The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

He returned to Wumutang, took a sickle and a whetstone, and went to clear the wasteland.

This time, he rented all the land in Wumutang, and together with the land he had rented before, he now has a total of ten mu of land.

These fields have not been cultivated for many years and are overgrown with bermudagrass, carpet grass, and various vines.

In order to protect the soil, Lu Yao does not plan to spray pesticides, but will remove it manually.

When Lu Yao was a child, he often did farm work, and cutting fish grass was his specialty.

While others would only cut the tender top leaves when harvesting fish grass, his sickle left no grass growing where it passed—this is no exaggeration.

At his current cleaning speed, he is in no way inferior to a lawnmower.

Lu Yao cleared some land, then went to cut oat grass to feed the fish, and then watered the vegetables.

Just as he finished watering, he heard a few car horns. Looking up, he saw that the madman had brought the paparazzi.

"Why is it being delivered now? Don't you need to cut the auspicious herbs?"

Lu Yao went inside to get a basin of water for the dog to drink, added a few drops of spiritual spring water, and then gave the madman a bottle of cola to drink, teasing the dog.

The paparazzi, with their keen sense of smell, crowded around to drink water.

The madman didn't pay any attention, assuming they were just thirsty.

"I don't know the exact location. I'm not free in the afternoon. I'll go there tomorrow."

"I heard you've rented all the farmland here?"

The madman glanced at the haystack Lu Yao had piled up.

"I'm planning to grow broad beans, would you like to invest?"

Lu Yao joked.

"You want to raise grass carp?"

The madman looked at his best friend in surprise.

"It's not just a desire, it's a commitment to raising them."

Lu Yaodao.

"Do you have the skills?"

The madman didn't laugh; he asked seriously.

"You can learn online."

Lu Yao remained calm and composed.

If someone else said that, the madman would definitely scoff.

Everyone has a head, but everyone's head is different.

Lu Yao really does have that ability.

"Why don't you get blisters on your palms?"

The madman looked at Lu Yao's hands, which were naturally suited for typing on a computer.

Even someone like him who often does heavy labor will get blisters if he doesn't work for a while and then picks up a hoe or sickle again.

Lu Yao hasn't done much farm work since he started high school, but now he works in the fields every day and his hands are still clean and white, not at all like someone who does farm work.

"I cultivate immortality and farm."

Seeing that the puppies had finished drinking the water, Lu Yao opened the cage and let them out.

At first, they dared not move, cautiously looking around.

When one of the bolder ones stepped out of the cage, the others mustered their courage and followed.

They wandered around the house for a while, then lay down to sleep under the tree and in the corner.

They are very intelligent and know that this place will be their new home.

"cut."

A madman who believes is a fool.

Big White emerged from a corner and headed straight for the seven paparazzi.

The seven puppies were trembling with fear. Some lay on the ground, too scared to move, while others lay belly up. The most timid ones even wet themselves in fear.

"Big White, don't hurt them."

"They will be your younger brothers and sisters from now on. You must protect them well and not let anything bully them."

Lu Yao called out to Da Bai.

Upon hearing this, Big White nuzzled them with its nose.

The paparazzi seemed to realize that Big White meant no harm, and they all got up and circled around it.

Big White ran off, and the others quickly followed, disappearing from their sight in the blink of an eye.

Soon, two or three came running back.

In the distance, I could hear bursts of urgent barking.

Lu Yao followed the sound of the call.

Two of them fell into the grass and couldn't climb out.

Lu Yao carried them back, one in each hand.

The other two continued to follow Big White as he chased things through the fields and forests.

The two sat on the courtyard floor drinking tea.

While playing on his phone, the madman was bragging to Lu Chong and the others in his elementary school classmates' group chat.

Lu Chong works at a mushroom factory in the county town. His job is mechanical mixing, which is physically demanding and involves a lot of dust. However, he can take a break after the mixture is mixed.

Whenever he's resting or eating, he'll tag people everywhere to chat, making him one of the most active members of his elementary school classmates' group.

Lu Yao used to work in the law enforcement office, where he was only busy for two or three hours a day. He spent the rest of the time slacking off. His elementary school classmates' group chat was often dominated by him and Lu Chong.

Others would occasionally pop up in their spare time.

