20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 781
In history, literati and scholars did not describe spring too much, and their angles should not be too three-hundred-eight. Even modern poets and poets have endless articles. Spring has always been a favorite season.

But unlike most poems and chapters, the spring in the Northeast always comes so slowly.

When the spring breeze is like scissors in February in the south, the northeast is still counting nine winters and snow days, which are the coldest days of the year.

In March, when the wind and rain are green and the south of the Yangtze River is green, the Northeast is full of lies in singing poems with tears in the north wind and snow.The reason is that in the era when poetry and songs were popular, this place was not yet part of the territory of China, so we can hardly find sentences describing the Northeast in history.The only thing is war, full of sadness.There is no spring in the Northeast.

Spring in the south arrives in seconds. Suddenly, flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields overnight, and spring is here, and then there are enchanting waists all over the streets.

Spring in the Northeast is faltering, oppressed by the lingering winter and losing its temper, just waiting for it to go.So while the snow melted, it was bitingly cold. There is an old saying in the Northeast that spring covers autumn and freezes. The coldness of spring goes straight to the bone marrow.If you can call those months spring.

When the flowers bloom in the northeast mountains, the green pines turn green, and the mountains and plains are soaked in green, it is already early summer in the south.

Probably, in April or May, the last piece of ice in the shade of the mountains finally melted into water and disappeared. Although the wind was still cool, it was no longer gloomy and cold. In the fields, stubble began to be burned to make the ridges, peaches and apricots began to bloom, and people also He took off his cotton coat and put on a light sweater.

Or those who are physically stronger skip the sweater and put on lighter autumn clothes. When the night wind blows, they immediately shrink into a ball and shiver.

When the night wind warms up, the time has passed to June, all the flowers have already bloomed, I took off my autumn clothes and wanted to say hello to spring, but spring has already gone far away, standing in front of you smiling Nightmare like a flower, is summer.

In this yard at the south corner of Wanliu Park, Xiaowei's family is farming, digging up the black soil, making ridges, and sowing seeds.

"Mom, are you growing spring onions now? Are spring onions a foot high now? Here, when do we have to wait to eat them?"

Xiaowei's mother didn't turn her head back: "I can't eat today, I have to wait for the snow to melt next year, so what's the matter? I don't plant this year, let alone next year."

Xiaowei said: "Isn't it okay to plant it again last autumn? Here, why occupy the land? Wouldn't it be good to plant something else?"

Xiaowei's mother said: "Are you really planning to grow locally? This is just a thought. What can I grow? Sprinkle a few green onions, put a few leeks, and surround two lettuces around the side. A rack of cucumbers."

Xiaowei's father stood up straight and looked over: "I don't grow peppers and peppers? Kidney beans, eggplants, and the seeds I got back."

Xiaowei's mother looked at the land behind the main building, scratched it in her mind, and said, "If you want to plant it, you can plant it, anyway, it can be done, okay, let's do it this year, and then think about it next year when it's autumn." How to plant. Then, what kind of seedlings should we use for kidney beans and cucumbers?"

Xiaowei said: "The bamboo pole I got will be dragged back for you every few days, it will be enough for you."

Xiaowei's father put down his hoe, thought for a while and asked, "What kind of fertilizer do we have on the ground? Are you making urea?"

Xiaowei said: "Our own fertilizer and feed factory does not have enough fertilizer. It will be enough to ask Hong Liang to drag two bags back. Will this land use fertilizer?"

Xiaowei's father said: "It's good to have some. This is the raw land. I haven't planted clean grass for many years. I'm afraid the land is not fertile enough. Let's take a look first."

"Wow, wow." Comrade Gensheng's loud and clear cry came from upstairs, Xiaowei's mother said: "This child, this voice is too loud."

Xiaowei's father said: "It's not good to have a loud voice, boy, it means that you have a good physique, like when Xiaowei was young, like a kitten, okay?"

Xiaowei's mother said: "Oh, Dajun's daughter-in-law is going to have a baby soon, right? I want to have grandchildren too, I'm getting old."

Xiaowei asked: "When will you go there? I figured it would be soon."

Xiaowei's mother said, "What about Xiaobing after we left? What about the stall here?"

Xiaowei said with a smile: "It seems that I can't live without you, yes, it's not a few years. How long do you plan to live there?"

Xiaowei's mother skillfully buried the seeds with her feet, and said, "Why can't the moon be full? It will come and go every two months, right?"

Xiaowei said: "Two months, just two months. You can live until the Chinese New Year, and come back together at that time. There is nothing to worry about at home, there are so many people."

The three of them quickly worked together to cultivate the land, while talking about the homework, digging ridges, digging holes, planting seeds, and watering, as naturally as flowing clouds and flowing water.

The grass and trees in the yard are blooming, the fruit trees have just seen new green, the willow trees have taken out new branches and covered the leaves, in the woods, the flowerbeds are growing green grass tips, and the chickens are happily crawling around in the woods , ducks and geese float leisurely in the pond, and the big dog leans down on the stone platform at the corner of the building to watch several people plant the land.A thriving feeling.

"Last year, you were stuck at the police station every day, and you got a case every three days. How can you be honest after a year? I think you've been hanging around at home these days, don't you want to go?"

Xiaowei's father handed Xiaowei the hoe, and went to the side to light a cigarette.

Xiaowei said: "After all, I didn't do that. I caught up with it last year. If I catch up, I can't care about it? This year, it's the end of the month, and I don't bother to go there when I have nothing to do. Now I'm waiting for the building to get up and everyone to move. At that time, it will be almost enough for me to treat everyone to a meal. Anyway, there are some favors."

Xiaowei's mother asked: "Then you, when the days are over, are you still a policeman? Do you have to hand in your certificate?"

Xiaowei said: "No, this is mine. I still have to go to the meeting in the future. If something happens, I still have to attend. Even if I don't have to go to work, I don't get paid."

Xiaowei's mother couldn't figure it out, and said, "It's really strange. It's the first time I've heard of such a policeman. What's going on?"

Xiaowei's father asked Xiaowei: "How did Xiaoxia's house decide?"

Xiaowei said: "I will move here in a few days, and we have agreed to live at the gate. The eldest sister and the second sister will come over. The eldest sister is going to sell clothes, and the second sister wants to open a cake shop. The old couple will bring their grandchildren. The second sister My in-law’s family will also come, and I will help them open a pancake shop at this door, and then we will have pancakes in the morning.”

Xiaowei's father said: "It's okay to arrive. It's better than staying down there. Then you can't sell a few houses at your door. Xiaolong's family, Wanggong, Xiaowang, and Xiaoxia's house, four? Five Set? With Liuliu Xinghaier and the others, can one building be enough?”

Xiaowei said: "It is estimated that one of them has gone, and it's not that there is no need for money, the cost has to be collected. This kind of house was not intended to make money at the beginning. When the time comes, the old people in the factory and the restaurant, whoever wants it, come here, everyone. It’s convenient to live in. Let’s talk about it after everyone’s resettlement, and see how much is left.”

Xiaowei's father said: "I'll ask your uncle to come here, can it work? I'm afraid it won't be hard for him after his waist, and Xiaowang is here again. What is he doing in the village alone? The land can't be planted anymore. .”

(End of this chapter)