Go back to the valley to farm

Chapter 432
430 Chapter Three

Li Junge went over and saw that it was a picture of a lady with mountains and rivers. In the painting was a small pavilion by the river. There was a vase of flower arrangements on the stone table in the pavilion. A woman in palace costume was holding a branch of flowers and was standing by the pavilion, bracing against the river. Talking to the little girl who came with a small boat, her expression seemed to be a little annoyed.

The boat was a black-topped boat, and in front of the boat stood a cute little girl, with a lively expression and a sly face, as if she was trying to defend herself.

The background in the distance is light-colored mountains and rivers, and there is a line of flowers and trees of different shades between the mountains and rivers.

The woman in palace costume is A Yin, and the little girl is Wang Meixian.

There is a poem inscribed on the painting: "The sound of silkworms lifts the phoenix tree lightly, to the east of the small pavilion, and the sound of stinging rain a few times releases the sky. The thin clouds are scattered, the new moon is light, and it returns to Peng at night, but the crimson of the bay reflects the light red."

Li Junge smiled and said: "Hey! There is progress. I use the sound of eating mulberry leaves as a metaphor for light rain hitting sycamore trees. It is fresh and lovely, quite good, and has a little taste of Yi'an layman."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the last sentence: "This sentence is adapted from the famous sentence of the predecessors, 'Ken loves dark red and loves light red', which is also very natural and fits the painting environment. It can be regarded as a masterpiece in the painting."

Qiu girl blushed from the praise: "I would also like to thank Brother Erpi for your guidance, and Grandpa Fourth. I feel that I have grown a lot from listening to his lectures during this time."

Mr. Ding laughed loudly: "It seems that Lijiagou still has to come often, this holiday is so worth it, not to mention Qiu girl, even the four of us feel that we have benefited a lot, no, five, and Xu Sina Boy!"

Li Junge turned his head: "Hey, where did Boss Xu go? And where are my mentor and senior brother?"

Ding Lao said: "That kid Xu Si met a girl named Xiaozhi today, and the two of them chatted with Master Guoshan somehow. Xu Si said that he was leaving tomorrow and wanted to chat with Master Guoshan again. This is not to take your mentor, senior brother, and that girl to Fawang Temple."

Qiu Yatou took out another painting and said to Li Junge: "Erpi brother, please point me to this one as well."

Li Junge saw that it was the portrait that was used to write poems with Qiu Yatou on the mountain. Now Qiu Yatou has transcribed it into a painting, and the content of the poem has also changed slightly, changing it to "Zhu Yuyun" The windows are green, the moss is rusty and the stone is green. Lanfang is fragrant for a long time, and banana leaves spread out in the empty courtyard."

Li Junge smiled, pointed to the first sentence and said, "Fenzi, why did it change to Yunzi?"

Qiu Yatou said anxiously: "Fenzi and Yunzi are actually similar, but I think Fenzi is a relatively straightforward action, and Yunzi is divided bit by bit, which is more in line with the theme of 'slow change'."

Li Junge pointed to the second sentence again: "The word level, why was it changed to the word stone again?"

Qiu Yatou said: "Brother Erpi, I feel that the "level" characters are a bit contrived, and it is more natural to use stone characters."

Li Junge smiled at the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the third sentence: "What about the word Shu? We used the word Shu at first, but then changed it to Xiao. Why did you change it back?"

Qiu girl tilted her head and said: "Tell me, changing the word Shu to eliminate the word, in addition to writing the diffuse state of orchid fragrance in the air, it can also improve the direct perception of the simple visual sense of smell to the spiritual experience, right? "

Li Junge said: "Yes, but why did you change it back? There must be a reason?"

Qiu Yatou said: "Later, I thought that if I changed it like this, I would actually impose my own feelings on the people who watched the paintings. I would rather they slowly experience this taste from my painting environment, rather than from ours. It was read directly from the poem, so I changed it back!"

Li Junge applauded and laughed loudly: "Wonderful! Hahahaha, Mr. Ding, congratulations on accepting such a disciple of Zhong Yulingxiu!"

Old man Ding was so happy that his eyes were closed, he stroked his beard and nodded.

After Li Junge finished laughing, he said to Qiu Yatou: "It seems that you have mastered the method of refining characters I mentioned. Let's not talk about whether the practice is good or not. Just changing a character can make a lot of sense. This The direction is right! Just work hard like this, write down any good sentences in your mind that you skip in your mind, and use them as eyes when you have time, and learn to expand them into a poem. This method can get twice the result with half the effort."

"When the techniques are gradually proficient, you must gradually condense into your own style, um..."

After speaking, he pointed to the little poem just now: "This style is not bad. This is a work accumulated from your life experience, life experience, and daily feelings."

"'Words are the voice of your heart', this is your own thing, it's like picking up grass at your fingertips; imitating someone else's words forcibly, it will take a lot of effort and effort. Girl, you have already entered the room, continue to work hard!"

Old man Ding held four kits tied together, and said with a smile: "Pi Wa, I said that each of us would give you a painting, but last time you ran faster than the wind!"

Wu Meixian smiled and said, "Don't worry, you won't be asked to write poetry this time!"

Li Junge quickly reached out to take it: "I am really grateful, thank you, thank you!"

Coming out of the wooden building, Aunt Bai said, "Pi Wa, your Chinese paintings are a bit like our foreign watercolors."