My elementary school classmates are all from the same village. We either grew up playing together or fighting together. Even though we went our separate ways after growing up, we still call each other out for tea and drinks whenever we're home. It's the only classmate group that's still active.

"Old Chong, when are you taking a break?"

The madman asked Lu Chong.

"Many people are taking leave this month to visit graves, so it's not my turn yet."

Lu Chong sent a helpless emoji.

"Fire the boss, and I'll take care of you."

The madman posted an emoji of someone throwing money at someone.

"Do you think I'm crazy just because you're crazy? Jobs are so hard to find these days."

He sent an emoji of someone furiously banging their head.

"Even our Brother Yao can put aside his status and go home to farm, so why would you care about your lousy job?"

"Fire the boss right away, and I'll treat you to drinks every day."

The madman continued to urge him on.

"Brother Yao just treats farming as a vacation. He can easily earn 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a month by just typing a few words on his phone or computer. How can we compare to him?"

"Brother Yao, right?"

Lu Chong @ Lu Yao.

"I wish you were my boss, then I wouldn't have to go back to farming."

Lu Yao replied.

"Come home from get off work and have a drink, or we're done."

The Madman's Way.

"Do you think I'm crazy just because you're crazy? I'm driving, how can I drink?"

Lu Chong sent an eye-rolling emoji.

"My cousin is also moving his troops back to the capital next month."

Lu Chong continued.

The cousin he mentioned was his cousin Lu Yang. The four of them were known as the "Four Scoundrels of Lu" in Maoyuan Township, and everyone knew them.

Lu Yang opened a pickled noodle shop in Goose City. He was able to make money for the first two years, but now he has to pay rent and utilities every month. He can't transfer the business and he really can't keep going. He plans to close down next month and go back home to work in a factory.

He is also the only one of the four villains of the Lu family who is married and has children.

"This bastard has never suffered hardship since he was a child. I bet he won't last two months in the factory."

"Two months? You're giving him too much credit. I'll bet you a month."

"I'll bet ten days or half a month."

"Old Yang, did you see that? Not a single person in the class believes you. Only I am determined to defend your character to the death and believe you can hold out for a week. Don't let me down."

"Old Yang, where's the corpse?"

……

When school was over, many students were picking up their children at the school gate, and a few night owls had just woken up, and more and more of them started to show up.

"Brother Yao, are there still any big fish in the pond? I'll bring a few bosses to your place to go fishing in a couple of days."

Li Yunbo @ Lu Yao.

Lu Yao sent a "Wait till 0K" emoji.

Li Yunbo has a good uncle who has secured many large engineering projects. Today he plays mahjong with his boss, tomorrow he goes fishing with his boss, and the day after tomorrow he goes mountain climbing with his boss.

The fish at Lu Yao's house are delicious, so he often brings his boss fishing.

He was also generous, not only buying Lu Lide good cigarettes, but also never skimping on the money for fish.

The madman sat there until after five o'clock before going back to feed the pigs.

Lu Yao put out the rice to cook, then went to the stream to move stones and built a doghouse under the trees next to the houses on both sides.

The seven puppies were very happy with their new home. They didn't make a fuss and consciously split into two groups to sleep together.

In the evening, Lu Yao and Dianzi went to his friend's house for tea. They sat there until after 10 p.m. and then went to eat stir-fried beef rice noodles. By the time they got back to Wumutang, it was already past midnight.

Lu Yao didn't go to sleep; instead, he took a saw to his own bamboo grove to cut bamboo.

He only needs to sleep three or four hours a day and he's still full of energy, his eyesight is good at night, and he walks with a brisk pace.

Aside from his parents, few people come here, let alone at night, and he's not afraid of being discovered by others for his unusual behavior.

After the bamboo is brought back, it is cut into sections according to certain dimensions, and the joints are made with a hammer and chisel or a special electric drill. The sections are then assembled into a three-tiered herringbone flower stand using mortise and tenon joints.

These kinds of relatively simple bamboo crafts are something that almost every boy born in the 1980s and 1990s in rural areas can make.

He has loved flowers and plants since he was a child, and decided to move all the potted plants from the third floor of his house here.

Wang Juan always thought those potted plants were in the way, and she spoke ill of him behind his back countless times, just to prevent him from always talking badly about his parents.

Lu Yao placed the two finished A-frame flower stands under the eaves of the bedroom and living room respectively.

After cleaning up, he went to sleep.