Chapter 58 farm idiot

When I went to pick up excrement from the school public toilet, I often met someone in front of the cesspit by coincidence.He has a long black face, a torn straw hat, and his trousers must be covered in mud.A pair of yellow rubber shoes had a hole in the front, and a few loose yarns hanging from the heel of the shoes, like a waste product picked up from a garbage dump. Looking at his two oversized manure buckets, it is impossible for anyone to know that he is a city dweller.His surname is Yu, and he is called "Boss Yu" because he came here to set up a fish farm many years ago and hired some helpers, so he has the identity of the boss.However, his fish farming was not going well. Either he encountered fish plague or mountain torrents. Over the past few years, he lost all his hundreds of thousands of investment.But he never withdrew his troops. He still feeds pigs, beats rice, farms, grows melons and vegetables here, and expands the scope of business outside the fish pond. He feeds more than 20 pigs alone, which is simply labor madman.He stopped hiring workers and came to the school to carry the manure himself, and he wished he could carry three loads on one shoulder. The manure bin he chose was as big as a manure tank.

He also seems to be about fifty years old, and he still wants to be an agricultural Li Ka-shing?Want to win an Agriculture Olympiad? When I met him, I couldn't help but ask him a lot about farming, what to do when the hen doesn't lay eggs, and what's the matter with the dead leaves of tomatoes.I couldn't find the answer to the question in agricultural books such as "Qi Min Yao Shu".At this time, he taught in great detail, and sometimes exhorted: Come to my house, and I will give you some good seedlings. he also Someone brought some good seedlings, as well as clipping materials for disease prevention and pest control.I have been to his house.Walking all the way, I found that he had a long way to carry the dung.Since he feeds so many poultry and livestock, manure should not be a problem, but he still runs long distances to the school toilets again and again, only missing the free manure as a big pot of food, and his planting ambitions must be extremely broad.I saw his slopes full of vegetables, ridges of grain, and pens of pigs, and I was really shocked by the scale of his industry.His house is like a beggar's den, much messier than ordinary farm houses.In several borrowed old tile-roofed houses, the big pot was half full of cold water, and the hen flew up to the stove, leaving behind chicken droppings and grass whiskers.There are not one or two decent chairs in the bedroom, but there are a few adobe bricks to sit on.Bags of chaff or chemical fertilizers are piled up next to the big wooden cabinet, becoming a roadblock that guests must beware of.A broken bed that was obviously borrowed, the quilts were not folded, and they were piled up in a ball, weighing down two broken magazines. I don't know if the housewife has no time or mood to take care of them.

I didn't say much here, because he was too busy to talk with me.As soon as he came back from the ground sweating profusely, some farmers came to beg him to beat rice, and some farmers came to buy his duck eggs.Before finishing here, another woman asked him to diagnose the chickens, and she didn't let him stop for a moment. The housewife came back and was busy cutting and cooking pig food, so she didn't have time to talk to me.It could be seen that she was so tired that she couldn't stand upright, and a lock of sweaty hair was hanging on her forehead. "You are so capable, you have contracted so many lands."

She sneered: "Isn't this crazy? I haven't figured it out. Is there a lump of gold or a lump of silver here? It's a good day, so I came here to fight ghosts." "It's true. I'm not young anymore. Don't be too big on your heart. You can do as much as you can. Take it easy." "He wished that there were thirty-six hours in a day, and wished that I could grow eight hands by myself!" I saw that a chair she was sitting on was about to collapse, "You should at least build a few pieces of furniture, and then repair the house. Do you want to live and work in peace, live in peace first, and then work happily."

"Who says it's not? It's going to be done this winter, right? But, I'm up to him whether or not to do it, how to do it." She didn't bother to say anything, looking at the setting sun outside the door, with a face like marrying a dog and following the dog of sorrow. Later I found out that Boss Yu and I were still middle school classmates, just in different grades.Back then he was from "Jinggangshan" and I was from the "Red Creation Association". When the two factions fought each other fiercely with May 4th pistols, grenades, bricks and iron bars, we might have fought each other, but we didn't remember each other's faces.Later, everyone went to the countryside, and he went to another commune, not too far from my commune.We may have met on the long-distance bus or in the market town, but there was no special acquaintance.Not long ago, several old school friends came to visit me in the country, and one of them was a classmate of his.After hearing the news, he immediately brought a big fish to entertain the guests, but he never stayed to eat it himself—in fact, he was too busy to attend the table.

Looking at his two muddy feet pattering away, my guests were all curious about his busyness.It stands to reason that he has a house in the city, a pension, and has made two fortunes in his own business. Why should he come here to get muddy and watery?Make your wife so full of resentment that she has to hold a complaint meeting every time she sees a guest?Is he trying to get rich?seems not.With the status of one of his uncles as the chief of the bureau, he can open any shop in the city and help any job, and this income is indispensable.On the contrary, he is here to diagnose chicken diseases for the owner, deliver vegetable seedlings to the west, and guide insecticide and fruit tree grafting everywhere.He also raised a big ocean dog.The animal was as big as a calf, and it was as tall as a man standing upright. It had to eat one or two pig lungs a day, which caused his wife to go to the market town to look for pig lungs twice a day. He lost a lot of money for the fare and pig lungs alone. —Is there anyone who gets rich like this?

Even the peasants found him incredible. In this era, people can understand money fans, wine fans, dance fans, chess fans, fishing fans, card fans and even white powder fans, but it is difficult to understand a farmer fan.When people see a person sweating profusely in the gym, they will say it is cool;Similarly, when people see fans spending a lot of money for idols on stage, and stockholders lose their money on the stock exchange, they will feel normal.Seeing Boss Yu doing farm work even if he made a small profit without losing money, he would feel that the madhouse was unlocked. Boss Yu is so busy that he doesn't even watch TV. He never knows which celebrity is pregnant, which celebrity is divorced, which celebrity is in a lawsuit, which celebrity's sexual orientation has changed... In the eyes of many people, of course, the problem is more serious. serious.He is simply an idiot of the information age.Does he dare to admit it?

There are many truths in this era that cannot be shared with Boss Yu.