It was noon, and the sun was hanging in the air, like a ball of fire. After several consecutive love days, the soil under the wheat roots in the wheat fields was still a little wet. If it were normal, it was undoubtedly against the common people. But now, when it was about to harvest the wheat, it was undoubtedly a good day. The hotter the sky was, the faster the wheat was ripe. What I feared the most now was rain. If it rained, the harvest this year would be better.

So at this moment, most old farmers in the country pray to God and Buddha to pray to the rain, and it is best to keep going on like this. It takes ten days and half a month to keep looking. When the wheat is harvested, it is not too late to moisten the ground. Farmers always rely on the weather to make a living. If there is less rain, there is a lot of rain. If the sun is strong, the sun is weak to save the sun. There is always a season to seek the method.

The wheat harvest was almost over, and almost like all old farmers in the north, when the wheat harvest was approaching, the officials of the family stood in the fields, looking at the grain, the land, and guessing the harvest this year.

Although there was no bucket of food at home, Uncle Yunpu, who was sitting by the ridge of the field, had a smile on his face.

Now, looking at the golden wheat fields, he felt relieved. Although it took two days to harvest the wheat, he was already 90% sure about the harvest this year. The wheat ears are fat and the wheat grains are rare in more than ten years. The wheat ears are as long as they grow, and the seeds are so solid.

The golden world in front of me was full of joy and hope for the future. He raised his eyes and looked at the golden field, and walked carefully among the ridges of the fields. The hands of the old silkworms gently stroked the wheat ears that had not yet dried but had long turned into golden. Several times, he suspected that his eyes were dizzy and he was dreaming.

However, looking around, the dense golden wheat ears were like shrugging gold, and their eyes were placed in front of him, looking at the fields. Looking at the land and thinking about the harvest, his heart was so happy that he was almost crazy!

"Haha! Will this year's harvest really be like this?"

The fatigue of the past will begin to make a summary here: from the bottom of the planting, until now, Uncle Yun Pu really hasn't taken a break for a moment. It just rained and scared the water, and his heart couldn't settle down like a bucket. His body was as tired as a dead snake, and his belly was not filled with fullness.

Not to mention the hunger in the past, only Yingzi sold her to eat porridge at home. Every time she went to the fields, she couldn't even raise her legs, and she was as thin as a pile of dead bones. Until now, after so many horrors and hunger, Uncle Yun Pu saw these ears full of grains. Why was he not happy?

This is what I can count on, and I have to carefully calculate it!

At the beginning, you must eat it with a lot of meals. The children are so hungry that they should make more vegetables and give them some meals to eat to raise their spirits. Then, sell a few loads of clothes and make some clothes to wear. The children don’t dress like a human. They spend a lively Mid-Autumn Festival and pay off all the debts. The remaining ones are kept for the New Year, and they have to prepare for the famine next year to receive new ones...

And the children are all about to get engaged, and Dachengzi is clamoring to get married everywhere. It is the second half of next year, and they will be given a marriage for each of them, so they can raise their grandchildren and become grandfathers in the next year...

There is a way to do everything, only one Yingzi is missing, which really makes Uncle Yun Pu heartbroken. If he had known that this year's harvest was so good, he would not be willing to sell Yingzi even if he killed him! Uncle Yun Pu is the person who loves Yingzi the most. Among his many children, only Yingzi is the best and can be the best to be filial to him. Now, Yingzi has been sold by himself!

I sold it to the bearded old man Xia, and I loaded it in a small cart. Where did I load it? Uncle Yunpu has not found out yet.

Yingzi is so pitiful! Poor Yingzi will never have a whereabouts from now on. The better the age, the more food you have, the sadder Uncle Yunpu becomes. Does Yingzi have no blessing in life to sit at home and have a full meal? If Yingzi could still stand in front of Uncle Yunpu now, he really wanted to hug this poor daughter and cry for a while!

Can't find it again! Can't find it again!

When he walked to the edge of the field again, he was smoking a dry tobacco with a "bada, bada" looking at the land, and he couldn't find it back. What else can he do? Last year, we couldn't let the whole family starve to death!

In addition, Uncle Yun Pu's heart was just happy and happy, and everything was done. He repeatedly told his son not to mention his little daughter anymore, and not to hurt his heart anymore!

Uncle Yunpu was not in a hurry at all because he had a solution and could eat a few meals in a few days. With real things to show them, if he had a few grains of rice, was he afraid that no one would lend him a loan?

The millet in the Eighth Master of He's family is now desperately trying to find someone to borrow, but I'm afraid you won't say anything. If you don't want to talk, he can send someone to your home. The price is not that expensive, only three yuan per loyment. Li Sanda's family also borrows grain at his house, which is six yuan per loyment.

However, Uncle Yun Pu was not interested in this. If he borrowed grain, he would go directly to the "agricultural company". I heard that it was a company run by the Prime Minister. There was no interest on the short-term loan of grain. Although the first two companies had no interest on borrowing grain, the two companies had big money and small money, and they were regained the same.

The agricultural company is still more practical. The official dou is used. He has seen that the same dou is used in and out, and the seeds. Only then did Uncle Yun Pu remember that the seeds in this field were still from the agricultural company to credit - seeds.

