"Three!" Zhou Dalang frowned, "Isn't this too many?"

"His wages are only 800 Wen," Lao Zhoutou also felt that it was a lot, but it was the price that he spent a long time working out, and muttered: "This ox cart can almost catch up with half a cow."

In the past, I only plowed the fields, and I could carry the plows on my back, so it was okay without a bullock cart, and the family's oxen was still easy.

But now we have to harvest wheat, so of course it would be better to have an ox cart.

An ox cart can be used for many years. If there are no accidents, it may last longer than the ox. From the wheels to the body, it is all made of wood, so it is not cheap at all.

Normally, if you ask a carpenter from Dali Village to build an ox cart, in addition to two trees, you also need to pay about 1,000 yuan in wages, mainly because it takes a long time to build an ox cart.

If you think about it carefully, it might take two or three months, which is more time-consuming than building a plow.

However, not everyone can make a plow. It is too delicate and cannot be made by carpenters in Dali Village.

The reason why he was willing to give Lao Zhoutou so much money this time, just to get him an extra tree, was because he now had an ox cart.

It was a business that was picked up before the disaster last year. The two parties agreed that the labor fee was 1,200 yuan, and the wood delivered was also very good, so the carpenter built it with great care.

Who would have thought that if someone suffered a disaster, they wouldn't be able to get so much money for a while, and even if the carpenter said he was willing to give it on credit, he wouldn't be willing to take it. Of course, the other family didn't want the two trees, so they were given to the carpenter for free.

The carpenter was so angry that he left the packed car at home.

As soon as Manbao brought the cow back, Lao Zhoutou remembered this matter, because this matter caused quite a stir in several nearby villages, and the two families almost started fighting.

So he knows very clearly.

What a wooden ox cart...

The labor cost is 1,200 yuan...

Lao Zhoutou went to Dali Village two or three times when he was not so busy. After talking to each other several times, he finally reduced the money to 800 yuan. Of course, the carpenter also had to give his car a new one.

Sand it once to make sure it's better.

That afternoon, Lao Zhoutou led Zhou Dalang up the mountain and found three pretty good trees. The father and his son cut them down and transported them down the mountain. Early the next morning, Qian took Xiao Qian and others to harvest wheat, while Lao Zhoutou took

He led his sons to carry wood and oxen to Dali Village to ask for an oxcart.

Before noon, Lao Zhoutou led the oxen and the oxcart to the field. Their family was the only one harvesting in the field.

Only when the oxen pulled a cart of wheat back did the villagers know that Lao Zhou's family had bought a car, and everyone stood and watched.

Suddenly a sigh came from the noisy crowd, "Let's have a sickle at home this afternoon."

Someone said: "I think it will be sunny for a few days. If we wait a little longer, the wheat ears will be riper."

"It's all dark yellow, so it's almost ready. After harvesting the wheat, we still need to transplant the rice seedlings."

As soon as these words came out, many villagers felt their backs and waists ached. This year was really busy and tiring. Every time I got busy, I was busy day and night. I finally finished working for a while and took less than two days' rest.

It's a busy day again.

The villagers asked about the price of the car, and after seeing the excitement, they were about to disperse. As soon as they stepped away, they saw Man Bao coming back carrying a small book box. They couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Man Bao, why are you back from school?

, your small farm is about to be harvested too?”

"Yes," Man Bao said, "Our husband is going to teach us in Daling in the afternoon, so I will come back for lunch first."

"Man Bao, the wheat seeds used by your village are also from your family? I passed by and took a look yesterday and found that your wheat is much better than ours and is almost the same as yours."

Man Bao smiled innocently at him.

My mother has said that if you don’t want to answer questions, just laugh.

The person who asked the question thought he had the answer and did not ask any more questions.

When Lao Zhou's family started, the villagers in Qili Village seemed to be stimulated, and most of them started to harvest.

Of course Mr. Bai's family and Manbao's small village were also there.

Man Bao had never cut wheat in the fields at home, let alone in a small farm. Mr. Zhuang took them to class in the straw shed, and during recess they wore straw hats and went to the field to pick wheat ears.

Another benefit that Mr. Zhuang did not notice is that when everyone eats lunch and dinner together, Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang will no longer waste food.

As long as the steamed buns have been chewed, they will be eaten up, and they will not be left uneaten until they feel full at the end like before.

Mr. Zhuang was very satisfied with what he saw. It seemed that there were some benefits to taking classes on the edge of the fields.

After lunch, the four masters and apprentices sat on the plank beds to enjoy the breeze and chat. Bai Shanbao poured them a cup of tea. The four of them held the teacup with one hand and supported themselves with the other, looking at the fields where green and yellow intertwined with contentment.

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The sun was a bit strong at this time, so the hired short-term workers and the long-term workers hid under the shade of the trees to rest until the sun went down in the afternoon before going to the fields to harvest.

Mr. Zhuang squinted his eyes to feel the wind coming from the shop, and fell asleep. Manbao and the others also felt sleepy, so they put down their teacups and squinted their eyes to sleep. When he was half awake and half asleep, Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked: "Why did I sleep?"

The wheat in your field is much better than that in Mr. Bai’s field?”

Man Bao moved his body, lying on his back, his little belly rising and falling, and hummed: "It's better."

Mr. Zhuang asked: "Why?"

The reason why Mr. Zhuang asked this was because he found that the wheat in the small farm was not only a little or two better than that in Mr. Bai's field, but much better.

He didn't notice it at first, but the wheat ears picked up by the three children were placed in the straw shed. A day or two later, he couldn't help but see it.

The ears of wheat were heavy and plump. He thought it was because the workers in the village were not doing their best and left behind good ears of wheat. But when he went to the field to take a look, he found that the other ears of wheat were also in good condition.

It can be said that this is better than the type of wheat ears they select from thousands of wheat ears to make seeds.

The day laborers who harvested just thought that their employer's wheat was growing well and it was a good harvest, but Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but think more.

Manbao and the others planted more than 20 acres of winter wheat and divided it into several plots. The conditions of the wheat in these plots were almost the same. What does this mean?

This shows that the wheat harvest is very even.

If it were Dr. D, she would say that plant genes are very stable and can be propagated on a large scale.

Mr. Zhuang does not have that kind of knowledge, but he also knows this truth.

So today he asked a lot about growing winter wheat at that time, including how they had been cooking winter wheat in the past six months.

But the three children just talked and made up their minds, and the hired workers did everything.

And what they did was the same as other farmers, there was nothing unusual about it. So Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but ask them if they knew the reason for their bumper wheat harvest.
Chapter completed!