Chapter 39 Algae Row.1

Even with the northwest wind blowing for two days, not even a dog barking could be heard in this small village.The sky is endless lead-colored, with only a hazy patch of yellow on the horizon in the extreme east. Weakly but persistently, it seems that it wants to slowly melt the lead-colored sky cover away. Seven or eight low houses are scattered, lying on the ground like beetles.The stacks of new straw are like withered wild fungi; near them and a little far away by the river, the leafless tallow trees stretch out their newly injured branches, struggling against the northwest wind.The black tallow trees are the loving mothers of farmers; usually, they don’t need people to take care of them. In winter, when their black tallow trees burst into white heads, they sacrifice their thin fingers all over their bodies and endure thousands of knife wounds. Her oily tallow seeds make up for the farmers.

The river bends to the west, like a black python, crawling over the rice fields and irregular mulberry fields. The westward, the wider the river, and finally merged with the horizon.At the turn of summer and autumn, this happy and kind river was dotted with duckweed like copper coins and water plants like ribbons, but at this time they were all washed away by the northwest wind, and the naked river body wrinkled fish scales under the chill. Like breaking waves, the color also turned black in anger. Caixi, a tall man in his forties, came out of a low room.He strode to the east end of the paddy field, looked up at the sky and looked around, the yellow halo on the extreme eastern horizon was also covered at this time, the sky was now a huge lead cover, without any gaps .Caixi looked at it for a while, then sniffed again, trying to test the concentration of moisture in the air.

"Damn it! It's going to snow." Caixi murmured to himself, and walked back to the low house.A gust of northwest wind howled out from a mulberry field across the river, and lifted the lower skirt of Caixi's ragged cotton jacket.As soon as a mangy yellow dog came out of the house, it immediately retracted its head and arched its back; the messy hair on that back seemed to stand on end. "Hey, you bastard, you are so afraid of the cold!" Cai Xi said, and then he reached out and grabbed the yellow dog's neck, and then he seemed to be looking for someone to vent his energy. He mentioned the yellow dog and casually Throw it to the paddy field.

When the yellow dog rolled to the ground, it rolled over without barking, and ran back to the low house with its tail between its legs.Hahaha! ——Caixi went in while laughing. "Xiusheng! The sky is about to change. Today—go shoot weeds!" Caixi's majestic voice made the air in the room lively. In the corner of the room there was a dark thing wriggling, it was Xiusheng.He is the "head of the household" of the family, but also Caixi's cousin.She is about ten years younger than Caixi, but looks much older than Caixi.This farmer suffered from jaundice since he was a child.At this time, he was packing five buckets of rice into two sacks, trying to see if the weight on both sides was even.He stretched his waist and replied:

"Shall we go hunting weeds today? I'm going to the city to sell rice." "Go to the city tomorrow! What if it snows heavily? But what about the money from selling the tallow? Is it over?" "It's over a long time ago. It was all your idea. I want to redeem the winter clothes. But today there is no oil, and the salt is used up. Yesterday, the township chief came again to demand the interest of Mr. Chen's house. Didn't I say that I paid back Master Chen's interest first, and redeemed the winter clothes slowly, but you—" "Hmph! But we missed today, so we don't have our share of the weeds in the river?" Caixi yelled angrily and walked to the back of the house.

Xiusheng looked hesitantly at the sky outside the door.He is also afraid that it will snow, and the northwestern wind has been blowing for two days. Where the river is narrow and curved, the weeds are probably already piled up. If we go one day later, even if it does not snow, they will be chased away. But he couldn't forget what the mayor said yesterday, "I don't have any money tomorrow, okay! Pay it with rice!" Once the rice was in the hands of the mayor, if it was more than three yuan, it was only one and a half yuan. "Rice also needs to be sold, and weeds need to be harvested;" Xiusheng thought while trying to pick the two sacks with a pole.When he put down his pole, he decided to ask his neighbors. If someone went to the city, he took Mito to sell him.