Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Do you want to beat this guy until his mother doesn't know him?Forget it, it's only a few dollars, and I will only live here for three days, so I don't need to cause trouble.

"Use the rest of the money to buy cigarettes for these buddies, Reiko! Stone! Let's go!"

Wan Feng picked up the luggage in his left hand and the schoolbag in his right, put two cigarettes in Zhan Ling's arms, and walked out of the store.

A few people laughed from behind.

"It's really unlucky, why did I meet a pig blowing bubbles today." Zhan Ling muttered as soon as she left the store.

"Is he a pig blowing bubbles?"

Pig blowing bubbles are considered useless on pigs, and they are thrown away when most people kill pigs.

It is not a good bird for a person to be given such a nickname.

"Pig Chubupao is not a thing in the village. I heard from my dad that he broke his arm."

He broke Zhan Honggui's arm?

"Then do you know when your dad's arm was broken by him?"

Zhan Lingzi shook her head: "I don't know, I was young at that time."

Zhan Ling is 12 years old this year. She doesn't remember explaining that it was at least six or seven years ago.

"Then did he lose money and squat on the fence?"

"do not know!"

You'll know when you go back and ask Zhan Honggui.

After all, the stone is small, happily holding a cigarette, chewing toffee in his mouth, bouncing around.

Wan Feng sighed, if Zhan Honggui's arm hadn't been broken, this would be a happy family even though it wasn't rich.

It's a pity that now, with one arm missing, he can only be regarded as a semi-disabled person, and he can't do a lot of farm work.

There is no laughter in his family, but fortunately there are two good children.

When they returned to Zhan Honggui's house, Zhan Honggui and Han Guang's family had already cleaned up Westinghouse.

Chapter 1192 Take me to see your home

Although the Westinghouse of Zhan Honggui's family is not occupied all the year round, and the main thing is to keep some rags, it is still very bright after tidying up.

Those tattered things were piled up to the top of the kang, and covered with a piece of old thatch, it looked neat.

From the top of the kang to the tip of the kang, there was enough space for Wan Feng and Han Guang's family to rest.

The kang mat was wiped clean, and a half-new thin blanket was spread.

Wan Feng is still very satisfied with this place, at least it is much better than those huts where he and his younger brother lived when his family lived in 42.

Han Guang's family looked at Wan Feng's luggage and frowned.

"Your eyes are stained? Why do you buy some mattresses and come back?"

"Look carefully, are these all mattresses? Don't you see that these two are a slap bigger than the other two?"

Han Guang's family was speechless: "Just one big slap can be used as a quilt?"

"It's no trick, just like this quilt, do you want it? If you don't want it, I will cover it at night."

Zhan Honggui came over at this time and said with a little apology: "I'm sorry, brother, my family is in a bit of a difficult situation, and there are no extra new bedding, so you can only make do with yourself."

"Brother Zhan, it's all right! The temperature is not bad in early October, just give us a little more heat for the kang at night."

"Okay, that's no problem."

"Hey! By the way, brother Zhan! Where's sister-in-law? Why didn't you see sister-in-law?"

"Your sister-in-law is harvesting soybeans in the field, and she can only come back at night."

Wan Feng glanced at Zhan Honggui's empty left arm. It was really impossible to cut soybeans with one hand, so he could only do some capable work at home.

"How much land does your family have?"

"Three longs, two longs of wheat, half long of corn, and half long of soybeans."

Although it is located in the Sanjiang Plain, the per capita land area is not as large as that of the Red Farm, because there are particularly many waterlogged and low-lying land, which is not suitable for farming.

Soybeans for a long time, seven and a half acres of land.

No more, no less, but it is a relatively huge project to rely on one woman to pay for it alone.

"Do you also harvest soybeans here with a sickle and then use a harvester to pick up the grain?"

There are two ways to harvest soybeans in the north. One is that the harvester directly drives in and harvests while the soybean stalks are standing. This is called Lianhe.

The advantage is that people do not have to work hard, but the disadvantage is that the loss rate is astonishing. The pods will burst when touched by the harvesting platform. The beans are everywhere, and even half of an acre of land cannot be recovered.

Therefore, this method is only sometimes used when harvesting wheat, and almost no one has used it for harvesting soybeans.

The commonly used method is to pick up the grain, which is to manually lay the soybeans upside down and spread them one by one, and then use the picking up platform to pick up the grain.

Although Shihe also has losses, its loss rate is much smaller than that of Lianhe.

Eight 90s northern soybeans were harvested in this way.

"Well! Pick up the grain, and hire a harvester to pick up the grain when it's down."

Wan Feng didn't say anything else, he walked out of the house while Han Guang's shop was selling luggage, and looked around in the courtyard of Zhan Honggui's house.

There is a chicken rack against the wall on the east side of the yard, in which more than a dozen chickens are raised, and one of them is a red-crowned rooster, which may not be recognized by Wan Feng, so when Wan Feng approaches, he stares at Wan Feng vigilantly.

Wan Feng ignored the coveted rooster and walked past the chicken rack to the outside of the pigsty.

There was a little pig weighing more than 200 kilograms in the pigsty. Seeing someone appearing, the little pig thought it was someone who came to bring it food, so it crawled out of the pigsty.The little pig ran to the pig trough and found that there was not even a vegetable leaf in the pig trough, so he began to grunt and protest.

It's only been three months since Chinese New Year, and this pig is getting a little small.

The growth rate of pigs in winter almost slows down. Another 32 catties for this pig is enough for it to grow.

This is a little pig.

Although the pigs at that time were not as big as the pigs of later generations, the pigs weighing no more than 250 catties were smaller in any way.

Wan Feng shook his head. Fortunately, there were only four members of Zhan's family, so there were few people and little food.

If this is a large population of more than ten people, it is estimated that it will be almost the same after the Year of the Pig is over.