Although Zhan Honggui's Westhouse is not inhabited all year round, mainly to put some rags, it is also very bright to clean up.

Those tattered things were piled up on the top of the kang and covered with a tarpaulin to look quite neat.

The vacated space from the kang head to the kang tip was enough for Wan Feng and Han Guang's family to rest.

The kang mat was wiped fresh and a thin blanket that was not old or half new.

Wan Feng was still very satisfied with this place, at least it was much better than the huts he and his younger brother lived in when his family lived in Forty-two.

Han Guangjia frowned as he looked at the luggage Wan Feng bought.

"Why do you buy some mattresses all the way back?"

"Take a good look, are these all mattresses, don't you see that these two are bigger than the other two?"

Han Guangjia was speechless: "Just a big slap can be used as a cover?"

"It's no trick, it's just such a quilt, do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll cover it at night. ”

Zhan Honggui came over at this time and said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry brother, my family is a little difficult, there is no extra new bedding, you can only settle it yourself." ”

"Brother Zhan, it's okay! The temperature is okay at the beginning of October, just give us a little more kang when the kang is burned at night." ”

"Okay, that's fine. ”

"Oh, by the way, Brother Zhan, where is my sister-in-law? Why didn't I see my sister-in-law?"

"Your sister-in-law is harvesting soybeans in the field and will not be able to come back until night. ”

Wan Feng glanced at Zhan Honggui's empty left arm, it was really impossible to cut soybeans with a sickle with one hand, and he could only do some capable work at home.

"How much land do you have?"

"Three crops, two wheat, half corn and half soybeans. ”

Although it is located in the Sanjiang Plain, the per capita land area is not as large as that of the red farm, because there are many waterlogged depressions here, which are not suitable for farming.

Half a day of soybeans, seven acres and a half of land.

No more, no less, but relying on a woman to collect it alone is a relatively huge project.

"Do you harvest soybeans here with a sickle and then use a picker to pick up the soybeans?"

There are two ways to harvest soybeans in the north, one is that the harvester drives directly into it and harvests it while the soybean straw is standing, which is called Lianhe.

The advantage is that people can not contribute, and the disadvantage is that the loss rate is amazing, the pods will break when they are touched by the harvesting platform, and the beans are everywhere, and even half of an acre of land cannot be recovered.

Therefore, this method is only used when harvesting wheat, and harvesting soybeans has been almost unused for a long time.

The commonly used method is to pick up the soybeans, that is, to manually put the soybeans upside down into a trip, and then use the grooming platform to pick up the grass.

Although there is also a loss of gleaning, its loss rate is much smaller than that of Lianhe.

In the eighties and nineties, soybeans in the north were harvested in this way.

"Hmm! ”

Wan Feng didn't say anything more, he walked out of the house in Han Guang's house, and looked east and west in the courtyard of Zhan Honggui's house.

There is a chicken rack on the east side of the yard against the root of the wall, and there are more than ten chickens in it, among which there is a red-crowned rooster, maybe Wan Feng is very born and he doesn't know it, so when Wan Feng approaches, he stares at Wan Feng vigilantly.

Wan Feng ignored the rooster and walked through the chicken rack to the outside of the pigsty.

There was a little pig of more than 200 catties in the pigsty, and the little pig thought that someone was here to give it food, so he came out of the pigsty. The little pig ran to the trough and found that there was not a single leaf in the trough, so he began to protest with a hum.

It's only been three months before the Chinese New Year, and this pig is a little small.

The growth rate of the pig in winter is almost slow, and this pig has another thirty or twenty pounds enough for it to grow, and it will be more than two hundred and thirty pounds when the pig is killed.

It's a piglet.

Although the pigs at that time were not as big as the pigs of later generations, the pigs that did not exceed 250 catties were a little smaller.

Wan Feng shook his head, fortunately, the Zhan family has only four people, and there are few people to eat.

If this is a large population of more than ten people, it is estimated that it will be almost the same after the end of the Year of the Little Pig.

Zhan Shi ran back from outside the courtyard suddenly.

"Take Uncle to your field. ”

Zhan Shishi shook his head: "I can't remember." ”

"Look, I'll just talk about your little scrap, you still don't admit it, you can't even remember your land. ”

"I'm only six years old and I'm a child. ”

This product sold badly again, first emphasizing that he was a child.

"You have a bad attitude, and children have to face life head-on, and shout loudly that I am a little rice bucket!"

"I... It's not a small rice bucket!"

Wan Feng was just idle and had nothing to do to tease the children, but he didn't expect this little slippery head to be resolutely not fooled.

The paralyzed pork kidneys are straight!

"Get your sister back, she remembers the way to your house, right?"

"Well! she goes a lot. ”

"Then go and find it. ”

Zhan Shi ran out with a swish, and found Zhan Ling back in a short time.

"Take me to your field. Wan Feng repeated what he had just said to Zhan Shi to Zhan Ling.

"Uncle, do you also farm at home?"

"Planted before. ”

"Then how much land does your family have?" Zhan Ling asked as she walked towards the land contracted by her family with Wan Feng.

"My family has a lot of land, twelve in all. ”

Zhan Ling was surprised: "Wow! Your family has so much land, it's not exhausting." My mother is so tired that she can't straighten her waist, but unfortunately I'm too young to do it, and I can help my mother work in a few years. ”

What a good child, I remember that in my last life, when I was on summer vacation, I didn't want to go to the field to shovel the ground.

Now it seems that her consciousness is not as good as that of a ten-year-old girl.

Here you should blush.

Zhan Honggui's land is in a large plot of land at the west end of Slow Guitar Village.

Wan Feng: When they came, they came from the road on the side of this field.

This large area is estimated to cover an area of about three to four hundred acres, all of which are planted with soybeans, and there are about dozens of people working in the field.

No wonder I saw Zhan Honggui as an adult since I entered this village, and it turned out that the adults were all here.

Zhan Ling found her family's land very accurately and took Wan Feng to the field.

This year's soybean harvest can be seen from the cut straw, the soybean straw is no more than a foot high, and the straw is thin and the pods are small.

If nothing else, it's flooded again this year.

Why don't you grow rice in this place? Is it because the crops don't have enough time to grow?

At that time, there may not have been any rice with a short growing period, but it is estimated that early varieties of rice will appear in a few years.

I met Zhan Ling's mother about 100 meters away from the ground.

A middle-aged woman in her actual thirties looking at her forties.

Wearing a gray scarf on her head and thread gloves, she looked blankly at Wan Feng, who appeared here with her daughter and son.