"Oh, I said that..."

After slapping his thigh, Uncle Yun Pu remembered that this kind of seed is different from the seeds left at home in the past. No wonder, no wonder this acre of land is more than two or three acres of land. This kind of seed is different. No wonder people say that if the yield is low for a year, they will take the production.

"Rye, what's wrong with rye? Black face does not mean black people, white faces, but white hearts may not be white!"

Thinking of the rye he planted, the sarcasm of others, looking at the fields of their own, and then looking at the fields of others. Uncle Yun Pu muttered there, looking at the fields of others, his low aura suddenly became full of energy. This field...the harvest is the focus!

"Uncle Yunpu, look at your field..."

When someone else passed by Uncle Yunpu's field, he looked at his dense wheat fields full of ears, and his face was full of envy. When he went to the county agricultural company to promote this rye, everyone laughed at the "black wheat-hearted black". As a result, Uncle Yunpu was poor, even eating the remaining seeds. He gritted his teeth and decided on this rye seed, which made everyone laugh for a while.

But now, looking at the wheat in this field, there are a few people in the village who are not jealous. The rye seeds and high yields. In addition, the fertilized piles of feces, leaves, sorghum stems, etc. can be piled into compost. This acre of land can be made four or five hundred kilograms. Although the year is good and it is a good year, after this comparison, two acres of good fertile fields can not exceed this acre of poor fields. A few people who are jealous, but before the wheat has been collected, they have quietly gone to the county to determine the rye seeds and ask for the knowledge of compost.

"It's OK, it's OK..."

With a smile on his face, Uncle Yun Pu felt relieved and even said with a special chest straightening.

"Look at your house, you have also dug up a fat pit. This compost is a big problem. You have to ask the teacher in the school to point it according to the picture, and composting three acres of land. If this compost is piled up, it will turn into a good land!"

Finally, he was so proud that he looked at the unique purple-black wheat ears. Uncle Yun Pu carefully peeled off a wheat. He held it in his hand and looked at the rye. The seeds were purple-black and endosperm were transparent and horny. They were crystal clear and beautiful in the sun. Although this was not golden, it seemed that this wheat was just money!

It didn't rain for several consecutive days. The wheat ears became yellow day by day, and the wheat on the ears was drying day by day, and the smile on Uncle Yun Pu's face became thicker day by day. He was so busy! He was drying the pot, repairing the field, grinding the sickle, and he was so busy that he was so busy that he was confused all day long.

The year's season is indeed three times better than in previous years. Even if ordinary people can collect dozens of kilograms of grain in the fields, his fields are different. He estimated that the 16 acres of land can collect at least 70 dans of wheat, and the ten acres of land I rented will collect a hundred dans of wheat. It's nothing, even if you pay the rent, you can still have a hundred dans of wheat left.

This year is really a year for poor people to have good luck!

I suffered a drought last year. The county said that it was because the canal was not well built. The first thing this year is to build the canal. After the canal is repaired, I heard that there is another pump to pump water. By then, no matter how dry it is, you don’t have to worry about it.

This is the obligation of farmers to build canals and embankments!

The water conservancy committee member of the town has already come to urge him.

"Cao Yunpu, you will pay 8 yuan, 500,000 and 300 yuan this year!"

This money is either collected by the town or this one, which is based on the land of many places. The more land you have at home, the more you collect. Moreover, if there is a famous article in the county governor's order, if there is a family that puts the canal repair money on the tenant, it will be fined a hundred times the time.

"This is what it should be. It's a few chokes of wheat! After harvesting the wheat, I personally send it to the town! I've worked hard on the member's journey."

"It should be, it should be!..."

Uncle Yun Pu replied with a smile. The canal has been repaired. No matter how dry the next year is, there is no need to worry. The water in the river has never been done since he can remember. In the past, when there was a disaster, people were carrying water, which could exhaust the living people. This time, it was said that it was a machine to induced the canal. Anyway, whenever the machine sounded, the water would come.

This is a good thing and also a duty! Just like the river construction work in winter, it is not all duty!

Then Mr. Village Bao also took the mission of the county education department chief and came to say hello to Uncle Yunpu:

"Uncle Yunpu, you have paid three or four cents of education donations this year! The county has already come to business."

"How come there are so many? Wangcunbao!"

"It's collected every two years! Have you paid it last year?"

Last year, the Education Act was just in full swing, so the education donations were not collected. However, this year the county council still agreed to enroll education donations. After all, this education is a century-old plan and it is impossible to fully refer to the province. The treasury allocates funds, so it becomes natural to charge donations.

"Ah! I'll send it to you slowly. This is the money for children to study. It cannot be less, and it cannot be less. When my grandson grows up, he will also go to that foreign school."

"There are also industrial donations of 5 yuan, 700 yuan, and highway donations of 2 yuan, 700 yuan."

"What's this! What's the name? Bao, Master Bao!"

When Uncle Yun Pu was completely stunned when he heard these two donations. Didn’t he say that he was exempted from donation? Why did he start donating again? Or industrial donations or road donations.

