Chapter 41 Algae Row.3

Weed grass is harvested and prepared to be used as fertilizer in next spring.In the paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River, fertilizer is applied once every spring when the rice is transplanted, and again in July and August when the rice is waist-high.In the village of Xiusheng and the others, the old method used to pay attention to the second fat, so bean cakes were used.One year, a so-called "accident" happened in the place where the bean cake was produced, so the price of the bean cake became more expensive every year, farmers couldn't afford it, and the bean cake business went bankrupt.

The poor peasants had to use fertilizer only once, which was the first time, and it was called "touchou"; moreover, the best material for this "touchou" was said to be water plants in the river, Xiusheng and others called them "weed grass" in the countryside. . Harvesting weeds must be done after the northwest wind blows in winter; at that time, the wind will gather the weeds in one place, making it easy to salvage them.But the severe cold in the wild in winter is not easy to bear. Farmers who lost their bean cakes had to fight desperately with their lives. Caixi and Xiusheng headed west in a dilapidated "naked boat".According to experience, they knew that a fork port more than twenty miles away from the village had the most weeds; but they also knew that before they set off, two boats had already sailed from the same village, so they must double their speed westward. After more than ten miles and then turn south for more than ten miles, we can reach the destination ahead of others.This is Caixi's idea.

The northwest wind was still very strong, and the two of them went against the wind, Caixi rode the pole, and Xiusheng rowed the oar. The northwest wind played with the loose hair of Caixi's blue belt, often disturbing the penny.Cai Xi casually grabbed the belt end, wiped the sweat on his face, brushed again, the pole hit the frozen soil by the river, and the lip of the boat stirred up silvery white spray.oh-oh!From Caixi's thick chest came a majestic long cry, and the penny turned quickly and smartly, and drove into the water on the other side of the boat. Drag, and turn the water-drenched penny stick over the top of the head.

Caixi seemed to have found someone to vent his anger on, dancing with the penny, becoming more and more energetic, sweating from victory all over his body. After traveling for about ten miles, the river widened.The vast and boundless newly harvested rice fields spread out in front of you.Shiny belt-like branches run through thousands of hectares of flat domains like a chessboard.The canopy for the waterwheel is like some foam-headed nails, nailed here and there near the "belts".Scattered and scattered clusters of dust are small villages, and white smoke is faintly floating. But in this simple field, the green clusters standing proudly from far and near are the graveyards of rich families.

Some water birds fluttered up from the pile of dry reeds, and suddenly dispersed, like many small black spots, falling far away and disappearing. Caixi stood on the bow of the boat with his penny across, and suddenly felt that all the scenes in front of him were familiar, yet fresh.Nature seemed to speak to him in silent language.He felt something in his chest want to come out. "Oh-ha!" He uttered a long whistle towards the gloomy field. The northwest wind carried away the whistle and dissipated it.Caixi slowly put down the penny.The withered reeds on the shore groaned in suspense.The sound of oars coming from the boat was crisp, but slow and weak.

When Caixi reached the stern of the boat, he helped Tong Xiusheng to row the oar.The water hissed as if defeated. Before long, they arrived at their destination. "Hurry up and fight! They will also arrive later, and it will hurt everyone to fight." Caixi said to Xiusheng, and picked up a pair of the largest and heaviest beetroot clippers.They all stood on the bow of the boat, one on each side, opened their clamps, stabbed down into the thick pile of sage, then closed the clamps, twisted hard, dragged, and lifted them up, even the river mud and stalks. , Throw them all into the belly of the boat.

The mud and grass in the Fork Harbor seem to be a piece of growth, resisting the tearing of manpower.River mud and crushed ice chips added weight.Caixi was writhing violently, twisting his protruding chin vigorously; every time he lifted it up, he let out a cry of victory, and the thick bamboo in the weed clip was bent like a bow and creaked. "Hold hard, Xiusheng, hit it fast!" Caixi spit into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands together, and raised the weed clipper with great vigor. Sweat dripped from Xiusheng's slightly swollen face.However, his movements were only half as fast as Caixi's, and the amount of weed he hit with each clip was only half as fast as Caixi's.However, he felt that his arms were sore, his heart was beating in his chest like a panic, and he hummed softly from time to time.

The weeds with river mud and ice debris gradually rose up in the belly of the boat, and the draft of the boat gradually deepened; every time Caixi lifted a full clamp, he stepped hard, and the boat moved outward, and the icy river water Then he climbed onto the bow and soaked his straw sandal feet.He had already taken off his ragged padded jacket, and was only wearing a single coat, but the blue cloth belt was still tied tightly; from head to waist, he was steaming like a steamer.