I came to my own field and took a look. This year, the growth of the corn is so-so. The leaves of the corn are all turning yellow. The corn is still not as big as the one under the "big stone", but it can be broken off.

After seeing the valley on the "big rock", I followed another road on the mountainside to look at the land under the "big rock", and while walking, I picked up some pigweed in my back basket.

Going down the mountain road, you have to pass through the apple forest in Shangtang Village. But at this time of year, the apples have already fallen from the trees. So you only see a large apple forest without apples. Looking at this fruit forest, I can't help but think: My apple tree

I don’t know if there are any “fruits that slipped through the net”. It would be great if there were...

Unconsciously, I walked a lot faster, and soon I arrived at my apple field. In the apple field, the fruit trees were interspersed with corn, probably because of the fertilizer applied to the apple trees, and they grew very well.

It is very gratifying to see tall stalks with long leaves and large grains. But at this time, I feel a little thirsty. To deal with this situation, there are two ways to solve it. One is to get a grain-wrapped stalk to chew, just like chewing sugar cane, and wrap the grains.

Chew the water inside the rod to eat; the second is to search for "fruit that slipped through the net".

It is not very practical to get the corn stalks. Because you are pulling pigweed, and the corn stalks at home have not been broken yet. If you want to get the corn stalks to eat, you have to get the corn stalks off the pole, otherwise it will be a pity to lose them. But to get a corn stalk

When I go back, I will inevitably make people think that there are plum blossoms in the melon field. So I gave up this idea.

I simply put down my backpack and searched carefully one apple tree after another. When I searched under the fourth apple tree, I was suddenly surprised to find that there was an apple hanging quietly in a branch at the top of the tree.

.If it weren’t for the leaves turning yellow and the apples turning redder, it would be difficult to spot.

As if I had discovered a "treasure", I quickly climbed up the tree to pick it like a monkey.

Good guy, it's actually seven or eight centimeters big. It feels like it's falling down when you hold it in your hand. The color is really good, bright red, and there's a thin layer of fructose frosting on it. Smell it, it's ripe.

The sweetness of the ripe apples is really tempting. When you bite into it, you will find it is crisp, sweet and juicy, like nectar in your mouth. It is so delicious! It’s so delicious!

There is no good pigweed in my own land, only old and hard Badi grass. I thought to myself: go down the apple field of Shangtang, that is the boundary of Shangtang. Because it is located at the junction of the shady side and the sunny side of the mountain.

The sunshine and rain are better in this place, so the rice fields there grow best, and the pigweed in the ground also grows fat and tender. From where you pull the pigweed and go down the mountain along the road, you can go down to the back of the elementary school.

After making up his mind, he headed over there, passing through Baogulin, and pulled it as he walked.

Sure enough, it was good. I walked along Shangtang's Baogu land and unknowingly pulled out most of the bamboo pole. At this time, I heard the sound of "click, click..." continuously. This sound was too familiar. It was the process of breaking off Baogu.

sound.

It's just that there's something wrong with this sound. It doesn't sound like the sound we usually make when we break off the grain. Because when we usually break off the grain, we carry the bamboo pole on our back, hold the pole with our left hand, and pinch the mouth of the grain with our right hand.

, pulled hard from top to bottom, and the bag was broken off. Then he threw it with his backhand and threw it into the basket behind his back.

Under normal circumstances, when sowing grain, the ground in the box is covered with film. Two rows are planted in each box. Two grain seeds are planted in each row and nest, with a maximum of three. In order to ensure lighting and ventilation, the grain grain between the two rows is planted.

The nests are sown in staggered ways. There are also "scattered seeds", which means that due to the terrain and terrain, it is not suitable to use film, or if you don't want to use film, you can plant one nest at a time. You can also plant two grain seeds in each nest, with a maximum of three.

So when breaking off the rice, the sound should be a rhythmic "click...dong...click...dong...", and then there will be a gap between the body movement every four to six times, and then repeat "click...dong...click...dong..."

..." I thought to myself, could it be that someone stole the grain?

Curiosity and a spontaneous "sense of justice" drove me to gently put down the bamboo basket on my back, and then I quietly looked for the source of the sound and slowly moved closer.

At first glance, it was not good. It was Sister Ruan from the village who was quickly breaking off the grains. I saw that she was breaking off all the grains in the adjacent rows from the middle of the field. She conveniently placed the broken grains on the ground paved with pigweed.

.If she was breaking off her own rice dumplings, she would definitely not break them like this. She was definitely stealing someone else's rice dumplings. What's more, her family was not from Shangtang, nor was her natal family from Shangtang, but this was the rice dumpling land in Shangtang Village.

I didn't know what to do for a moment. I accidentally stepped on a dry piece of rotten wood under my feet. The "pop" sound startled me. It also frightened Sister Ruan who was breaking corn. She panicked.
Chapter completed!