"Brother Sangbai, what are you going to do?" Chen Dongsheng arrived at the gate of Sangbai's courtyard early in the morning, stretched his neck and spoke to Sangbai through the wall.

Sang Bai was about to go downstairs to take a look when he saw Chen Dongsheng and asked, "Why don't you have to go downstairs today?"

Chen Dongsheng said: "I have no life in the field, my father helps take care of it. Grandpa second asked me to come over and ask when will you teach us to read?"

"Oh, this is simple. If you have time, you can start anytime," Sangbai smiled.

Sang Bai was busy all the time and almost forgot about this matter. Hearing Chen Dongsheng say this, he immediately said.

Chen Dongsheng said happily when he heard this, "Then I will notify Dafeng and the others and we will start in the afternoon?"

"OK!"

Sang Bai thought for a while and there was nothing wrong in the afternoon, so he responded.

Chen Dongsheng asked again: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm fine. I'm going to go to the field to hoe some weeds. After hoeing the grass, I want to go to the hills over there to plant some chestnuts. Uncle Ji Er gave me a few chestnut seedlings yesterday, and I have to plant them," said Sang Bai.

Chen Dongsheng said: "Brother Sangbai, why do you plant so many fruit trees? This thing cannot be eaten as food, and it is not easy to sell. Our place is not a fruit producing area, and the public does not collect it at all."

For Chen Dongsheng, planting fruit trees is very strange. Although he planted some peach trees with the mulberry cypress, he thought in his heart that this thing could not fill his stomach. The most important thing was that the government did not collect it, and it could not afford to exchange for food or money. Isn’t it useless to plant it?

Fruits are not like in the future. Not only fruits, but also fish in the river. As long as they are things that cannot fill their stomachs, they are not worth much to the eyes of the villagers.

The main reason is that everything is planned economy. If the fruits grown in the country do not collect them, they will only be rotten. You can't sell them out. Otherwise, it would be very powerful to cut off the capitalist tail. Once you get to the lightest, you will be in jail.

"What do you know? The direction of the country will begin to change in the future. You really plant good fruits to be sold," Sang Bo said with confidence.

Although he didn't know when the spring breeze of reform came into the countryside, he knew that at the latest, it would be the first or two years. Everything would be sold, and everything would be collected and sold. The era of national beards and eyebrows would be gone forever. Now the fruit trees planted can be sold on the market when they grow.

Of course, Sangbai is not going to teach you any lessons or major policies. His method is simple and direct. When the fruit trees he planted are sold, these villagers will naturally plant them.

Anyway, the villagers are full now, so as to live a good life next, they are not too anxious. If the people are anxious, they will be difficult to lead the team.

"oh!"

Chen Dongsheng would not have any national policies. Now he just wants to pay enough food and eat enough in a year. It is best to have rice and white bread every day. This is the day of a god.

"Then I'll leave," Chen Dongsheng said.

Sang Bai nodded and took the autumn harvest and the big bull to the field.

When he arrived by the river, Sangbai found that Lu Qingyao was herding cattle, the strong cow he gave him to take care of.

From the time this cow arrived at Lu Qingyao, the old man took care of his twelve of care. He would rather eat less than he wanted the cow to eat an egg every day. Although there was no external bullet for Sangbai, just relying on the word "carefulness", the old man still raised the cow with bright skin and smooth hair.

"Mr. Sang, what are you doing?"

When Lu Qingyao saw Sangbai coming with a hoe, a cow and a bear, he greeted him.

Sangbai said: "Hear some weeds in the fields."

"There is grass in your field?" Lu Qingyao was very strange.

Now the villagers planted seedlings from rice from mulberry cypresses. The seedlings grow fast and strong. The weeds in the fields seem to be unable to rob fertilizer, which is half less than in the fields before. In the past, they used to be hoed every two or three days, but now they only need to hoe every five or six days. As for mulberry cypress fields, there are almost no weeds.

"I'll go and see! I'll plant a few chestnut trees later," said Sanbai.

"You really like to plant fruit trees," said Lu Qingyao.

Sang Bai replied: "If you don't plant these hills, it will be a waste. Didn't you say that these hills are all from the village? Let's not talk about anything else. Even if the fruits cannot be sold, you can keep them from losing soil and water by planting trees."

Lu Qingyao couldn't say how much harm soil erosion would bring to his environment, but as a farmer, he must have such awareness, which does not require anyone to explain. He must understand after planting it for so many years.

"Then I will plant some when I'm waiting. In the past, I looked over here, but now, alas!"

"Then you are busy," Sang Bo said with a smile.

When Sangbai arrived at his own field, he found that there were really no weeds in the field, so he took a hoe and headed to the hill to the west.

This small hill is not far from the courtyard of Sangbai family, and it looks like more than one mile. It is mainly stone. I don’t know if the soil layer has not existed, or because the vegetation was destroyed and washed away by rain.

Top of the mountain.

