Chapter 10 10. The old and the old in the village [Thanks to the support of 'Shenhua Big Boss'! ]

"Uncle Cui", "Uncle An", "Uncle Wu", "Grandpa Qi", "Uncle Luo", "..." Luo Yihang greeted them one by one.

Seven or eight of them are in their fifties and sixties, and seven or eight are in their seventies. Luo Cheng is considered young among them.

Luo Yihang is the only child in the village, the only one between seven and thirty years old.

This is the current situation in Ping'angou. Those who remain here are all over 50 years old. All the young people have left. There are still a few children under the age of seven. Their parents go out to work and leave the children with their grandparents. They will be taken away when they are seven years old to go to primary school.

The primary school in the village was closed a few years ago because it could not recruit students.

So everyone was surprised and happy to see Luo Yihang.

"Hang is back.", "When did he come back?", "Is Hang back from vacation?", "The Shanghai Stock Exchange is good. They give people leave even when it's not a festival.", "That's called annual leave. Big companies have it. You can take as much as you want."

The truth...I definitely can't tell you until I've achieved results.

Luo Yihang laughed along the way, responding with a few words, "I'm back.", "Just got back two days ago.", "My last job ended, and I came back to take a break.", "To accompany my parents."

As for Luo Cheng and Zhang Guiqin, they are similar.

After a lively moment, without much greeting, everyone decided on the location to dig and went down to the fields with hoes on their shoulders.

There is plenty of time to chat while working.

Of course, the ones who go to the fields are the "strong laborers" in their fifties and sixties. The grandfathers don't dare to let them work, so they all stay on the ridges and watch.

When the uncles and aunts saw Luo Yihang also carrying a hoe and working in the fields, they were all surprised and shouted, "Hang boy, you have such thin arms and legs, can you do it? It's tiring to open up wasteland."

"Why can't I do it!" Luo Yihang took off his coat, revealing the two-muscle vest inside. He curled up his arms, revealing the muscles that were clearly angular.

Received unanimous praise, "Wow! Can't you see it!"

That was, in the world of immortal cultivation, I was nourished by spiritual energy for several months, ate spiritual rice, drank spiritual springs, and had my meridians and marrow cleansed many times.

Don't look down on the third stage of Qi training. He would be a master even in ancient times.

She looks thin when she's dressed, and has muscles when she's undressed.

Luo Yihang not only showed off, but also took the initiative to take on the job of digging up small trees.

There are always some small shrubs growing in fields that have not been planted for several years. They are all grown from seeds brought by the wind and birds. The roots of these things are deep and hard, making them very difficult to deal with.

But for Luo Yihang, great force worked miracles. He swung the hoe and smashed the stubborn shrubs into pieces in just a few strokes.

Dig a few more times to remove the roots and finish the job.

When everyone saw this, they knew they couldn't let a kid lose, so they became competitive and opened their ruthless hands. They were not afraid of being cut by the calluses on their hands, and they started pulling up the weeds one by one with both hands.

When he encounters a stone, he just swings his arm and throws it far away.

Even after such a successful outcome, the old men watching from above are still not satisfied.

They were all bragging.

"Back when the big production was going on, I could clean up this little space by myself in one afternoon."

"Removing weeds is not considered work. In the past, people used hoes to clear the mountains."

"That's right. I dug out those dozens of acres by myself. I just kept digging."

"I also worked in the factory down there. They were all big rocks, which were blasted with explosives. I carried the rocks in big baskets, which were more than half a person's height. I could carry 100 baskets a day."

Luo Yihang found it interesting to listen in the fields. These grandfathers have been telling similar stories for their entire lives. He listened to this when he was a child, and he still listens to it now.

In preparation for war, several third-line factories moved here, and tens of thousands to twenty thousand workers worked here to open mountains and build factories.

In order to ensure war preparedness, the local government spared no expense in opening up mountains, digging fields, relocating people, and building water conservancy projects in Ping'angou, to fully support the production and life of the factory workers.

The old people in the village called that period "the Great Production". The full name is "Rural Mass Production to Support National Industrial Construction".

