Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Gu Siwei was not interested, but Zheng Youcai was very interested in it. He waited for everyone to finish talking about tomorrow's affairs and while they were working on their own, he took advantage of Tao Yisheng to rest and drink water.

"Old Taotou!"

Zheng Youcai got himself a bowl of water. Sugar was added to the water and it was quite sweet. After taking a sip, Zheng Youcai wiped his mouth.

"I have a great-nephew who has a good personality and is not very young, about fourteen years old...".

Before he finished speaking, Tao Yisheng replied directly to him: "No!"

"You meet me, if you don't succeed, forget it." Zheng Youcai was a little unwilling to give up.

Tao Yisheng didn't have that intention at all. He was originally waiting for Gu Siwei to bow down with confidence, but who knew that Gu Siwei had no interest at all. He had always been proud of his ability. If he hadn't been kicked out of the temple, if things had changed, before, the Qipin County Magistrate wouldn't have been qualified to put on airs when he saw him.

Now he wants to take someone as his apprentice to pass on the mantle, but he is being criticized.

He was already in a bad mood, and now Zheng Youcai joins in. Wouldn't it be very unpleasant? If it were any other time, Tao Yisheng would have gone to see the child if he was in a good mood, but now he was not in the mood at all and dismissed the matter directly. .

"I won't accept anyone who has parents."

What he said made Zheng Youcai speechless. He couldn't kill his wife just because his grandnephew wanted to become a disciple.

So Zheng Youcai drank the sugar water angrily and continued to do his work.

Tao Yisheng rested for almost five minutes, then picked up the hoe again, returned to the field and started to gather soil and pile up ridges for planting sweet potatoes.

Guo Shengshou saw this scene in his eyes, came to Gu Siwei's side and said with a smile: "Old man Zheng suffered the loss of being dumb."

Gu Siwei raised his head and glanced, a little unclear.

After Guo Shengshou said it, Gu Siwei understood.

"Hey, it's true. I'm pretty good at my craftsmanship. Why would I want to learn some craftsmanship from others? Isn't it just begging for food with a golden bowl in my hand?" Gu Siwei didn't understand.

Guo Shengshou laughed out loud: "Siwei, do you really not know or are you just making sarcastic remarks?"

"I didn't say anything sarcastic. What I said is the truth. Mr. Zheng's craftsmanship can be used as a serious meal in the future," Gu Siwei said.

It's not easy to earn a living with ordinary bamboo weaving skills, but with a skill like Zheng Youcai's, it's not a matter of making ends meet. When he came, he was called a master of bamboo weaving, and he was charged according to the size of the items he made. For example, a chair It can cost tens of thousands of yuan. You wouldn’t think that this thing was compiled by the master himself. The master drew a draft and it was all the sweat and effort of his apprentices.

Which master has a little bit of brains and doesn't make millions a year, so why should he learn other skills?

"Can a craftsman be considered a good craft to make a living? Craftsmanship is also expensive. No matter how good a craftsman is, it can't be compared to a random doctor. If you have a prescription in your hand to prevent illness, it sounds much better than a craftsman." Guo Shengshou said .

Gu Siwei smiled bitterly. How could he explain this? If Old Man Zheng lived to that age in a few decades, he would be able to make something that would be worth the income of an ordinary worker?

Even if Gu Siwei dared to say it, Guo Shengshou still had to believe it.

What else to say, nothing to say, I can’t explain this clearly.

"Then... I'm looking for trouble for Old Uncle Fulin?" Gu Siwei was a little belatedly aware of this.

"Is that so? It is a good thing for Dezhu to learn a craft. I am only grateful that you are willing to help Uncle Fulin. I have no other thoughts. Our two families are close to each other. When I mentioned that you came to Uncle Fulin, he praised you and said It's his destiny to meet someone like you... Our family is also blessed with destiny, otherwise it would be hard to say whether we would have enough to eat or not."

Guo Shengshou directly praised Gu Siwei to the point of being embarrassed.

"It's nothing. Don't mention it again." Gu Siwei didn't want Guo Shengshou to mention it again.

Guo Shengshou smiled.

The two rested for a while and worked separately.

When the sun went down, everyone carried hoes and returned to the old camphor tree in front of the house. The old people took out their smoking pots, or simply rolled up cigarettes with paper and started smoking. People like Gu Siwei, who did not smoke, He was holding a bowl of herbal tea and sipping it in small sips.

The work in the fields is easier now than transplanting rice seedlings, mainly because the body is always hunched over when transplanting rice seedlings. Now at least the waist is not bent at 90 degrees, and the feeling is much better.

In this rare relaxing time, everyone started chatting about other things, but as they talked, they ended up on the ground.

"If these lands have a good harvest this year, it will be great. Siwei, your family will have to build a house specifically to store these grains."

Zheng Youcai took out a piece of paper from his pocket, folded it, and tore it into pieces about five or six centimeters wide and ten centimeters long. He then took out a small cloth bag containing tobacco leaves from his pocket, and pinched out a piece of paper from it with his fingers. Sprinkle a small amount of shredded tobacco evenly on the paper, roll it up, put it to your mouth and dip it in your saliva.

Finally, he rubbed the two ends together, bit them, put them in his mouth, took out a match and lit them.

"How can we ask for so much? The villagers have all come to work and are sweating. It is impossible for me to regard all the grain produced as our own. We will see how much we harvest, and each family that comes to help will give some appropriately. , as if it’s worth everyone’s hard work,” Gu Siwei said.

