[sd doujinxianliu] Jinse Wuxian fifty strings

The uncle came here to smooth things over, but obviously he was thinking too much.

The old man's words are not as easy to hear as the old man's, and they are even more detailed.

"The corn is taken away, what are the corn stalks for? Don't we have to remove the corn stalks next time we plant the land?"

Speaking of this, Yanyi only fully understood it, and it was a very simple way to clear it all at once, but I didn't understand it when I was a college graduate, so I needed someone to remind me.

Embarrassed, quite embarrassing.

The second master started from the other end of the cornfield.

Yanyi followed the old man, learning how to harvest.

It was the first time in his life that he held a sickle, but Yan Yi couldn't get it right.

After hanging the color several times, the fingers have nowhere to hang it, so it is a little flexible. The old man can collect ten stalks, and Yanyi can collect four stalks.

Behind him is the area where he first met the second master yesterday, and it has been cleaned up. Yan thought, didn't the second master be alone all afternoon yesterday?

"Grandpa, I want to ask something." It's not that he can't be idle, it's that the work is too boring.

The old man didn't bother to raise his head, and replied while he was busy, "Say it."

"Is the second master afraid of strangers?"

"Hiss—" The old man followed suit, and it was sudden.

The old man straightened up, looking at the place where the corn stalks trembled and fell one after another, "Scared of life? Him?"

"Yes."

Then bend over to work.

"Are young people talking so humorously now?"

"No, I met the old man here yesterday. I was looking for the road sign at the Sanchakou, but the old man accidentally covered the road sign with his clothes. I didn't see it, so I asked him for directions. At that time, I thought if He is also from this village, so I will follow him later, but he didn't tell me anything, and when I live with you, the second master doesn't seem to like talking to people very much."

"You mean this?" The old man turned around.

"Ah, that's it." Yan nodded.

The old man laughed and said, "You misunderstood, my companion just doesn't like talking to strangers, and I don't like bringing anyone into the village."

Yan Yi felt stupid for a while, "Why?"

"Because our family is in the village, we don't like to bring people into the village, and we don't like to bring people to our house."

"Oh, do you and the second master usually go to the fields together?"

"That is."

"I didn't see you yesterday, but I saw the second master."

"...I just forgot to take the pole and went back."

The bustling crowd, the not-so-spacious aisle, the big men passing by, holding poles in their hands.

Yan Yi has an impression.

After chatting to the back, it was all about the farm work that I didn't understand.

For example, what to do if the stalk is cut up.

The old man said that after harvesting, he asked neighbors to borrow oxen to plow the field, and turned all the stalks out to bask in the sun. After ten days and a half months, he would build the field ridges, pick out the stalks and pile them up in the corner to burn them. They were burned dry and let them cool down to make fertilizer. It works very well when it comes to stuff.

Yan has never had the concept of a pair of farm work. "So complicated."

"Well, I also found it troublesome at that time."

Yanyi wanted to see how much he had harvested, but found that his back could not straighten up, so he was nailed to it, and it hurt sore when he moved a little.

"What's the matter?" He didn't hear the sound of moving the sickle, but when the old man turned his head, he saw Yan Yi's motionless posture.

"My waist...can't straighten up..."

"Hey little nerd, how long have you lasted?"

The old man said, walked over, stuck the sickle into the ground, stretched out his hand and patted Yan Yi's waist, and asked, "Try to straighten up slowly?"

The more you shoot, the more vigorous you are.

The second master felt thirsty, so he bundled up the crops and put them aside, threw the sickle around, and frowned when he saw the results of the two people on the ground, "What are you doing? So little?"

"The little nerd said he couldn't straighten his back."

The old man frowned even deeper. "Can't get up straight?"

"It's not surprising, some of the young people nowadays have done farm work, but they are still little nerds."

Yan Yi grinned his teeth after being photographed, and said for a long time, "I'm not a nerd."

"It's really useless." The second master pulled the old man's clothes and pushed them away, raised his leg and kicked, and directly greeted Yan Yi's waist.

At that moment, Hikoichi seemed to hear a bone creak.

He went down facing the loess.

Yan wanted to cry out for pain, but turned his head to meet the sharp eyes of the second master, and dared not cry out again.

When I got up from the ground, I heard the second master say, "Isn't this all right?"

The old man was very happy, and he didn't mind letting Yan Yi see it.

The old man sat down in the empty space covered with corn leaves, and took a few gulps from the water bottle.

Grandpa is very busy.

Busy spreading out his clothes to fan the old man.

Yan was taken aback when he saw it.

The old second master stopped frowning, and glanced at the quantity harvested by the old man on the ground, in a bad mood, "Lazy again, what have you been doing for so long."

"Be a master and lead newcomers."

