The end-of-life life of a mountain farmhouse

"When you come back, you want to carry oranges in your basket. How can you carry someone on your back? You can't do this."

"That's right." Yuzu suddenly realized. After thinking hard for a while, he touched his head and said, "Then I'll sit down first. I'm Yuzu. Come back and carry oranges. That's right."

correct?What's wrong!The one who came back was the fruit Xia Cheng, not the little fat brother. Lin Yang couldn't figure out whether this big fat baby who laughed all day and had a good temper was doing it on purpose or on purpose.

"What about my brother, Chengzi, what do you think of my brother's method, is it okay?"

Cheng Zi looked at the back basket, then turned back to look at his brother, as if he didn't understand the difference between what he said just now and what they had discussed before, but let his brother sit first, he understood.

He wanted to agree, but felt that something was wrong, Chengzi rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, you carry brother on the back of the basket, and then you hug me with your arms, wouldn't it be fine, how stupid."

Lin Yang was pissed off, I still think I'm stupid for cooperating with you, I can't make it through this day, I'm getting more and more arrogant, just like your father.

But this is the only way to go. If these two brats are allowed to discuss further, it will be dark before they arrive. They will definitely not be able to pick anything today, and they will have to go home empty-handed. Rolling in the mud, you can know what kind of storm you will suffer if you think about it.

Alas, it was too difficult, Lin Yang had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and walk towards the fruit-picking place with difficulty.

"Dad, are we going to Fengling?" Yuzu poked Dad on the shoulder.

He had only picked oranges in Fengling last week, and he still remembered it very clearly.

"No, Fengling's oranges are finished, so we'll go to the foot of the mountain to pick them, and pick them up to eat by ourselves."

The half of the hill in Fengling is full of summer oranges, because this year's prices fluctuate from time to time, and they were sold out last week.

"Oh, Dad, did our family make any money from selling the oranges?" Cheng Zi lay in his father's arms and asked him in a low voice with his head against his ear.

A child under three years old is already sweet and soft, not to mention that this is his own son in his arms, Lin Yang's heart softened, and all the dislikes he had before were gone with the weather.

He lifted it up in his arms, and replied cheerfully: "Yes, it's sold for money."

This year is a small year for planting summer oranges, and the fruit yield rate is generally not high, but their Lianhua Village has an advantage in the territory. Although the fruit setting rate is low, the summer oranges are big and plump, sweet and sour, and the taste is very refreshing. Worry about selling.

At the time when it sold the best, the wholesale price alone cost 3 yuan a catty. Last week, the fruit was contracted to a foreign boss to pick it by himself, but it was also sold for [-] cents a catty. After all, it was a mountain. Xia Cheng's income is about [-] yuan.

Of course, 4 yuan is not a net income. It also includes fertilizers, pesticides, and labor for fruit picking, and then splits the money for the saplings. This year, Xiacheng probably earned more than 3 yuan.

At the foot of the mountain, there are still more than a dozen summer oranges left unpicked. These varieties ripen relatively late, and they can bear fruit until July at the latest. He is not in a hurry. Otherwise, if you drag it to the street during the market, it will always be sold out if it is cheaper.

"Father, have we sold out our red bayberries?" Youzi likes red bayberries, which are big and round. Although he doesn't necessarily like eating them very much, it makes people happy to look at them.

"I left one for you."

Lin Yang thinks red bayberries are difficult to deal with, the shelf life is short, and handling is troublesome. If you pick them, you will sell them immediately, and if you can't sell them, they will rot in your hands, so you don't want to breed them.

There are only a dozen trees planted at home, and the fruit has been slowly bearing fruit in the past two years. The red bayberry fruit is very good, but this thing is precious. Every time he picks a few dozen catties and drags it to the fruit wholesale market in the county. On a lucky day It can be wrapped up by others. If you are unlucky, you can only spend a day guarding and selling it yourself.

Every time when the red bayberry is ripe, he feels very uncomfortable. It is a pity to leave it alone, but it is a pity; if he tries to sell it, he does not know how much time will be wasted, and sometimes he cannot sell it.

Therefore, their family now has persimmons, chestnuts, grapefruits, oranges, and tangerines. Yangmei, loquat, plums, and peaches are just a few of them that are meant to be planted.

"But you are not allowed to pick them today. There are red bayberries at home. If you pick them, you won't eat them. If anyone makes trouble, I will tell Dad and let him clean up you."

Yuzu continued to poke Lin Yang: "I want to pick red bayberries, but I don't like oranges."

"Hmph, I don't like pomelo yet." The fat doll whose nickname was Chengzi was not happy.

"Don't make a fuss, I'll pick enough for you tomorrow. We're going to make bayberry wine tomorrow, so I'm afraid you won't want to pick it."

"Ah, those red bayberries are so small, they don't look good at all." Cheng Zi curled her lips in disgust, and stretched out her fat and short little finger to gesture, indicating that there was only a little bit, and no more.

Moreover, the bayberry on the old tree is still very sour, with a big core and only a thin layer of pulp, which is not delicious at all.

It's not delicious, not fun, and not good-looking, which obviously dampens the enthusiasm of the two soon-to-be three-year-old children.

