Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng followed the sound and came to his father. On a meadow about 30 meters away in front of them, there was an ant nest that looked like a steamed bun.

Ant nests are very common in the Northeast, but the size of this ant nest is a bit speechless.

According to Wan Feng's visual observation, the height of the tallest ant nest was more than one meter, and it might be almost one and a half meters high. Around it, there were several ant nests with a height of seventy to eighty centimeters.

Further out there are some obviously destroyed ant nests.

Those destroyed ant nests caught Wan Feng's attention.

"Dad, who do you think would come here to destroy ant nests for fun?"

Wan Shuichang frowned and thought for a long time: "People will definitely not come, so there are only animals. Among animals, who likes to make trouble for ant nests? Could it be a black blind man?"

Wan Feng took a deep breath: "Dad, I think we have to leave here. How much did you pick?"

There are black blind people nearby, of course they should stay away.

"It's about 50 kilograms, how about you?"

"I also picked so much. I guess it weighs more than 70 catties. If there is a black blind around here, let's withdraw. If we encounter it, it will be troublesome."

"Okay, anyway, the fungus is almost harvested. I didn't expect the fungus to be harvested so fast today. There is no problem with these 100 catties of wet fungus and more than [-] catties of dry fungus. Withdraw!"

Heixiazi is a very interesting guy. Despite his size, he likes to have trouble with some small animals, such as poking hornet's nests, digging out ant nests and so on.

It was someone's hobby, and Wan Feng and his son didn't want to have anything to do with it.

The father and two packed up the fungus they had picked, and exited the forest along the way they came.

Wan Feng picked more fungus than his father carried on his back. Wan Feng tied his father's two pockets, one in front of the other and the back drooping on his shoulders.

When the father and son came out of the mountain, they went directly to the wheat field at the foot of the mountain at 42, and walked along the edge of the wheat field to the dirt road specially used for grain hauling.

Chapter 5 Thirty: Transforming the Living Environment

At the end of July, the wheat fields were swaying. Although it had just rained, the waves of wheat were still surging wherever the wind passed.

Wan Feng stared at the wheat fields by the roadside as he walked. Today's wheat is not good. The ears of wheat seem not to be very big, but it is not bad either. It is just a normal year.

After this heavy rain, it is estimated that there will be no heavy rain for ten days and a half months. When the land cools down, it is time to harvest wheat.

After the wheat is flaked, and after a few days of drying, the Combine harvester pulled by the chain-track tractor will go into the ground to pick up the grain.

After collecting the grain in the front, someone in the back let go of the wasteland, that is, set the straw on fire and burned it.

Wheat straw has no economic value and cannot be used as firewood like soybean straw, so it can only be burned and used as plant ash.

Usually, the company hires some students who stay at home during the summer vacation. Of course, they must be older, because during the autumn harvest, there are no idlers in the company to do this, so they can only hire students.

After collecting and burning waste during the day, the tractor pulls the Wuhua plow to plow the land at night, and the plant ash is directly deducted into the field to become tomorrow's fertilizer.

Wan Feng misses the days of burning wasteland very much.

At first, each person in the company distributed a box of matches, and after lighting them on the wheat straw, they held the burning wheat straw with their hands and lit them one by one.

August is the hottest time, and the high temperature and the fire is a very painful thing.

But for students, these have been overcome, fun and money.

There are a few teenagers who don't like to kill and set fire...just kill.

Even though the little faces were red from being baked, they still enjoyed it.

Later, I don’t know who invented the method of using waste plastic belts to burn wasteland.

There are many machines in the company that use rubber belts, so they have accumulated a lot of them.

Cut off the rubber belt, light one end in the wheat field, and then people drag it slowly on the wheat straw.

People escaped from the fire in front and burned behind, black smoke billowed and flames shot up into the sky for a while.

In this way, people avoid the fate of being roasted by fire, and the work efficiency is greatly accelerated.

If you are lucky, you can even pick up the silly quail that was burned to death.

Quails are also quite weird, and I don't know what they are going to do when they get into the straw, and sometimes they are stupidly burned to death.

Although such things are rare, they do happen from time to time.

In two days, do you want to go to the fields with the students of the company to burn waste?

The company didn't pay attention to Wan Feng, who gave the piece of eighty cents a day, but it was still very tempting to be able to set fire unscrupulously.

How many times can a person's life be set on fire?

It was already eleven o'clock at noon when the father and son returned home. Zhu Min was deeply surprised that the father and son came back in such a short time and picked so many fungus.

It happened to be sunny outside, so Zhu Min immediately took the fungus to the garden outside to dry.

One hundred and twenty or thirty catties of fungus were dried in the sun and covered a large area, and it was really beautiful to shine in the sun after the rain.

After lunch, Jin Xingbin and Xu Jinguo mysteriously came to Wanfeng, saying that they were going to hunt Shanli and go to Dalinzibei Gangzi to steal plums.

Isn't this bullshit!

42 and the northwest of Dalinzi Brigade are surrounded by a small forest, and there are about a dozen wild sorbus trees in this forest.

It's just that the people here can't wait for the beans to rot, for fear that they won't be able to catch them when they are ripe, so they pick them back and put them in boxes for covering when they are only half ripe.

This kind of pear covered with raw pears is actually astringent and not delicious.

In his previous life, Wan Feng had also done such things with great pleasure, but now he has no interest.

As for plums, eat as little as possible, the words of burying dead people under plum trees should not have come out of thin air.

There is a family in the northernmost part of the Dalinzi North Gang. This family has a child who is about the same age as Wan Feng and the others. He should be named Wu Xiping. There are plum trees all around Wu Xiping's house, and most of them are yellow plums.

Wan Feng and the others had stolen many times back then, but Wu Xiping became their classmate in the end.

Since they became classmates, they didn't have to steal. When they were mature, Wu Xiping would pick a lot of plums for them to eat.

Anyway, you can't sell it for money, and if you don't eat it, it can only rot.

Wan Feng didn't agree to steal plums with them, nor did he agree to play ball. He wanted to design something in the afternoon.

"Dad, do you think it is possible to build a hut next to the wall outside our house?"

Wan Feng took Lao Tzu to the field, pointed to the field and said.

"A hut with a partition? Why a partition?"