Farmhouse Chronicle [Farming]

Chapter 1

Yangjia Village is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains. There is a big mountain stretching for dozens of miles on the east and west sides, and a small mountain on the south side. After turning over, there is another big village.Most of the people in Yangjia Village are surnamed Yang. If there are more than a dozen generations, they are the same ancestor. , the only ones who walk close are the uncles and brothers who live close.

In autumn, half-grown children in the village will go to the mountains to collect firewood, sticks, lumps or rake pine leaves, and pile them up at home for use in winter.Yang Tianlin's home is at the foot of the big mountain in the east, very close to the back mountain, so he goes up the mountain twice every morning, the first time to find dry firewood and rake pine leaves and then carry firewood back home, the second time The second time, just carry the raked pine leaves back home.

"Linzi, breakfast is ready, let's go after eating." Now the sun has come out, isn't it quite early to come back on weekdays, why did you come back at this time today.Although Yang Tianlin's grandma felt that his grandson must be lazy today, otherwise he would not delay returning home until now. Now that the sun is out, he will have to suffer if he goes up the mountain later.

Yang Tianlin went up the mountain early this morning, but there were a lot of people going up the mountain today, he raked a lot of pine leaves, but he didn't pick up much dry firewood, knowing that he didn't find any firewood or lumps, he was worried that there was nothing Back home, I couldn't eat anymore, so it took a little more time.Seeing that others had already eaten it, Yang Tianlin also wanted to eat it before going, otherwise there would definitely be nothing left in the pot when he came back.

"Then I'll eat before I go." Putting down the basket, Yang Tianlin was ready to add more food, but the person who spoke sounded like a child, and the voice was immature like a [-]-year-old child. Such a child would Up and down every day.

It is said to add rice, but in fact there is only a small bowl of rice in the pot. The only small bowl of rice is specially steamed for Yang Tianlin's father, and the rest of the people can only eat the pumpkin next to it and drink a bowl of rice in the noodle soup.

"What to eat, even the pine leaves are brought back at this time on weekdays, it's the first time I came back today, and what kind of things are you carrying back, they are all thin firewood, not enough to make a meal What are you using for the rice? Why don’t you hurry up to the mountains to gather more firewood and come back now, seeing that winter is coming, if you don’t collect more firewood, what will your grandpa cook for the fire in winter? There is no extra firewood for him at home Burn!" The woman who spoke was Wang Ying, Yang Tianlin's stepmother, and she was holding a piece of pumpkin in her hand when she was talking, and she could keep sending things to her mouth while eating, and by the way, she lifted the basket that Yang Tianlin had put down. At Yang Tianlin's feet.

Yang Tianlin doesn't care about women's words. Anyway, if he doesn't go to eat now, he still has to go. It will be hotter then, so it's better to go now.Yang Tianlin's grandmother is called Wang Guihua. Although she has the same surname as Yang Tianlin's stepmother, the two are not related, and even her mother's family is separated by several villages.Hearing that her daughter-in-law asked her grandson to go to the mountains immediately, Wang Guihua was a little unhappy. She is just such a grandson now, and she usually makes this woman torment him a lot. This stepmother really doesn't even want a little face!

"Ying, this kid has been hungry for a long time after going to the mountains, let him eat before going, and everything will be cold when he comes back from the mountains, the noodle soup is not good when it is cold." Wang Guihua naturally It is for the sake of her grandson, but what Wang Ying dislikes the most is that the two elders in the family are kind to the children. She has been married into the Yang family for several years, but she has never conceived once. Now she sees that the two elders are biased As a child, she felt that these preferences should belong to her child. Yang Tianlin was just a wild child thrown away by his mother. It would be good for the family to take care of him. He should work more and eat less.

Thinking about the child, Wang Ying became even angrier, and yelled at Yang Tianlin: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, how can such an older child be able to eat so well, this family will be eaten by you sooner or later! Still standing What are you doing? Didn’t you see the pannier at your feet? Hurry up the mountain with it on your back!”

"Grandma, I'll eat when I get home." Instead of answering Wang Ying's words, Yang Tianlin picked up the pan and put it on his back, said something to his grandma, then reached out and took a piece of pumpkin from the pot before leaving. For the piece of pumpkin he took before leaving, Wang Ying quarreled with Wang Guihua at home for a long time, and after Yang Tianlin came back, she didn't let him eat anymore, because she thought Yang Tianlin had already eaten it.

When Yang Tianlin returned home with the pine leaves on his back, the sun was already high, and he was sweating profusely. He was hot and hungry, so he quickly wiped off the sweat on his face and washed his hands, then ran to the kitchen. But when I went in, I found nothing, not to mention the pumpkin, and there was no noodle soup left.

"Linzi, don't look for it, Ying took away the rest, don't you still have to cut the grass for the pigsty, if you go out hungry, find some sweet potatoes in the mountains to eat. I’m afraid the sweet potatoes are still very young, so don’t go digging in our field, do you know if you find someone else’s?” Now the millet that was collected a few days ago is drying at home, and Wang Osmanthus wants to look at the millet at home and turn it over for drying. Yang Tianlin still had to go up the mountain. Hearing Wang Guihua's words, he habitually agreed, and then left by himself.

When he walked to the foot of the mountain with a basket on his back, Yang Tianlin ran into Hu Zi, who was about his age, and Hu Zi came back late today, but he didn't come back alone now, he didn't go back for a long time, so his mother I came to borrow him, and brought him food when I came, his little pannier was carried by his mother, and he was eating corn cakes.

The golden corn tortillas look like they are made of fine flour, and there must be no other coarse grains in them, so the taste must be very good.Looking at the pancake in Huzi's hand, Yang Tianlin swallowed unconsciously. After feeling his actions, he hurriedly buried his head in shame, only said hello to the two mother and son, and left.

"Aniang, why did you drag me just now? Linzi saw that he didn't have breakfast again. I'm full. I want to..."

"Do you want to give him something to eat again? My mother told you that you are not allowed to give him anything in the future. His family's life is better than mine. How can they starve him with only one child? If you let me know in the future, you will give him food." Thing, be careful that I will kill you!" He is pitiful, and his son is still pitiful!

Yangjia Village is not considered a very wealthy village, and most of the people can barely maintain food and clothing. This is a good time for the New Year, and if there is a famine year, they will not even be able to earn food and clothing.Life is not smooth, and people naturally have a lot of hard times. People who have lived through hard times cherish food. The corn pancakes are usually reserved for their own children, and there is no surplus for other people's children.

Yang Tianlin probably knew this too, or maybe he was born with a low face, and he would rather be hungry than ask someone to give him something to eat.

Yang Tianlin, who went up the mountain, only cut half a basket of old grass and felt very hungry. He looked at the raw land not far from him, and there were a lot of sweet potatoes planted in it, but it was not his own. Seeing that there was still a little distance from him, thinking of Grandma's words, Yang Tianlin squeezed his fists and hit his stomach hard twice, then decisively picked up his backpack and headed towards the opposite direction of his home.