Lin Yang bit Chengzi's chubby face: "Stinky boy, I don't know how to appreciate it. This is a family heirloom left by my great-grandfather. Besides our family, look, who else in the village has such a bayberry tree."

Indeed, apart from their family, there are no wild bayberry trees that have not been grafted at all in the village. They are all new varieties. The bayberry fruit they bear is about the size of a walnut, and the seeds are very small. When you bite it down, the juice is rich and sweet. Nourishing, full of pulp, full of happiness.

Although Lin Yang disliked the time-consuming process of selling red bayberry, he liked to eat it very much. He could eat two catties without stopping.

However, the heirlooms and the like couldn't impress the little Pangbao at this age at all. After arriving at the destination, the two brothers left their old father in a hurry and prepared to climb the tree to pick out the birds.

Climbing up trees is unstoppable. He also did this when he was a child, so Lin Yang could only remind him repeatedly: "Don't step on branches that are not as thick as your wrists."

The twins can eat and sleep, and their arms are as fat as Michelin tires. Except for the chestnuts and pomelo trees that are mixed in, there is no summer orange tree whose branches are as thick as wrists, and the summer orange tree is not easy to climb. Small.

For chestnut trees and grapefruit trees, Lin Yang was not afraid of them climbing at all. He cut off all the short branches, and they would definitely not be able to reach the rest.

Even if they are enough, they can only hang on the branches and shake them for a while. If the branches are so short, they don't worry about getting injured if they fall.

The tree-climbing conditions given by my father are very harsh, but the twins are already used to this allowable range.

When they were younger, they often went to work in the fields with their two fathers. When they were tired, they would lie on the mat they brought, and when they were not tired, they would grope around. I put it in a basket and let my father pick it back. The dangling basket is very hypnotic, and I can sleep back into the cage.

So the twins are only a little over two years old, and they are lively and vigorous.Only a little over two years old, Lin Yang and Wenzhu often feel that they can't bear it anymore, and there is no one at home to help them, so they can only spend money to send them to kindergarten.

Anyway, they are so small, and they are not expected to learn anything.

Lin Yang is very self-aware. He and Wenzhu are not highly educated talents, and they don't have high demands on their children. At this stage, they just want to find a safe and reliable place to watch these two boys.

But if Wen Zhu knew this, he would definitely disagree. Wen Zhu felt that the reason why Lin Yang only went to high school but not college was because his family conditions did not allow it.

Lin Yang's parents died a long time ago. He was brought up by his grandparents. His grandma disappeared when he was ten years old. When he was 16 years old, shortly after his grandfather brought back the asparagus bamboo, he was gone.

His grandfather didn't seem to like his second uncle very much, and Lin Yang was not close to their family members. In addition, they had moved out of Lianhua Village long ago. After their grandfather passed away, they never had any contact with each other.

Moreover, 16-year-old Lin Yang, although he is still half a boy, his body has already grown up, and he looks like a boy.

Coupled with the fact that families started early in the countryside, my grandfather pointed out a male daughter-in-law before leaving. Although she was only 12 years old and only reached his chest, it also meant that he was already a man who needed to establish a family. .

After getting his high school diploma, Lin Yang didn't study any more, even if he wanted to, he couldn't get in. He wasn't suitable for studying at all.

At that time, there was an asparagus like a little fool in the family. Lin Yang didn't go out to work, so he concentrated on farming at home to support himself and asparagus.

Day by day, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The reason why Wenzhu thinks he is very good at studying is probably the influence of his childhood.

At that time, his grandfather had just brought him back from another world, and he didn't understand anything. Like a newly unearthed antique, Lin Yang believed everything he said.

But then it failed. After reading, reading, and TV and mobile phones, Lin Yangwei's figure has gradually disappeared from Wen Zhu's heart.

Especially after getting married, this layer of hero filters quickly disappears.

Lin Yang sighed deeply, where did the asparagus who would look at him brightly no matter what he said, where did they go, they have only been arguing for 4 years, sad!

Lin Yang also wants to re-establish his image in Wenzhu's heart, that is, to help Wenzhu find his way home (actually he is a second-year middle school student who wants to do something "shattering" in that world).

Lin Yang can also enter the world behind the mountain temple.

He was very excited at the beginning, but as time went on, he gradually understood what is the use of being able to travel to another world. Just look at his great-grandfather and grandpa. He almost went out to beg for food.

Here, he can neither make a fortune nor be promoted to an official position, nor can he develop a grand hegemony.

This is a ghostly place where chickens don’t lay eggs and birds don’t shit. Looking around, there are Gobi deserts and rocky mountains everywhere. If grandpa can pick up an asparagus for him as a daughter-in-law for decades, it’s only smoking from the ancestral graves.

But dreams are still necessary, Lin Yang thinks that the uncle and grandpa didn't find out that the equipment is not enough.

After he earned money, he changed the shotgun to the cannon, and replaced his grandfather’s [-]-bar with a diesel-burning tricycle. After he was ready, he drove straight in one direction. nothing.

well!It seems that there is no difference between the tricycle and the 11 bars of grandpa and the [-] road of grandpa.