Early March.

Spring returns to the earth, and all things flourish.

Chen Chu dug out a few more ridges of wasteland next to the apple orchard.

Burn weeds, clear gravel, level the land, build ridges...

Even if there is a big ox plowing the ground, this process is still very tiring. Blood blisters will appear on the palms of the hands, and the blood blisters will be broken again, and so on.

But Chen Chu can still hold on.

Among the students majoring in agriculture, there are few squeamish ones.

No squeamish person would choose this major.

The plan for a year lies in spring, which is not an empty talk.

Chen Chu is not the only one busy with spring plowing at this time.

Most of the men in the refugee village gathered on the slope behind the village, planting rice, planting beans, weeding and watering.

It’s a busy scene.

Women and children are digging wild vegetables all over the mountains and fields.

Compared with previous years, there is no shortage of food this year, but the habit of spring famine still engraved in their bones makes them take action.

The proverb "half a year's wild vegetables and half a year's grain" represents the living conditions of farmers for thousands of years.

Shepherd's purse, water celery, bracken, purslane, dandelion, pheasant...

Well, although the name of the last wild vegetable is not serious, it is a serious wild vegetable, with a green face and a white back, and a spindle-shaped rhizome.

Each of these wild vegetables has its own characteristics and tastes and requires different cooking techniques.

Although they live in poverty, the women work hard to prepare wild vegetables in various ways so that the growing children and the men who work hard can eat them deliciously.

The cat was not idle either. It had a floral cloth towel wrapped around its head and was climbing on an old elm tree to pick up elm coins.

The small cloth pocket slung at the side is full.

The tiger stood under the tree with its head raised, its old purse filled with Imperata cogongrass roots, and the little sheep in its arms secretly took one of the roots in its mouth...

The juice of Imperata cogongrass rhizome is slightly sweet and is a natural snack for farm children.

Not only does Hutou like it, but also hotpot.

Oh, by the way, hot pot is the lamb of the pair of sheep that Chen Chu bought more than a month ago.

As the head of the family, Chen Chu named it Chen Hot Pot and his mother Chen BBQ.

However, Hutou has already regarded hot pot as a pet, which goes against the original intention of Chen Chu’s naming...

But in spring, there are not only delicious wild vegetables and delightful seedlings, but also wild grasses.

The most annoying one is Lala Yang.

This kind of weed grows in soil and grows in water. It spreads continuously and becomes entangled. Not only is it difficult to clean, but the barbs on the leaf stems can also cut people's skin.

Therefore, it is also commonly known as "cutting the human vine" among the people.

Yang Zhen, who took the initiative to help after finishing his work at home, used a hoe to pull the clumps of seedlings into a ball. He couldn't help complaining: "Grandma, you serve the crops with all your heart, but the crops die at every turn."

You see. But if you don’t pay attention to it for three or two days, this vine will grow like crazy and you can’t get rid of it all.”

"Exactly. This bird food can neither be eaten nor used as firewood, and the livestock won't even look at it! It's not good at all!"

When talking about the disadvantages of La La Yang, even the eldest son, who is usually taciturn, couldn't help but agree.

"This thing is annoying, but it's not necessarily useless."

Chen Chu leaned on the handle of the hoe and said with a smile.

"What's the use? Tell me?" Yang Zhen said unconvinced.

"You can brew beer."

"Brewing?" Yang Zhen didn't understand what beer was, but he heard the word "brewing" clearly.

"Well, I'll try to do it in the summer."

The weather was getting warmer, and Chen Chu couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he thought of ice-cold beer.

Lala seedling, cannabis family, Humulus genus, is in the same family and genus as hops.

Hops play a preservative role in the beer brewing process, balance the taste of beer, and clarify the liquor.

The female flower inflorescence of Lala Yang also has this function.

......

In the evening, Chen Chu returned home with a hoe.

I can smell the aroma from a distance.

"What are you cooking? It smells so good." Chen Chu put the hoe against the wall and walked to the stove with a smile.

"Yuqian rice." Mao'er proudly opened the lid of the pot and gave him a look.

