Author: Ye Gong Haolong A

In the first six months of the lunar calendar, the corn in the field has grown past people's knees and has taken root. Looking from a distance, the vast fields are green.

At this time, the mountain breeze was blowing, and the sun was not warm.

Villagers in twos and threes, after taking the medicine, sat on the ground under the big tree beside the field, eating popsicles brought by the children, talking and laughing.

The big trees on the field ridges have dense crowns, and when the mountain wind blows, they sway gently, bringing bursts of refreshment.

It's really very comfortable.

Chen Ling was wearing a straw hat and holding a sheep-driving whip in his hand, driving a group of white and black goats that bleated indiscriminately, walking slowly along the field path.

Behind him was a little baby with a bare butt. The popsicle in his hand melted quickly and flowed all over his hand, and he couldn't bear to let it go.

"Uncle Fugui, go to the mountains to herd sheep, and we will follow you to find cicada shells."

"Don't pay attention to them, rich and noble. There is a jackal wandering around the mountain. Your tiger has gone away. This jackal is very bad. You might as well come down the mountain again."

"What I'm saying is that I heard a tiger roaring that night. I was so frightened that I even went out to take a look. Then I walked up the slope and saw you holding a flashlight, so I felt relieved after leading the tiger back."

The speakers were Chen Baoshuan, Wang Lishan, and Wang Lihui. They lived on the edge of the village and could hear the goings-on at the farm most clearly.

"What? Are you afraid that tigers will go crazy and eat people?"

Chen Ling asked with a smile.

"Isn't that right? Who is not afraid of tigers? Looking at it from a distance makes me feel scared. I don't know how your baby can be so bold and dare to let it out."

"Yes, yes, anyway, after watching the tiger that day, I felt very scared."

"They all think tigers are rare, but I don't think it's rare. I'm just afraid of that thing. Didn't you hear what Uncle Qian Nian said about leopards? This tiger is much more ferocious than a leopard. It has such a big mouth and thick claws. With a slap,

It can beat people's brains to pieces."

"Brother Tateyama, I didn't realize what you were talking about at the time. Later, I heard Uncle Cunye say that a tiger kills a jackal just like it kills a chicken. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to go to your house for a meal."

Although Ah Fu and Ah Shou have returned to the zoo, their legends are still circulating here, and they are still the most talked about among people after dinner.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that Fugui has a little leopard in your family?"

"Ang, but I don't want to raise it. This carnivorous thing is difficult to handle. I want to let it go when it gets older."

"Speaking of which, I've seen tigers, but I haven't seen the local leopards here. I'll come to your house and have a look when I have time."

"Okay, this thing only became more abundant last year. It's much slipperier than the mountain civet. It usually doesn't make any sound. It's on the tree. You can walk under the tree and you won't even know it's up there."

Chen Ling laughed and sat down with his sheep whip.

"Dad~"

Ruirui finished the popsicle and handed it to him with her sticky little hands.

"Okay, have you finished eating one popsicle?"

Chen Ling took off the kettle from his neck, unscrewed it and washed his hands.

"Um."

The little thing nodded and stretched out his two palms to receive the water.

"Hey, this baby Ruirui is really not like a one-year-old baby. He seems to know more than a two- or three-year-old baby. He even washes his hands."

"Yes, the one in Shuiwazi's family is two months older than Ruirui and can't do anything."

"Oh, by the way, Fugui, is it okay if you let him eat popsicles? The baby is still so young."

"It's okay, he doesn't know how to eat. Most of it melted on the road and flowed as he walked, so he didn't get much into his mouth."

"whee."

The little guy who had just washed his hands couldn't understand what the adults were saying. When he saw the small wooden stick thrown on the ground to freeze the popsicles attracted a group of ants, he immediately laughed, ran forward, spread his legs and started to pee.

A splash of urine will immediately scatter the ants.

"Hahaha, just say this baby is skinny. She's skinnier than when Fu Gui used to be."

Chen Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped his little butt twice: "You know how to make trouble after you've finished this thing."

"Ruirui, ignore you, uncle likes babies like you. Come on, uncle will swat grasshoppers for you."