However, this name should be a slogan shouted by the locals. Anyway, Luo Yihang was curious once and searched for it on the Internet but couldn't find it.

Unfortunately, with the advent of the new century, the third-line factories all collapsed after a brief period of prosperity, the factory buildings were abandoned, and the staff scattered. Ping'angou, which existed to protect the factories, also gradually declined.

With the consumer market gone, villagers had to find their own way out and large tracts of farmland were left idle.

But those days were the youth of the old grandfathers.

A few old men on the ridge of the field were bragging more and more exaggeratedly. Then an even older man slowly strolled up from the foot of the mountain and I heard them bragging as soon as he came up.

The old man had a loud voice and shouted from a distance, "What! Poor boy, didn't you go down the mountain to work for a day and then run away?"

After this shout, all the grandfathers above were silent. The last one was the most pitiful. He was over seventy years old but was still called a kid.

Luo Yihang heard the voice, turned around and shouted, "Uncle Gonggong!"

The old man waved his hand and replied, "Hang is back, he's doing fine."

Then he joined the group of old men in bragging. He boasted even more exaggeratedly, and went all the way back to the Anti-Japanese War, boasting that he could blow up planes when he was young.

Grandpa Gougou is the oldest person still in the village. He must be over 80 or 90 years old. The people of similar age to him have either passed away or been taken away by their children and grandchildren.

He is the only one who has no children, grows his own food, and lives by himself with a bunch of puppets...

……

The wasteland at Luo Yihang's grandfather's house is not big, just over three acres. Luo Yihang and a few uncles cleaned it up in more than two hours.

Even the weeds that were cleared were taken away by an old man who knew how to make compost.

Everyone didn't eat either. They all praised Luo Yihang for his filial piety and then left.

On the next morning, not long after breakfast, the man named Lao Zhao by Luo Cheng came up the mountain in a big three-wheeled vehicle with a tiller in the bed.

When he saw Luo Yihang's family coming out to greet them, Lao Zhao was very enthusiastic. He jumped out of the car with a bag in his hand and put the bag on the ground first.

Then he opened his voice and shouted, "Here are the beans. I brought them to you. Where do you want to plow them? Why are you plowing the fields at this time?"

"Just this piece." Luo Cheng casually pointed to the wasteland that had just been cleared and walked around, "It's okay. If the kid wants to do it, just open it up."

As he said that, Luo Cheng opened his pocket and looked at the beans he had been thinking about all night.

"They are all good beans, right? Are they enough?" Luo Cheng grabbed a handful of beans and spread them on his hand and asked Lao Zhao.

Luo Yihang also came over to take a look. The skin of the beans was wrinkled, and the grains were only slightly larger than mung beans, and not round.

It's the ugly doll among beans.

In the end, instead of choosing early-maturing soybeans that mature in 60 days, they chose small-grain beans that mature in 90 days.

According to Lao Zhao, this kind of small beans is most suitable for sprouting and can be stir-fried, but it is not suitable for grinding soy milk to make tofu.

That’s enough. There are so many noodle shops in cities and towns, so there’s no problem selling beans for bean sprouts.

"Don't worry! Forty kilograms will definitely be enough." Lao Zhao also picked up a handful of beans and showed them to Luo Cheng. "They are all good beans. My wife and I picked them one by one while we were watching TV last night. I guarantee they are very good!"

Luo Cheng knew that the person who picked the beans one by one must be bragging, but they should have been sifted, because he didn't see any shrunken or black beans when he grabbed a handful.

That's it.

"Rich?"

"It's the price I told you yesterday, 276 yuan per pound, 270 pounds is 140, give me . There's also a bag of urea in the car, . One bag is enough for the seedlings. If you need it later, just let me know and I'll send it to you."

Luo Cheng nodded, "Okay, I'll pay you once you're done."

　It’s the third day since the book was published, and I’ll update three times as usual.

　　Thank you to all my friends and relatives, and all the big guys for your support and recommendation votes.

(End of this chapter)