"Duh! You old man is really confused! The country is not strong without industry, nor is it rich without industry. This industrial donation is to promote the donation of industry. This money is used to buy machines and build factories. If you build factories, you have to transport the freight out. Of course, you have to build roads!"

"Oh!... I know, I know! I, I. I. I'll send it."

Uncle Yun Pu is not in a hurry to these new donations. He doesn’t care about these few dollars just now. He has a huge harvest. In another four or five days, the world is full of gold. What else should he be anxious about? At that time, once the wheat is harvested, it will be five or six hundred yuan. If you collect ten or twenty yuan, what’s the point of being amazing?

Even he thought that he would not have to wait for next year, today, after the wheat, he would be able to tell his son about his wife's house. The family had a few hundred yuan, and that day... he would have hope.

After two sunny days, several acres of wheat were harvested from the first day. From the second day of harvesting, the purple wheat was picked up by the drying yard in the fields. The wheat looked magnificent. It looked like gold, purple gold.

No one is unhappy on the ridges of this harvest. This year's harvest is at least two or three times better than in previous years. Since the wheat was put into the fields last year, the villagers here have been frightened several times, tired day and night, and struggling with their empty belly. Who doesn't like to smile at the cost of being so full?

People nodded and smiled when they met. They would say that God had eyes, but after all, the poor could not starve to death. They talked to each other about the past sufferings: water, drought, busyness and fear, and the embarrassment of hunger...

Now they are all ready.

The market gradually became lively, and prices only increased to more than double in two or three days. But in contrast, the price of wheat harvesting offered by grain stores on the market fell day by day.

Five yuan! Four and a half yuan! Four yuan! It has been down to a market price of only two and a half yuan, and it is still the best wheat.

"Did it really fall so fast?"

The atmosphere of joy and gratitude gradually declined as the wheat prices fell. In this harvest season, the wheat prices fell a little, and everyone was very concerned about it. Moreover, because the price of all things on the market is expensive, the harvest is even more embarrassing than usual.

Who would sell it so much that it was so worthless?

At the beginning, Uncle Yun Pu was not very shocked when he heard such a wind. His eyes were already looking at the food that had never been before. He didn't believe that such a good life-saving treasure would not be able to afford it. When others told him that the price of wheat plummeted wildly, he still stared at his dim eyes and cursed:

"It's the things you guys who raise are making a fuss about spreading rumors! What's so strange about the price of grain? People who don't pay a lot of money can keep them for food? Mom's, let them all starve to death!"

However, when looking for his son to vent his anger, the wheat price is low, there is still no way to stop it. The sound of two 20 cents per load of wheat gradually spreading the vast rural areas.

"Only two cents can the bitch's son be willing to sell it!"

No matter the price is so low that it is not worth a penny, Uncle Yunpu still wants to urge his sons to work. He drys food in his own drying yard, gets on the windmill, and goes into the warehouse. He works all day long under the fierce sun. In the end, the wheat turns into clean and good wheat. He himself made a serious decision: Such a life-saving treasure would rather stay at home and eat it for three or five years, and would never sell it at a bargain. This was his blood and sweat for more than half a year!

The fields after autumn harvest are like ruins after the war, and are in a messy and in no order. The entire countryside is temporarily stable.

Although I figured it out in my heart, when I was sitting by the door, I was smoking a dry tobacco in one mouthful, there was still a tie in Uncle Yun Pu’s mind - I have to pay back the money!

I have to pay back the money I owe this year, and I have to pay back the rent from my boss! I have to pay back the seed money from the company!

All this has to be paid!

Sell ​​it, I can't bear to bear it, but if it is...

"Big, big, company, company is here!"

The shouts of his son from afar only made Uncle Yun Pu feel nervous. The creditor finally came to the door. Well, no matter how low he was, he had to sell enough money and settle the seeds. If it weren't for someone else, this family might have starved to death this year.

"Sell, sell it!"

After eating off the ashes, he walked to the front of the door, and looked at the figure walking from afar, Uncle Yun Pu greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Feng..."

"Uncle Yunpu!"

The person who came here obviously knew Uncle Yun Pu a long time ago. Last year, he came to the village to make such a thing. No matter how the food price dropped, people would be happy to his family.

"Mr. Feng, you said I'm going to sell the wheat and send the seed money to you. Look, I'm sorry for you to go this trip again. Lock, hurry up, let your mother kill a chicken. Please keep Mr. Feng at home today..."

Before Uncle Yun Pu finished speaking, the person who came quickly stopped him and said.

"Uncle Yunpu, look at you, you are kind. The chicken is kept for eggs and salt at home. If I eat it, then I am still a human being. I came here to tell you whether you want to sell the grain to the company, one load of four or six yuan!"

What... Four-billion-six!

Uncle Yun Pu opened his eyes wide and looked at Mr. Sun in front of him. The market is only two and a half yuan, and the company is four and six yuan? This... this is not a dream!

"Uncle Yunpu, the price of grain has fallen. It was a rumor made by the ** businessman. The company was originally going to come out early in the morning, but it had to wait for the head office to summarize before bidding. It made you worry for so many days. I'm really sorry!"

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