"You have a reason every time."

"What I'm saying is true."

"Which time you are lazy is fake."

The old man fell silent, and kept fanning the wind. Yan Yi saw that the second old man hesitated to speak, and probably swallowed it all because of the old man's hard work.

So funny.

Yan Yi took out the camera from his bag and smiled, "Shall I take a photo of you two? It's a souvenir."

"Okay."

"No."

The two uncles looked at each other.

"That's it."

"casual."

......

Yan Yi blushed, "Should I or should you both explain clearly."

The second master said, "I said whatever I wanted."

"Then I'm free."

Yan Yirang sat on the ridge of the field, with other people's corn in the background behind him.

The second master had a serious face, and Yan Yi trembled a little.

"Second Master, you...smile..." The camera raised in front of him didn't dare to press the shutter.

"Ha, don't make it hard for him. He won't and won't like this."

As the old man stood up suddenly, he was startled.

"What are you doing, old man?"

The old man didn't say what to do, and walked out of the cornfield with slow steps.

Farther.

Yan Yi stared at his back, watching him go into other people's fields and pick something on the scarecrow.

When he came back, he had something that looked like a bamboo hat in his hand.

It's a straw hat.

As soon as the old man sat down, he put the straw hat on the second old man's head, and smiled wickedly, "It's so beautiful."

"Idiot." The old man rolled his eyes, but he didn't take off his hat. In fact, it was just a matter of shaking his head.

After the photo was developed, the old man on the top seemed to be a little more serious. The old man smiled very happily, and the hand on the old man's shoulder was even better than V.

The hat is a bit small, hanging obliquely on the old man's head, and it was still sliding down when the photo was taken, and the result of the photo almost covered the eyes.

Behind the blue sky and white clouds.

Golden corn.

The old man asked to see the photos, Yan Yi hesitated and handed over the photos with the old man's encouragement.

I heard the second master muttering, "I'm obviously smiling."

Yanyi finally understood why the old second master in the photo was more serious.

He was actually laughing.

Then he tensed up.

The old man was dragged by the old second master to harvest a piece, and he would not be lazy if he stared at the work. The old second master's general idea was to ask Yan Yi to rest.

Watching the figures of the two of them disappear among the crowded corn stalks, the sound of sickles began to linger.

Yan Yi put aside the kettle that the second master had just drunk, opened another, and took a few sips for himself.

The well water in the old man's house is really sweet.

Yanyi carried the water bottle over to the old man's side, wanting to take a break and drink some water.

When I arrived, I was a little surprised that I didn't see the old man.

The old man bent down to harvest alone.

Looking around, I saw someone lying in the corner of the emptied land, with a straw hat covering his face.

Get a good night's sleep.

Still old man.

Hiko didn't understand.

The old man dragged the old man and said it was to prevent him from being lazy, but the old man lay down and slept so blatantly, it is impossible for the old man not to see.

Hearing the movement, the second master stopped his movements, and turned his head to see Yan Yi, who was facing the sleeping thing on the ground with a puzzled expression beside the pestle.

"how?"

"Ah?" Yan Yi returned to his senses, "It's nothing, I'll bring you water, do you want to ask the old man to get up and drink?"

"No, he's sleeping."

The second master did not reject Yanyi's kindness, which made Yanyi feel relaxed, which he always felt afraid before.

Yan Yi handed over the kettle, then stared at the sleeping old man on the ground, and was puzzled.

"Is he sleeping strangely?"

Yan shook his head hurriedly.

The second master was surprisingly peaceful, no longer the repulsiveness of being thousands of miles away from yesterday.

He said that the old man used to have better physical strength than him.

He said that the old man didn't like to sleep before.

But after getting older, it's the other way around.

This is the first time that the second master has said so many things about the old man.

The old man turned over, and the straw hat slipped off his face.

The second master stepped forward and covered the straw hat to block the sun, then turned around and continued to work.

Everything was over quickly, Yan glanced at his watch when the work was over.

It was almost twelve o'clock.

But my stomach rumbled.

The two uncles who were walking in front met yesterday for the first time, one in front of the other, and the two big bundles of corn stalks bent the shoulder pole into an upside-down crescent moon.

This time Yanyi didn't jump around again, An An quietly followed behind.

In the hot and dry surroundings, it didn't take long to see a layer of sweat on the neck of the old man in front of him.

Yan Yi felt that he hadn't done anything well, so he had to do something.

So he confided that he wanted to contract the cooking project.

The two uncles were quite surprised, after much deliberation, they refused.

The old man pointed to Yan Yi's hand with four or five band-aids on it, and said that if he wanted to help, there were plenty of opportunities, and he didn't have to deal with his own hands.

Also that old saying.

The visitor is the guest.