Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

Zhao Peng came to the river along the sloping path under Changleng. There was a thin layer of dew on the yellow ripe and dry wheat ears and wheat leaves.In the harvested fields, among the neat stubble, there are corn seedlings that have just come out of the ground.In order to sow seeds earlier and stagger the urgent time of the dual tasks of harvesting and sowing in autumn, the farmers changed the old habit of planting the wheat in autumn after harvesting. Ten days before the wheat matured, they used a small sowing device to tie the corn seeds. Into the wheat field.The land doesn't even have a chance to rest for a day. The yellow wheat has just been cut, and green life has emerged vigorously.

A large north-south canal extending from the edge of the river bank to the front of the village edge slope connects three east-west irrigation canals in series to form a large irrigation network.Barrel-thick poplars are lined up on the irrigation ditch, and the huge and compact treetops are already crowded together. A slight morning breeze passed by, and there was a rather powerful sound of rushing.Weeds are embroidered on the bank of the canal, the long vines of the horsewhip, the long leaves of the tube grass, the trigonum, the long caterpillar fungus, endive and stinky wormwood, woven into a thick and fluffy grass felt.Big drops of dew glistened in the morning light, and his soaked feet and ankles were cool and itchy.The air is cool and humid, which makes people want to open their arms and puff up their chests to inhale the rich and clean air.

In every uncut wheat field, someone is bending over and waving a scythe. On every river path leading to the village, there are small carts or rack carts full of wheat sheaves moving slowly, as if they never stopped last night. Ah, the frenzied labor force that burst out after the land was contracted to the households! The canal along the north-south irrigation canal is high above the fields on both sides. There is clear river water flowing in the canal, and the aquatic plants are swaying in the flowing water. The yellow corn seedlings cheer up and grow vigorously. After the first bountiful summer harvest after the responsibility system, he was going to permanently root himself from this dear land, and it was the last harvest.

Shuqin actually hesitated, lost her mind, and didn't want to go to the city.The bountiful fruits of labor she had obtained for the first time strongly tempted and attracted her, and she did not want to go to the city.However, is that just the temptation to harvest abundant fruits? The majestic straight embankment straightens the course of the small river, and the crooked river bank that was cut arbitrarily by the river in the past can still be seen to be incomplete.He stood on the embankment, and a stream of clear blue water curved and flowed on the beach. On the river beach in the dry season, the river bed was exposed with sparkling stones and sand.The sun was about to rise, and the majestic peaks of the East Mountains of the Qinling Mountains were merged by the red rays of the sun and became blurred.

Shuqin should be persuaded not to be shaken, and to go to the city immediately after the summer harvest is over, he thought so. He can no longer sprinkle his sweat on the slope of the loess plateau, and he no longer has to hold the wooden handle of the small cart that has been passed down from the Western Zhou Dynasty or the Qin and Han Dynasties. He can no longer return to this primitive production state. Come on, don't you despise your hometown and your homeland, and don't you despise labor?When the whole family leaves the soil and enters the city, it will mark a historic mark in the long life history of their ancestors.Before going out of the alleys of Zhao Village, you should visit your neighbors and fellow countrymen, and you should also plant a shovel of loess on the graves of your parents and grandparents.He was leaving them, folks living and souls gone!No matter what he does in the future, he will never forget the world of small rivers and rivers in the vast Loess Plateau; he will never forget the taste of stumbling on a cowhide cart and lying on a small cart!For the sake of his folks and the descendants of Zhao Village to get rid of the hard and astringent cowhide cart as soon as possible, he knows what he should do...

Zhao Peng turned around and walked towards the village.He wants to go back to the factory immediately and ask the factory to make up a temporary house for him; it is not a big deal for Shuqin to dry the wheat at home; The son and daughter, as well as food and clothing, all moved into the family area of ​​the factory. Walking to the stage, Zhao Peng saw at a glance that Shuqin was spreading the wheat with a wooden shovel, and he walked towards her...