Gu Siwei is not stupid. If he keeps so much food at home, bugs will breed, and the folks in the village over there are hungry. It doesn't matter once or twice. It would be terrible if it continues like this all the time.

Besides, to be honest, so much grain is really of no use to Gu Siwei. If he hadn't been so obsessed with success and liked everything big, the entire three to five acres would have been enough for him and the Sicui people to eat. Even if you have a family and children, you won’t be hungry.

When Gu Siwei said this, everyone became quiet. After thinking about it for a while, they felt that Gu Siwei did this really beautifully.

Not talking about aid, just saying that everyone's wages are paid, then the people who collect grain in this way will feel happy, and they will gain face and face, so naturally everyone will not be able to say anything. Otherwise, if the twenty acres of fields have a good harvest, how much will they get? People are jealous.

Even if he is afraid, he will inevitably have some thoughts.

That is to say, in this terrain, if it is around the village, it is really hard to say what will happen.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. If so many fields have a good harvest all at once, plus the original fields, I'm afraid the whole village won't go hungry." Liu Fulin looked at the fields and said leisurely.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei moved slightly. Originally, he was thinking about adding some ingredients to the fields to have a bumper harvest or something. But now when he heard what Liu Fulin said, he thought about it again and suddenly thought that he would just have to wait and see. Don't add more ingredients. Just make sure the yield is about the same when the harvest comes. Don't make trouble for yourself when the harvest is good.

At this time, Gu Siwei felt that what he was doing seemed a bit too ostentatious, but at this point, he didn’t say anything and just did what he wanted to do. Anyway, he wasn’t afraid of others doing it. If he didn’t have the ability, he could still do it. I really can’t get up.

Old Man Tao can do it, but there are a few people in these ten miles and eight villages who are as skilled as Old Man Tao.

If it were someone else, even if the boat could reach the bottom of the cliff, how could it be possible to climb up with a helicopter? You really dare to think that there are probably not many helicopters in the country now that can be used to deal with Gu Siwei. Isn't it a bit too much to look down on Lao Gu?

Thinking about things in his mind, Gu Siwei began to lose his mind again.

Until Guo Shengshou patted Gu Siwei on the shoulder: "Siwei, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about how to plow," Gu Siwei said casually.

Zheng Youcai said: "Plowing is not easy. If you have plow surface, everything is easy. If not, it will be troublesome and you have to buy plow surface."

The plow surface refers to the plow blade and the plow wall. In some places, the plow wall is also called a plow mirror. Some plows have two parts combined into one, and they are tilted at an angle to save labor. Now the plows in Shimo Village are like this. Slope plow.

"I have this. Last time I found someone to make one, but the wooden frame was not made," Gu Siwei said.

The last time he bought a knife from someone else, Gu Siwei had someone make a beveled plow mirror, but he never used it, so he didn't install it.

In fact, Gu Siwei didn't think of it. At that time, he was focused on building a house. He didn't have time to plant what land and how to plant it. When he ordered the plow, it was just a whim.

"Do you have it at home? Take it out and have a look."

A group of old men immediately became energetic when they heard that Gu Siwei's family had a plow mirror.

Gu Siwei stood up naturally and went into the house to feel around. When he came out, he was carrying a heavy plow in his hand.

Bang!

Throwing the plow mirror on the ground made these old guys feel very distressed.

"Be careful, be careful! Don't throw it away."

If you didn't know better, you would think this thing belongs to them.

"Don't worry, it won't break if you throw it away. If it can be broken by throwing it here, then I won't want it anymore," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

"Good stuff."

Everyone knew that the plow surface was made of fine steel as soon as they saw it, and the plow surface in their village was made of cast iron. Not to mention anything else, it was durable and corrosion-resistant. The plow surface in Gu Siwei's hands was the best. .

Tao Yisheng stretched out his hand and knocked on the plow mirror, and heard a clear ding sound from the plow mirror, with a lingering sound when he moved his fingers away.

"It's such a good steel mouth. It's a pity to make a plow mirror. A steel knife was a precious sword before I put it down." Tao Yisheng sighed a little.

"No matter how good the knife is, it belongs to someone else; no matter how wasteful the plow is, it is still your own," Liu Fulin said.

Tao Yisheng curled his lips and said, "This is absolutely right."

"Well, with this thing, the rest won't be a problem. Siwei, you can go tomorrow without worry. In the evening, we will get you a plow," Zheng Youcai said lightly.

Tao Yisheng said: "Don't bet on this. Other than that, finding a suitable plow shaft is not easy. The plow mirror only has 60%, and the remaining 40% is on the plow shaft."

"What's so difficult about this? There are a lot of trees around here. Let's see which ones to chop down tomorrow. Also, there is a pile of materials behind the Siwei House. I think there are some small ones. Let's just find a suitable place to use the fire to stop them and bake them. It's nothing more. It just takes a little more effort. But as agreed, the plow is ready, and we can use it in the future. Their plow is as if a stake has been directly inserted into it, and it is not slippery at all in the field," Zheng Youcai said .

Zheng Youcai has now joined the Liu Fulin family, and since he is with his apprentice Liu Dezhu, he naturally has to help with the work. The plows used for plowing the land were from the Liu Fulin family and Guo Shengshou's family in the branch village. They were not good ones, and the good ones were not theirs, so the plows were naturally not so smooth when plowing the fields.

Farm work is like this. If the tools are handy, your mood will be better. If the tools are not handy, you will feel bad and tired, and you will feel even more tired.