Chapter 60 Seed beans - 3

If there are a few bands playing, the whole village is like a big bellows, and all the buildings expand and collapse alternately amidst the noise.But sometimes the really sublime and exhilarating phrases came to the woods, and the trumpets sang honor, and I felt as if I could stab a Mexican with a knife,—why do we always put up with petty things? —I just looked around for woodchucks and weasels, and wanted to show my chivalry.The melody of this military music is as far away as in Palestine, reminding me of the movement of the crusaders marching on the horizon, like the tops of elm trees hanging over the village slightly swaying and trembling.It was a great day, and though I looked at the sky from the glade, it was the same endless firmament as every day, and I could see no difference.

I have been with beans for a long time since they were planted, and I have gained a lot of special experience in planting, hoeing, harvesting, threshing, picking, selling,--the last is especially difficult,--I may add I ate the last one, I also ate beans and tasted it. I was determined to learn about beans.When they were growing, I used to hoe from five o'clock in the morning until noon, usually using the rest of the day to attend to other things.Think about it, it’s amazing that people can still make friends with all kinds of weeds——it’s cumbersome to talk about these things, and these weeds are already cumbersome enough when you’re working——weeds Destroying, brutally destroying their slender tissues, the hoe has to carefully distinguish them, in order to cultivate another kind of grass.This is Roman wormwood,—this is hogweed,—this is sorrel,—this is reed grass,—take hold of it, pull it up, turn its roots up to the sun, Don't let a single fiber stay in the shade, or it will crawl up on its side, and in two days it will be as green as a leek again.It was a long war, not against the cranes, but against the weeds, the Trojans with the help of the sun and the rain.Every day the beans saw that I brought a hoe to the aid of the battle, killed their enemies, and filled the trenches with dead weed corpses.Many Hectors, stout and totteringly armored, a foot taller than the throng, fell under my weapon and rolled into the dust.

In these hot summer days my contemporaries, some in Boston or Rome, consecrated themselves to fine arts, some in India, thinking, and still others in London or New York, doing business, I am a man of the same order as those of New England Dedicated to farming, like other farmers.It's not about eating beans, I'm a Pythagorean by nature, at least when it comes to growing beans.Whether it is for food, or for votes, or for rice, maybe it is just for a future fable, for metaphor or insinuation, someone has to work in the field.On the whole, it is a rare joy, which, if it lasts too long, entails the loss of wasted time.Although I didn't fertilize them, and I didn't hoe and loosen them all, I often did them as much as I could, and the result was quite beneficial, "It's true," just As Evelyn said, "No compost or manure is better than constant hoeing and shoveling and turning up and over the dirt." "Land," he wrote in another place, "especially fresh earth , in which there is considerable magnetism, which attracts salt, force, or virtue (whatever you want to call it) to strengthen its life, and the land is also an object of labor, and all our activities on the land feed us, all manure and other things. Stinking things are but substitutes for such improvements." Besides, the land is only those "exhausted and unusable lands enjoying the Sabbath," perhaps, as Sir Kenanlm Digby thought , has drawn "life force" from the air.In all I harvested twelve bushels of beans.

For the sake of more careful consideration, and because Mr. Coleman's reported luxurious experiments, chiefly of well-known farmers, have been disapproved of, my income and expenses are tabulated as follows: A hoe... ○·54 Plowing and digging ditches... 7.50—too expensive Bean seeds... 3 125 Potato seeds... 1 3 3 Pea seeds... ○·4○ Radish seeds... ○·○6 Fence white wire... ○·02 Plow horses and three-hour laborers... 1. ○○ Harvesting with horses and carts... ○·七五 Total... $14.725 My income (patrem famillias vendacem, non emacem esseoportet) from selling nine bushels twelve Bean of Quarter... 16 Nine Four

Five bushels of large potatoes... 2 50 Nine bushels of baby potatoes... 2.25 Grass... 1·○○ Stems... ○·seventy-five Total... 23.44 yuan Surplus (as I have said elsewhere...8.715