My 1995 Small Farm.

No surprise.

Chen Ling was disliked again.

Now Wang Cunye finally has some free time and doesn't need to manage the household.

The elderly couple, Gao Xiulan and her husband, took very good care of Wang Susu at the hospital.

Whether Chen Ling goes or not doesn't really matter.

His nervousness, on the contrary, made everyone else panic as well.

In the end there was nothing we could do.

She took Rui Rui back to the village to help with the autumn harvest.

Three pen pals originally said they would come, but only two families have shown up, and one family hasn't come yet...

They said they wanted to come and experience the busy farming season.

Chen Ling had originally planned to wait for them to arrive so they could work together.

Now that I'm being looked down upon, I have nothing else to do.

My wife is in the hospital. It would be really inappropriate for me to leave my brother-in-law and his wife at home and go hunting in the mountains by myself.

Let's start harvesting as soon as possible.

Working helps one calm down.

When people get busy, they forget everything else.

My own twenty acres of corn, I'll work it out slowly, and even when my last pen pal comes, I won't be able to finish.

So early that morning, Chen Ling simply went to the county town to deliver a meal. After returning, he changed into some old clothes, tied his leggings, put on gloves and a straw hat, and went into the cornfield.

He was strong and had inexhaustible strength. He snapped the ripe corn on the corn stalks with a series of cracking sounds, and with the shaking of the corn stalks, the corn was more than ten meters away in no time.

He carefully timed his movements, walking between the two rows of corn in one row. After walking about ten or twenty meters, he would turn back, pick the corn, and then move on to the next row to pick the corn cobs from the two rows below.

After breaking this square area apart, he drove the tractor over and parked it there.

They would take baskets and pick up corn from inside, throwing them one basket at a time onto the back of the tractor.

After finishing this area, move on to the next one.

If he doesn't do farm work for a while, he's quite willing to do it himself, and once he starts working, he can't stop.

I also enjoyed it.

She hums a couple of little tunes every now and then.

"To learn from immortals, to ride cranes to the heavens, to turn stones into gold, is an indescribable wonder..."

A few moments later, he exclaimed in surprise again.

"This corn cob is really big, almost half the length of my arm. It's comparable to the corn that Xiaofu grows. Tsk tsk, not bad at all."

"Wow, these corn kernels are really impressive! This is black corn, this is red corn... Shouldn't we keep them for seed?"

"Wow, there's even colored corn! Let me see how many colors the kernels on this ear of corn are: red, white, black, yellow... Wow, four colors! That's beautiful. We definitely have to save the seeds from this one."

Mutations in corn are very common.

Red and black corn are frequently seen, and colored corn is also present, just like the local cats in the countryside, which have diverse fur colors.

However, the appearance of so many mutated corn plants, and the fact that many of them are planted close together, indicates that the environment surrounding the farm has played a role.

To be honest, Chen Ling was very careful when using the spiritual water at home.

Since he couldn't finish all the fruits and vegetables from Dongtian, he would share them with his family every few days.

This is actually even more effective than pure spiritual water.

Moreover, it won't cause any significant changes after consumption.

In this way, as for the spiritual water, he only needs to add two ladles to the kitchen every week.

As for the irrigation canal, the intervals are even longer; they only pour two ladles at the source when they remember to.

What was poured was all diluted spiritual water.

After being carried to various places by the water flow, it becomes diluted and dispersed even less.

But the effect was still beyond expectations.

There are numerous variants of corn.

Some corn cobs were exceptionally large, while others had unusually colored kernels.

Chen Ling initially set aside a space for it.

Later, when they found there was so much of it, they stopped noticing it and started throwing it away casually like ordinary corn.

"It seems that I have cultivated this environment. Perhaps in the future, thousands of years, it will be possible to produce white jade from the soil and gold from the land."

"However, it is said that autumn is for harvesting and winter for storing. Spring and summer are the season of growth and vitality, while autumn is the season for harvesting and storing. The land should rest and recuperate, storing its vitality and life force in the soil so that next year will be better."

This is the concept of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He studied medical books with Wang Susu and was greatly influenced by her.

But the same principle applies to land use.

In later generations, the black soil layer in the three northeastern provinces degraded significantly, and the fertile black soil layer gradually disappeared. How did this happen?
It's not due to over-exploitation, but rather because some people are secretly digging and mining the black soil to sell it.

