Brush—, brush—, brush— A double-layer net woven with thick wire is supported on the beach by a triangular wooden frame. He holds a steel shovel that has been rubbed brightly by the sand and stones, bows forward and stands on tiptoe, and shovels from the sand beam. Pick up a full shovel of sand and gravel, and throw it into the net with a wave of your hand, so there is this continuous, rhythmic but dull and monotonous sound. After being filtered by double-layer nets of different specifications, the sand and gravel roll along the partition and fall into two cages made of thick wire, and the fine sand passes through the meshes of the double-layer nets and falls on the sandy ground.When the cage was full of stones, he inserted the shovel into the sand, stretched his waist, lifted the cage, straddled his long legs, swung his left arm, twisted his strong body like a bullock calf, and walked onto the sand beam. He dumped the stone on the pile of stones with a clatter, straightened his waist, pulled the towel from his neck, and wiped the sweat from his cheeks.

At the moment when the sun was about to rise, the peaks of the Qinling Mountains were ups and downs in the rose-colored sunlight, and the steep and straight majesty of the mountains suddenly became blurred, their lines softened, and their faces blurred, blending with the rose-colored sky.The blue flowing water, the bare sandy beach in winter, the willow forest with all its leaves, and the frosty wheat field are all bathed in the ever-changing sunlight.On the wide sandy land of the entire river beach, there are many nets, the shovels are shining, and the sound of sand and stone hitting the nets is chaotic and harsh, which is very incongruously unified with the beautiful scenery of such a magnificent early winter morning.

He put the cage where the stones had been dumped under the net again, sprayed saliva on his palms, and rubbed his hands together, there was a crackling sound in his palms, rubbing cocoons and cocoon scabs, there was such a rough texture There was a sound, and the shovel handle began to leave the imprint of labor on his palm.He smiled amusingly, picked up the shovel, lowered his head to shovel up a pile of gravel, and threw it into the trap with his hands. Everything seems very simple: take stones by throwing sand, and sell stones to make money.Just spray saliva on the palm of your hand, feel the handle of the shovel tightly, exert your strength, and sweat hard, and all problems will be solved.Don't plan carefully, and don't need to calculate too much, just fill your stomach with three meals a day, and generate a steady stream of strength in your arms... Convoluted mathematical formulas, lengthy political terms and concepts, piled up like mountains Mathematics, physics and chemistry exercises, as well as the disturbing frequent exams, are left behind like footprints, distant and desolate. He——Cao Runsheng, an 18-year-old high school graduate, as a young farmer, joined the The huge labor force of peasants from Cao village came.

Everything seems simple and natural. He was carrying a schoolbag, bundled bedding rolls on the frame, washbasin, toothbrush and sundries in the net bag, waded across the small river, and came back to Cao Village from Wuli Town Middle School. Under the locust tree at the door, my father was using an iron comb to shave the fur of the cattle. He raised his head and asked calmly, "Have you finished reading?" "It's over." He said, also in a light tone, "Graduated." "University... how did you do in the exam?" "Not so good." The father stopped asking, and continued to use the iron comb to scrape off the dung and dirt that stuck to the buttocks and belly of the cattle when they lay in the pen.He is only proficient in farming and raising livestock. He is a clumsy farmer who can't even write his own name. He probably can't even find a topic to ask about his son's study and examination...

One month later, he received a letter, which was a notification of the results of the unified examination of colleges and universities.He took one look at it, then stuffed it into his trouser pocket, but he was ashamed to let others take a second look or tell others. "Run baby, let go of your heart!" The father obviously guessed the content of the letter, without asking, he comforted his son in a loud voice, "It's too difficult to get into college now! I heard that there are dozens of people in Xiaohe Yichuan In the village, only one woman passed the exam, and people say that woman took the exam for three consecutive years before she passed the exam..."

"Hmm..." He responded noncommittally. "If you don't give up, you can study for another year and take the exam again next year, and Dad will pay for you." The father said, "Dad will pay you back for those acres of crops!" "No!" Runsheng shook his head with a wry smile, but his tone was firm. His college entrance examination results were too far away from the admission mark.Looking at the smile lines on his father's wrinkled cheeks, he felt uncomfortable.yes!How much did he pay for him to study until he graduated from high school!But he spent a lot of time on the basketball court of Wuli Town Middle School. He said flatly, "There is no need for tutoring, Dad."

"That's good! Now that I'm doing crops, life is easier." The father smiled easily, still forgiving his son.In his view, young people all want to pass their studies and exams to enter the city, and those who fail to achieve their goals are half-hearted, and even find it boring to do crops.He said, "Look, how many peasants there are in the world... Don't worry about it!" He and his father harvested in the field of their own responsibility, broke the bale and pinched the millet, and then sowed the wheat in the harvested field. When the busy season of autumn harvest and autumn sowing was over, the father and son could not be idle.

