun was not so harsh, before going.

After several hours of busy work, he removed all the weeds in the field.

Early the next morning, while the morning was still fresh, Zhao Heng asked Zhang Qiao to teach him how to plant seeds. The seeds Jiang Yuan gave him were all vegetables that were easy to feed, and he didn't care about the quality of the soil.

But Zhao Heng grew up in his twenties in modern society, and he always bought food in the supermarket. He only went to play in the field with his grandparents when he was seven or eight years old. Zhao Heng is familiar with some farm work, but he still doesn't know how to plant and transplant rice seedlings.

After reclamation, Zhang Qiao instructed Zhao Heng to quickly plant the seeds. The seeds had just been planted in the ground when a young man called Zhang Qiao: "Brother Qiao! Come on, I have something to do!"

Zhang Qiao embarrassedly said to Zhao Heng: "Zhao Heng, this is my cousin. He must have something to do when he came to call me, so I have to take a step first, and I will definitely come back to help you plant seeds another day."

Zhao Heng expressed his understanding: "Go ahead, I called you in such a hurry, so hurry up and see what's going on, don't delay."

Zhang Qiao waved his arms and left with his cousin, the sound of their hasty footsteps gradually drifting away.

After he left, Zhao Heng went back to get the bucket, and walked around the house, but couldn't find a stick that could be used as a pole. In desperation, he had to go to Zhang Qiao's house and borrow one from Zhang Qiao's mother.

It turned out that the sickle from the previous day had not been returned, and Zhao Heng was a little embarrassed to keep borrowing things from the Zhang family.

But before he went to the neighbor's house to borrow, Zhang Qiao's mother was resting at the gate of the courtyard, and saw Zhao Heng hurried home from a long distance away.

Remembering what her son said the night before that the Zhao family boy was busy working in the fields these days, Aunt Zhang wondered: Is there no utensils at home?This child has no parents, so if I help more, it is all for my own child to accumulate blessings.

Seeing Zhao Heng walking towards this side with two buckets, Zhang's mother couldn't help laughing, the child didn't have a pole to carry water.

During the busy farming season, every household uses a pole to carry water. If you use two hands to carry water, regardless of whether your arms are strong enough, if you keep carrying heavy things like this, the weaker person's arms may be dislocated.

Here, poles are often used when carrying water, especially for young or infirm people.

"Auntie, I want...to borrow a pole." Zhao Heng put down the bucket in his hand, scratched his head, and laughed.

Aunt Zhang guessed right, and agreed with a smile: "Hey, okay, just wait a moment, I'll get it now."

"Okay, thank you auntie! One day I made something delicious and I will be the first to send it to my auntie to taste." Zhao Heng smiled, said goodbye to Aunt Zhang, and went to the river not far away to fetch water .

After pouring the last bucket of water, Zhao Heng stretched his waist and dragged his exhausted body back home.

Standing in the yard, Zhao Heng was using the water from the well to scrub his body. The original owner gave him a body that was not too thin. Perhaps because his father was a scholar, his mother paid more attention to his health, and let the original owner follow the martial arts gym since he was a child. The master has been studying for a while.

I dare not say that martial arts are superb, but I can protect myself in case of danger, which can be regarded as physical fitness.

It was also thanks to his good health, otherwise he would have lost half his life running all the way to flee famine, but it's a pity that this Zhao Heng is not that Zhao Heng.