Chapter 4 freshly harvested pasture

It’s also raining on Gigi Liddy, or Gigi Berry—he’s been introducing himself to people as Gigi Berry lately.It was also raining on his father Shirley and the last few bales he was baling.On the highest grassland in his house, the circular pasture, the father and son are loading hay onto a flatbed trailer. "Is our timing accurate?" Hillary asked. Gigi didn't answer, he was too tired.He had baled so much hay this evening that he could feel his fingers growing red and thick in his gloves.Exhausted, he threw out the last handful of grass, Hillary stacked them neatly, and then sat on the driver's seat of the trailer.Gigi got into the car with Bethko in her arms, and sat next to Hillary—this dog was too old, and his body was getting heavier and heavier, so he couldn't jump into the car by himself, but there was no work on the farm like him Those who don't want to get involved, as long as there are people who work "more `duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n ", there will be Bisco shadow.

Hillary stepped on the clutch, and the old trailer started rumblingly, slowly crossing the freshly harvested pasture.Gigi climbed to the top of the haystack.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and under the illumination of the headlights, the raindrops fell obliquely.They followed the ruts at the edge of the ring to the farm below. What Shirui said was right, they calculated very accurately, the hay harvested just now was the last batch.The weather this summer has been very wet, and the idea of ​​drying the grass was completely defeated at first, and finally had to ask someone to bundle the remaining grass into bales.The grass is too wet to dry, and the feed is not fresh enough for winter—to be honest, these things are really hard to call feed, because even if the livestock faints from hunger, they don't like to eat this kind of grass with little nutrition.The only use of this forage is to temporarily replenish the feed when the feed is scarce, but it cannot completely replace the feed.It is not an easy task to feed the livestock well.

The trailer moved forward slowly, and Gigi saw Bisco's tail swaying from side to side with the bumps of the car.To their right, on the other side of the fence, was "Molly's Place," which the Liddish family had named after a dead donkey.Now, a mottled shadow was moving across the land like a school of fish swimming in the deep sea.This is a herd of white Saanen goats and tawny Togenberger goats walking towards the shed by the garden. Goats hate rain, and so does Gigi.Now that he was done with his work, he didn't need the rain to cool him down, and the rain running down his hair hurt his eyes.He wished he could lie in bed and sleep soundly.

Hillary parked the car in the yard and suggested, "Let's unload the car in the morning." Gigi nodded, jumped down from the haystack, and directed Dad to back the car into the open space in the hayloft.Mother Helen came through the back door. "It's just in time," she said. "I've just made tea." In the kitchen, the teapot is still steaming on the stove, and there are freshly baked biscuits on the plate.But Gigi didn't even look at it, and went straight back to her room upstairs.The schoolbag thrown on the bed was not put away, and the unfinished homework book was exposed.He glanced at the alarm clock. If he got up half an hour earlier tomorrow morning, he could still do some homework.

He threw his schoolbag and its contents on the floor.When he set the alarm clock, he couldn't help thinking, in fact, he would think this way every day: Where did the time go?