"I have to find a job! How can a farmer eat and sit idle?" His father smoked a pipe under the lamp, "The whole winter, the whole spring, there is no work in the field when the scythe is used to harvest wheat. Runwa , you have to make a living!" Runsheng leaned against the kang, he had already thought about what he should do to make a living.Five or six acres of responsible land is not enough for my father to clean up with both hands.The more than thirty hens in the house belonged to the mother's treasure, so he didn't need to manage them.The ox gave birth to a cow calf, and the sow gave birth to twelve cubs, which were the father's favorite things, and he didn't need to intervene to caress them.Chickens, pigs, cows, he has no interest in these things, and he finds them annoying!He likes bees, and has long dreamed of having a swarm of bees, traveling to the south in spring and north in summer, taking trains and cars, going all over the world to release bees and catch flowers.What's the point of those clumsy quacking hens, that dirty ugly old sow, that slow old scalper!The golden bees are buzzing, making snow white or golden honey, how interesting it is!

"I've thought about it a long time ago—" Runsheng glanced at his father and said confidently, "I want to keep bees, Dad, I've read "Apiculture" almost by heart." "Where's the cost?" My father always thought about the question realistically, "A box of bees costs seventy or eighty yuan. How many boxes can we afford? If we raise less, it's not worth it; if we raise more, it's not that big." capital……" "Buy me a net." Runsheng had planned for a long time ago, "I'll go to the river beach to fish for stones, and earn money to buy bees. My classmate's family in Dongchang Village has ten colonies of Italian bees. His father doesn't know how to manage them, so he doesn't make any money." Li, I don't want to keep it anymore. I want to bring over his bee nests. I've been fishing for stones this winter, and I've made enough money."

"If you like to do it, go and do it with the bees." The father never disobeyed his son, and always followed his son's interests.He had given birth to six daughters, and he only got such a precious son at the fiftieth mark. One can imagine his love for his son.Besides, Cao Anqin of Cao Village raised a colony of bees, traveling all over the world and earning a lot of money. His son's beekeeping is a real business, not a mere way of playing with dogs and pigeons.He said, "Go and fish for stones! Save the money you earn and buy honey for you. If it's not enough, Dad will sell this litter of piglets and make up for you..."

He carried the shovel and snare, walked out of the low gatehouse of his small courtyard, left the field, and came down to the river beach.The first light snow has just fallen on the river beach, and the tender green leaves of winter wheat are poised on top of the thin snow. Like the peasants on both sides of the river bank, on the wide sandy beach, they choose a sand beam with many stones, and use a triangular wooden frame to support it. The first loud sound of the first shovel thrown by the shovel, and the first loud sound of the stone hitting the brand-new barbed wire net, was novel and strange, and it remained in his memory for a long time. How many people are crowded on the beach, men and women, strong men and young people, some have a net for each person, and some fathers and sons, couples have a net together, posing in a posture, throwing sand and taking stones.The entire river beach was filled with the chaotic sound of stones hitting the net.The land has been settled, and the winter is slack, and most people who can't find a way to make money have come to the beach.This kind of labor is stable and does not need to travel around. You can eat hot meals in your own pot for three meals a day, and you can rest on your own hot kang at night.No investment, no low capital, just spend a dozen yuan to buy a machine-rolled net.Without anyone calling and mobilizing, after the autumn sowing is over, the peasants hang up the plow, unload the share, carry the net and walk down the river beach in front of the village. Here is an inexhaustible natural quarry. , can accommodate everyone. He was not troubled, but set up his own net on the sandy beach in front of Cao Village.His studies are mediocre, he is only a middle-level student, and he lacks the determination to pass the college entrance examination, so the result is naturally predictable.Because the expectations are not high, the degree of pain is relieved when you fail.He likes bees, that mysterious kingdom is more exciting than any university now; he likes the life of a beekeeper, and goes all over the world to catch flowers and collect honey... In order to buy the ten colonies of bees in Dongyang Village as soon as possible, he Now I have to bury my head and work hard, swinging the shovel desperately, and earn money to buy bees from the gravel thrown up by shovel after shovel!The father of that classmate in Dongyang Village is simply a big stupid bear. He killed more than half of the more than 20 boxes of lovely golden-yellow purebred Italian bees. Bring over the ten boxes of honeybees.At that time, he threw down the shovel and the snare, and left the beach, which is extremely cold in winter and extremely hot in summer... brush-- Cao Runsheng threw sand.He was wearing a blue autumn jacket. His short-haired sportsman's crew cut was steaming. His ruddy face was dripping with sweat, but his arms were not tired.In the past one month since I went down to the river beach, the initial period of not adapting to heavy physical labor has passed, and my hands have worn out thick calluses. Regardless of speed and endurance, or even the posture of catching shovels and blowing sand, I can completely compete with anyone. The peasants countered.The limbs trained on the basketball court are flexible and easy to use; the arms are wide and the waist is thin, and the movements are agile. Even the movements of throwing sand, lifting cages and throwing stones have the graceful posture of shooting. He wiped off his sweat, admiring the ever-increasing pile of stones, with a smug but dissatisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, like glancing at the number of points on the scoreboard during a ball game.At this time, a large sky blue truck roared and drove to the river bank from the poplar path among the wheat fields on the river beach. This was the first truck to come to Caocun river beach this morning to load sand and gravel.He threw down the shovel and ran towards the car. Many people jumped up from all corners of the river beach and ran towards the direction the car was coming from.Fierce competition emerges...