After looking around, no one was around, he pulled the chestnut seedlings out of the space, took the well water prepared last night and prepared to dip it in, and then put it in the cracks of the stone. Who knew that when the sapling roots were soaked in the water, he suddenly heard Qiuhu and Dagu Niu shouting at the same time.

Suddenly, Sang Bai was startled, and he turned around and looked around. He found something on a mountain in the distance, looking like a wolf.

Wolves and other things are not uncommon here, so Sangbaikan withdrew his gaze and found that the seedling roots were soaked in water for a long time. The roots grew more than one meter, and they looked very strange. The seedlings were about two centimeters, and the roots actually grew more than ten centimeters thick.

He took out the seedlings and inserted them into the crack of the stone. He poured some water on the cypress to ensure that the roots could still stretch down. As for what is below and whether the chestnuts can survive, he didn't know. He was going to experiment this time.

One seedling made a mistake, but the other few were normal. After planting a few chestnut trees, Sanba returned to his own courtyard happily.

After lunch in the afternoon, I taught my children to read. After having the textbook, Sangbai felt a little less worrying and started teaching directly from, oh, goose, glass, splash, touch, Buddha, etc.

These children have a strong accent, and Sangbai had discovered it for a long time, but they have never had any goals. Now that they have a serious textbook, Sangbai stopped doing it anymore. Anyway, there is nothing to do, so they just think they have found a job to pass the time.

As soon as Sangbai was serious, the pronunciation of these children quickly made great progress. At this time, Sangbai didn't know that he was already the most standard teacher in Mandarin in the entire county, even in the city.

Even the children in the county are now in school and are studying, "Spring is here, and the little swallows are flying back" is also the smell of "The onion is licking the bird, and the man is shaved with gray milk bird".

In this era, the literacy rate is not high, let alone quality education. Teachers rarely have standard Mandarin. At this moment, the country’s task is to allow more children to receive education, rather than deducting the Mandarin standards and not standard Mandarin standards.

The child learned to learn literacy with Sangbai, while the young and strong in the village began to think about building more land. Even if he sprinkled some seeds at will and grew a piece of grain, it would still fill his stomach, right?

But these fields are not big, because they don’t have the strength to plant more land, so they just sprinkle some seeds, depending on what God wants to do.

Life is so peaceful. Children know more and more characters. After learning the pinyin well, and at Sang Bai's request, these children's pronunciation can not be as good as the announcers. But now when they go to the whole country, as long as they speak Mandarin, they will definitely communicate with them, and they will no longer speak Mandarin in the same language.

After knowing the pinyin and having textbooks, each child published a book, and soon the qualifications of these children began to differentiate in two levels.

Dafeng and Yanzi have the best grades. The two girls are very hardworking. These days, except for Sangbai's class time, they study by themselves as soon as they have time. So far, they can recognize more than 200 words. It is no problem to get rid of the pinyin and read a simple article.

The boy is a little worse, Chen Dongsheng is the best, and the bamboo cow is the worst. This guy seems to be like a water buffalo made of bamboo. He has strength, but he really can't learn.

However, Sang Bai has a good personality and is patient in teaching. Even if he teaches it a hundred times, he won’t get angry, so these children have made some progress in their studies.

The children's learning has made progress, and the crops in the fields have gradually grown, and the huge rice ears have begun to bend the rice.

Each of the villagers had a smile on their faces. When they were fine, they were planning how much food they could produce in their fields this year.

Sangbai didn't care about his own yield per mu, but from time to time he would go to the fields to see his own rice.

It’s either for anything else, but I just like to stand on the ridge of my own field. Watching the rice blew by the breeze, the wheat waves rise and fall like ripples, which makes me feel very satisfied.

The beauty of the rice has changed day by day, and it gradually turns from green to golden yellow, which means that the rice is about to reach the harvest season.

The entire Liushu Village is now filled with a special joy, and everyone is happy, as if everyone has eaten honey.

Sang Bai stood at his own field at this time, looking at his own rice fields, thinking about how to harvest it immediately.

"Mr. Sang"

Ji Shuping walked over and stood next to Sang Bai.

"Uncle Shuping" Sang Bo greeted him.

Ji Shuping reached out and pinched the rice ears, gently pulled one and put it to his mouth, bit it and said, "The rice in your field can be harvested."

"Well, I know, I will collect it tomorrow," said Sang Bo.

Ji Shuping nodded and said, "This year's rice ripened earlier, and it was ripe half a month earlier than usual. Usually, after we planted this rice crop here, we had to plant something else. But this year I was thinking about whether we could plant another season of rice. The frost in the mountains will fall from September to early October. In the past, rice could not withstand it."

After saying that, Ji Shuping looked at Sang Bai.

Sang Bai understood, and this person changed direction and asked himself whether this rice could withstand Qiufrost.

"I definitely want to plant another season. When I was in the mountains, I planted two seasons. How could I plant one season now?" said Sangbai.

"Can you really plant two seasons?" Ji Shuping's voice trembled.

Sanbai said: "It must be planted."

"This is great news," Ji Shuping said, rubbing his hands.
Chapter completed!