It's a pity that this brat didn't care about people at all, and was soon attracted by the caterpillars running out of the cornfield. He ran over and stepped on them.

Then he raised his little feet and took a look. When he saw the trampled caterpillar, he screamed with joy and kept stepping on his little sandals, going back and forth in the grass to find bugs to step on.

It was really a lot of fun.

"Let's go, don't let him cause trouble here."

Seeing the sheep slowly walking away, Chen Ling stood up, picked up the sheep whip, and prepared to leave.

Wang Lishan and others kept trying to stop him and said it was okay.

"It's okay, let him play, the little baby is so cute."

Chen Ling only said that he would take Ruirui for a walk, how could he be allowed to stay here and delay other people's work.

The weather is not too hot today, and the breeze is blowing coolly, so it is a good time to spray medicine.

As soon as the father and son left, Liu Nier and the others followed, looking for cicada shells on trees in the fields.

Knowing that the price of cicada shells is high this year, wouldn’t you be a fool if you don’t quickly find more and sell them for more money?

Walking on the winding dirt road in the field, the sheep grazed as they walked.

Chen Ling, his father and his son, and a group of children had nothing to do. The sheep were grazing, so they played in different ways. They found cicada shells, dug out bird's nests, and chased little rabbits.

This season really has everything.

I just walked around the village and had a great time.

When I got up from my nap in the afternoon, I originally wanted to go herding the sheep.

But Wang Jusheng came over and said that they had finished picking the watermelons over there, so they could just let the sheep go directly to the melon fields to eat, which would save trouble.

Otherwise, I would have to take the sheep around with me.

When Chen Ling heard this, he thought, come on, the remaining few days will save you trouble. You don't have to go around tending sheep.

Every day, the sheep are driven to the watermelon field and they eat like crazy. After they are full, they are taken home and the work is done.

So in the afternoon, I rode on my little green horse, took my little white ox, and went directly to the melon fields on the riverbank in Laohewan.

The sheep ate watermelon and vine leaves in the melon field. Chen Ling took his son, a cow and a horse to bathe and play in the river, take a bath, catch fish, shrimps and crabs, and go home for dinner after sunset.

The days passed easily and happily.

Zhao Yubao was so envious when he saw it that he couldn't help but think about going to the market to buy a lamb.

I went to the farm every day to ask Chen Ling for advice on breeding, and I even took a notebook to write it down. Once I got interested, I got out of control.

Seriously, it's a mess.

This old man has also completed the small bridge in front of the door these days.

Wang Laishun and others also took the lead in erecting a monument and writing the date and so on.

Here in the past, after a bridge was built, the local area would ask masons to carve words and erect monuments so that future generations could remember when and who did good deeds for the local area.

Of course, this is just for fun, and erecting a monument is not so formal.

But Zhao Yubao was still very happy.

I highly praise the layout of this "small bridge and flowing water house" I created.

Satisfied, I locked myself at home for the past two days, wrote two impromptu articles, and sent them with the letter. Needless to say, I wanted to show off to my old friends.

Originally, his old friends were not interested in his seclusion in the countryside.

It wasn't until his article and photos about a mountain donkey giving birth on a cliff were circulated that we started to receive letters one after another.

This made Zhao Yubao feel proud and proud.

He even sent out his old friend's daughter without his consent, and there was no investigation.

"Teacher Zhao, why are you, a great writer, a senior intellectual, and a decent person, carrying a sack and looking for cicada shells? If people from other villages see this, shouldn't they laugh at us? You are from our village now.

Facade?"

"That's right, you can't just want appearance without respectability."

After repairing the small bridge for Zhao Yubao and applying pesticides to the corn seedlings, the villagers finally had some time to spare and finally began to come to Chen Ling's farm to catch a meal.

Today at lunch time, a crowd of men, women, old and young gathered together.

They all made fun of Zhao Yubao.

For the past two days, the old man took his wife with him and went out looking for cicada shells with a sack and a bamboo pole.

Just asking for fun.

But privately, he secretly told Chen Ling that he wanted to find Zichida and save money to buy a lamb.

Good guy.
To be continued...