While working, they observed the condition of the farmland.

Once you're immersed in something, you don't notice the passage of time.

Two hours passed quickly, the sun rose higher, and he had almost finished picking corn from an acre of land all by himself.

Even tractors made three trips to unload the livestock into those empty, unused pens.

He's busy here all by himself.

In the orchard, a group of fluffy puppies ran back and forth behind the big dog, sometimes frolicking among the sheep, sometimes chasing ducks by the river.

On the west side of the farm, egrets were cawing, occasionally flying down the steep mountainside to steal a couple of small fish before quickly flapping their wings and flying away.

Sunlight filters through the forest, and the sound of rushing water creates a picturesque scene.

Suddenly, several barks came from the back mountain. Erhei, wagging its tail, rushed down and ran to Chen Ling, wagging its tail and rubbing against him excitedly.

When Chen Ling saw Erhei coming over, he glanced at the mountain path to the east and thought to himself that it must be his second brother and the others returning.

This morning, Wang Qingzhong took two families of pen pals and three members of the Shen family to the mountains to pick mushrooms.

Rui Rui was looked after at home by Guo Xinping.

Otherwise, given their temperaments, they wouldn't have let Chen Ling do all the work by himself, even though Chen Ling liked it and enjoyed it.

Sure enough, not long after, they heard people talking.

"This place is beautiful, and the design of this estate is excellent. If it were moved to the suburbs of a big city, this would be a top-tier villa."

"Yes, yes, our family came here after seeing the news and reading some of Teacher Zhao's articles... Actually, it was my idea. My wife and daughter knew I was in a bad mood and was upset, so they came with me."

To be honest, they didn't really intend to settle down here; they were just here to help me relax.

I happened to see on the news that there was some turtle king and some wild boar king, so I came over to have some fun.

Once I've had my fun and calmed down, they'll try to persuade me to go back.

As it turned out, after staying here for two days, they didn't want to leave, hahahaha..."

It was a rather frivolous male voice speaking.

After he finished speaking, a woman's voice followed: "Indeed, it's very comfortable living here. Brother Qingzhong, to be honest, my husband has been thinking about buying a mountain in Beijing to plant trees for a long time. Rather than letting him do all that work there, it's better to stay here. The mountains and water are beautiful, the people are nice, and there are plenty of things to do."

After only two days, we felt completely refreshed.

Look at Old Chen, he came with a gloomy face and didn't have a smile on his face at all.

Now he's completely cheerful, and my son says his dad looks several years younger.

The flippant male voice burst into laughter again, "They say that circumstances change with your mindset and that environment nurtures people, and that's absolutely true... Sometimes when you're tired of the mundane life, there's no need to stay stuck in one place and endure it. Just change your surroundings, and things will feel much better, won't they?"

Wang Qingzhong and the Shen family of three echoed this sentiment, saying that it was indeed a good place, where they could forget all their troubles every day.

They walked over from the east, chatting and laughing.

Seeing the tractor parked next to Chen Ling and him busy near the livestock pen, he was stunned for a moment and hurriedly ran over.

One of the men, a bald man with small eyes, was particularly anxious. He ran and shouted, "Fugui, you're not being fair! You're secretly working while we're not here!"

This is the pen pal who spoke so flippantly earlier.

"Brother Er, don't worry. We have over twenty acres of land. Even if we finish harvesting from other people's fields, there will still be more. Now that we're in the village, are you worried about not having work?"

Chen Ling took off his straw hat, fanned himself, and said with a smile.

The bald, small-eyed man in front of you is named Chen Xiaoer. He is a member of the same clan as Chen Xiaoer, and more importantly, he is a household name as a comedy star and the king of sketch comedy.

Chen Ling was also taken aback when he first arrived in the village.

He had always thought this person was a writer.

Whether it was the initial contact with this person or the content of the letter, it should be a writer.

I never expected him to be a comedian.

Later, when we were having dinner and chatting together, I learned that although he looked and acted like a scoundrel, he was actually quite capable.

As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover.

This is perfectly embodied in Chen Xiaoer.

This person is highly educated.

Moreover, he has a profound understanding of comedy.

He can use very precise terms to analyze comedy extremely thoroughly.

He also doesn't want people to think he's showing off his knowledge, nitpicking over words, or flaunting his writing.