When Chen Chu was young, he ate Yuqian rice made by his grandmother, mixed with sesame oil, garlic and vinegar sauce... Ouch, it was so delicious~

In addition to Yuqian rice for dinner, Mao'er also mixed a plate of shepherd's purse.

The people watching moved their index fingers.

However, Chen Chu's clumsy use of chopsticks while eating caught the cat's attention.

After looking twice, the cat noticed his rotten palms.

"How come my hands are so rotten!"

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Chu didn't take it seriously.

The cat refused, dropped the bowl and chopsticks and stood up to get a basin of water, and couldn't help but pull his hand over.

Mao'er wet the hand towel in the basin and carefully wiped the soil around Chen Chu's wound.

Then he walked to the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and put it to his neck.

"What are you doing?" Chen Chu was startled by the action, which was like committing suicide.

Seeing Chen Chu's nervous look, Mao'er pursed his lips and smiled. He separated a lock of hair with his other hand and cut it off with a kitchen knife...

"Being gray can stop bleeding and promote muscle growth." Mao'er burned the lock of hair into ashes, turned around and squatted at Chen Chu's feet.

"It's a pity." Chen Chu said regretfully, even though he had a good head of black hair, but his temples were a little short.

"My hair can grow longer, what a pity." Mao'er gently spread the gray hair on Chen Chu's palm and raised his eyes.

Chen Chu was sitting on the wooden stake, looking at Mao'er from top to bottom. Their eyes met for a moment.

This time the cat did not run away in panic, but still lowered its head uncomfortably.

Mao'er knows that she looks good, and her mother also said, 'Mao'er's profile is the prettiest'.

Thinking of her mother's words, Mao'er tilted her head quietly, as if she had inadvertently presented the perfect profile to Chen Chu...

......

At night, Chen Chu went into another shack as usual.

By the time he finished his copying plan for the day, it was late at night again.

Turn around next door.

Pushing open the ajar door, there was silence inside, and the long breathing of the tiger's head could be faintly heard.

"Is that you?" The cat asked softly in the dark shack.

"Well, it's me."

Chen Chu climbed into bed.

Next to him is a tiger head, and inside the tiger head is a cat.

The tiger's head is the humanoid 38th line between the two of them, and it is also the "innocent" boundary where the cat deceives himself and others.

A few days ago, Peng Er, who can do carpentry, helped Chen Chu build a bed, a table, and a wooden bath barrel.

After getting the cloth, Aunt Yang and Aunt Yao helped Mao'er make two new quilts.

Ordinarily, given the current conditions, the two of them would have the opportunity to sleep in separate beds.

But Chen Chu didn't say it, and Mao'er didn't mention it either...

Anyway, the two of them just ate from the same pot, slept in the same bed, and maintained a pure relationship between men and women.

After Chen Chu lay down on the bed, Mao'er fumbled and pulled out the quilt from under the restless tiger's head, placed it lightly on Chen Chu, and whispered: "Take care of yourself, don't catch a cold. ”

"Well, you're still up so late, did you wake me up?" Chen Chu asked.

The cat didn't reply.

"I can't sleep until you come back." She couldn't say this embarrassing truth.

"After making the bedding, there are still a few feet of fabric left. Let's measure your figure tomorrow and I'll make you new clothes." Mao'er turned over slightly and said this.

"Let's make it for Hutou." Chen Chu has been doing farm work every day recently and has no need to wear new clothes.

Mao'er said: "Children grow up quickly, so I can just make my old clothes smaller for her to wear."

"Then make yourself a new one." Chen Chu said.

"You are a man, and you need to dress appropriately when you go out to have dignity. If you have dignity, even if I wear something shabby, others will not dare to look down on us sisters..."

Maoer persuaded stubbornly.

Chen Chu smiled and said: "Zhao Xiaoniang, you are so stubborn..."

Mao'er imitated Chen Chu's tone and said mischievously: "Chen Xiaolang, Zhao Xiaoniang has been like this since she was a child. It's too late for Chen Xiaolang to regret now. Zhao Xiaoniang is already your wife, and the officials can't get rid of her..."
Chapter completed!