Li Junge smiled and said: "Uh, it looks similar at first glance, but it is actually different. From paper, pen, paint, design, thought, composition, aesthetics, perspective, technique, concept, post-processing, there are two completely different methods. "

"Only in terms of strokes and strokes, Chinese people like to use calligraphy to paint. There are certain rules for thickness, thickness, rapidity, setbacks, turnings, squares, circles, ups and downs, flying white, dry and wet... not only must have the aesthetics of calligraphy, but also conform to the aesthetics of calligraphy. Artistic conception in painting; good Chinese painting, like calligraphy, can not only be appreciated as a whole, but also can be savored one by one, or even one stroke by one stroke. This kind of charm is beyond the experience of Western watercolor painting. "

Talking and chatting like this, Li Junge sent the group of five to the ancestral hall, and then said to them: "Everyone is exhausted today, and tomorrow we will start drying the millet, so come early as well!"

On the second day, Li Junge went to Mulou first, and sent away the four elders of the Jiazhou School of Painting, Qiu Yatou, Xu Si, and Xiao Zhi. He also set off with Zhao Huaqiang, the third college student of Lijiagou.

Before departure, Zhao Huaqiang said to Li Junge: "Brother Erpi, I also developed a system based on the system of Grandpa Yu's Frog Farm, but it is a simplified version. At present, there are only temperature control, humidity reminder, food reminder, drinking water reminder, and Together with Brother Guanhai, the food trough and water pipes have been connected to the rat farm, and Brother He Miao knows how to use them."

After finishing speaking, he said embarrassingly: "This is the first version that can be used. It is very simple, and it is far from the system of other agricultural universities."

Li Junge patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not easy. You've only been using it for two months. I'll definitely check it out when I have time! Interest is the best enlightenment, and practice is the best mentor. Your system can be used in many places, such as orchid farms, such as fish ponds, and there will be a large pig farm in the future. At that time, you can also study and study the equipment programs of the Dutch, and there is plenty of room for display!"

After sending everyone away and returning home, the group of five had already had breakfast and was ready to work.

They handed over taro and rice dumplings to each person, a shoulder pole and two baskets, and the three of them picked out the rice in the main room and poured it on the open dam.

Grandma instructed Aunt Bai and the two sisters to scrape the rice flat and dry it with a rake.

In the middle, the larger straw should be picked out.

After three days of sun drying, the moisture content of the rice begins to become appropriate. It happens that there is wind on this day, so it can start to be raised.

Before raising the field, it is necessary to pass a preliminary sieve, and sieve some large straw dust and mud that cannot be blown away by the wind, leaving only those and grains that can be blown away by the wind.

When raising the field, you must stand at the lower air outlet, that is, the direction where the person faces the wind, so that the grains that are blown to the side and front will be blown back to the side by the wind, and the weeds and dust will be carried behind the person by the wind.

It's easy to be a loser.

The taro rice dumpling, Li Junge, and the others covered their faces with scarves and straw hats. At the end of the day, they still turned into three natives, their faces scratched with sweat, and their eyelashes covered with dust.

Aunt Bai and her two younger sisters also worked hard, sifting through the sieve until their hands blistered.

However, when the clean grains were collected together, everyone was very happy, because tomorrow they can start rice threshing.

Not to mention the snail-like progress of Li Junge and the others, the thousands of acres of terraced fields have been working in full swing these days.

There are all agricultural machinery over there, and the terraced fields start from the foot of the mountain and go up, and two-thirds of them have been harvested in a few days.

Then the first batch of harvested rice, after being dried in the sun, has been packed into rice bags. The most recent task of Wuxi No. [-], besides pulling materials from Jiachuan, is to transport rice and lychees.

Ayin and Liang Huili and Wang Jixing have established a hotline, and they are in contact with at least five or six calls a day.

But Li Junge was already in a daze, but I felt uncomfortable after getting the rice out today.

Early in the morning, Li Junge put the millstone in place, and his grandma instructed him to dig out a big fader from the pigsty shed, and replace the old stone mill at home.

Then set up a shelf and hang a large dustpan, which is used for shaking the rice at the end.

When the group of five came over, Li Junge picked out a load of millet and said, "If you break out this hundred catties of millet today, it will be considered a complete merit!"

Zongba was not convinced: "It's only one tenth, why don't we get more?"

Li Junge said with a smile: "One hundred catties at a time is enough. Once the rice is shelled, it loses its vitality. It is not as convenient to store as millet. When you leave Lijiagou, beat these millet into rice. In this way You can take it back to the United States. Now, just get some new rice and try it out."

Alice held the purple-red rice and smelled it on the tip of her nose: "Well, there is the aroma of rice and the smell of sunshine. Hurry up, I can't wait."

Still the grandma in charge, Alice sent the rice into the wind blower, and Zongba vigorously shook the iron handle to make the wind blades turn, and left the shriveled shell after blowing off the blowing field.

Then Aunt Bai sent the millet into the hole of the 礌子, and Li Junge began to push the 礌子.

After the rice is crushed by the bamboo teeth of the reed, the rice grains are separated from the chaff. While directing the work, grandma uses a broom to sweep the mixture of chaff and rice into the baskets along the grooves on the side of the reed.

Alice then sends them to the windmill, where the wind separates the husks from the brown rice.

(End of this chapter)