As for why they decided to settle here...

It's because they had conflicts with CCTV in the past two years and were threatened with a ban.

This person appeared cheerful and frivolous, but in reality, he was proud and stubborn, and he simply overturned the table and quit.

Ban me if you want, I'm not playing with you anymore.

Chen Ling didn't know whether it was the news on his end or Zhao Yubao's article that had the effect.

According to his memory, this waiter still had a show called "The Prince and the Postman" that he hadn't acted in yet, but he didn't expect him to quit so early.

This is also normal.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold.

Some of these conflicts didn't arise overnight.

People start by disliking each other, and eventually, small conflicts accumulate until they explode.

"Hey, it's not that I'm worried about not having work. This is a matter of principle. You have to promise us that once we have enough people, you can take us to harvest corn."

You ended up doing it secretly.

If people come and there are two acres less land, the work won't be as productive.

What do you suggest we do?

Chen Xiaoer circled around Chen Ling, clapping his hands, rubbing his bald head, making faces, and looking extremely anxious, while the straw hat hanging on his chest swung back and forth.

This made his naturally carefree and irresponsible nature even more apparent, making him like a restless monkey.

But surprisingly, he wasn't flamboyant at all.

Chen Ling chuckled and said, "Good heavens, I'm wrong for doing this? Alright, alright, what do you suggest, Brother Er?"

"Yes, you have to pay, you have to pay."

Chen Xiaoer hummed seriously, "We need to eat at least two more big crabs, otherwise this matter won't be resolved."

Upon hearing this, the man from the family behind quickly chimed in, "Yes, you can't get through. We already agreed, Fugui, how could you secretly do the work by yourself? That's so unfair."

Chen Ling was speechless: "No way, Fei-ge, even you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes have betrayed us?"

“That’s right, I’m the one who brought the Imperial Army here, so what?” The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes replied with a smile.

He wasn't one of the people Chen Ling knew well; his name was Wu Fei, just an ordinary pen pal, but also a cultured person within the system.

They obviously knew about Chen Xiaoer's skits.

She was able to have a smooth conversation with Chen Ling.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao'er's face hardened again, and he exclaimed, "Well, you two have learned quite a few crooked and evil tricks, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling laughed in surprise, "That's strange. This is the first time I've ever heard someone describe their own program as something heretical or evil."

Chen Xiaoer waved his hand dismissively, "Don't mention it, don't mention it. I've told you so many times, that person on TV isn't me. We just look alike, but we're not actually related at all."

Chen Ling nodded: "Oh, I see, half-brothers, right?"

Chen Xiaoer was immediately exasperated: "You little brat, you're really irritating. Can't you just pretend to be confused? Why do you have to bring up the sore spot? We need another big crab meal, otherwise it won't be enough to soothe my wounded heart."

"Brother Fei, you must know that he was not like that in the letter. He seemed like a gentleman, but I didn't expect him to be such an annoying brat."

"Still so infuriating."

"What brat? Chen Xiao'er, how dare you speak to the Imperial Army like that?"

"Here it comes again, I'm going crazy."

Chen Xiaoer looked utterly devastated.

The others laughed along.

These people are all easy to get along with. Even Shen Jiayi became much more cheerful, snuggling up to her mother and giggling non-stop.

After exchanging a few jokes, the women and children went to get tender leaves to feed the muntjac cubs.

Chen Ling said, "How about this, I've harvested about an acre of corn. Brother Xiao Er, you and Brother Fei's families will each have an acre of land, and I'll drive my tractor to help you load the corn onto the truck."

how about it? "

“Okay, but after we finish harvesting one acre of land, I’ll take over driving the tractor. We’ll take turns.”

"I'll go first, waiter, you can line up after me, since I got here first."

"No, I'll go first. You're older than all of us, so you have to let me, your younger brother, have my way."

"You audacious Chen Xiao'er, do you dare to bargain with the Imperial Army?"

"Pfft... Oh my god, Fei-ge, you're here too? Please, please, don't mention this anymore, okay? I'm about to die."

Chen Xiaoer clutched his chest, his face filled with utter despair.

Amidst laughter and commotion, Chen Ling poured a pot of cool tea. After everyone drank the water, they waited for the women and children to change into the old clothes Chen Ling had prepared before heading off to work in the fields.