Start as a farmer from an ordinary world

Chapter 74

Hearing the sound, instead of being excited, Wang Mingqiang showed panic on his face.

He naturally didn't think it was a trick, and felt that the villagers heard what he said just now, and deliberately made fun of him.

"Who are you?" Wang Mingqiang asked again in the darkness, but got no response.

Only the whistling wind in the mountains.

After waiting for 2 minutes, he tremblingly walked towards the side of the road.

After walking a few steps, I kicked a crock pot under my feet, which was quite heavy.

Thinking of what the voice said just now, Wang Mingqiang seemed to understand, and immediately picked up the jar and ran away.

As for Wang Manyin, he quietly turned to another road.

Every snowflake of the times falls on an individual like a mountain.

Wang Manyin is not qualified to comment on right and wrong.However, he came from a later life, and the concept of people in this era is not exactly the same.

In addition, there is space, so there is more tolerance and understanding for some things.

In the case of ensuring his own safety, he is still willing to do what he can.

Speaking of which, Wang Mingqiang was also dragged down by his father.

Before Liberation, his father, Wang Tou, drove carts for others in a firm outside the province.

Because he was robbed by bandits at that time, Wang Tou escaped with his master's back on his back, and was gratefully given a lot of silver dollars by the other party.

Later, Wang Tou went back to the village to buy some fields and married a wife.

However, within a few years of his blessings, times have changed...

When Wang Manyin came home, the night wind on the platform gradually picked up.

Lan Hua was not surprised that her man came back empty-handed.

Catching birds and rabbits is all about luck.If he could be caught every time, the villagers would go out and squat every day.

After bringing the man footwashing water, she put some firewood under the pot and stove, and lay down on the kang early to warm the quilt.

When Wang Manyin got on the kang, the bed was very warm.

Just as soon as they lay down, a choking smell of smoke came out of the cave, causing the two of them to cough one after another.

"Is the pot and stove not sealed properly, and the chimney is blocked by firewood?" Lan Hua lit the oil lamp and said, "I'll go down and have a look."

There are also skills in burning earthen stoves. There must be a certain space under the pot for air to flow.

If the firewood is blocked too tightly and the air is not circulated, the smoke will pour back into the house.If it is not done well, it is also prone to carbon dioxide poisoning.

"It's too cold, I'll go..."

Wang Manyin stopped his mother-in-law and aunt, put on a padded jacket and got off the kang, squatting down beside the pot and stove, busy.He picked up a long branch a few times, and then threw it deep into the pot.It feels smooth, not like the flue is blocked.

What's more, the more he stabbed, the bigger the smoke, which made him cough profusely.

At this moment, the wind outside was getting stronger, and the window paper was rattling.

"Man Yin, it doesn't sound right to me, I'm afraid it's an old wind blowing." Lan Hua also got up and said.

Wang Manyin slapped his head, how could he forget this.

It's just the beginning of spring, isn't it the season when the yellow wind blows?

This era is different from later generations.Every late winter and early spring, there will be strong winds blowing from the direction of the Mu Us Desert, forming a yellow wind that covers the sky, which is often called a sandstorm in later generations.

Although people have begun sand control now, there are many problems in the method adopted.At first, we listened to foreign experts and set up sand shields on the edge of the desert.

As a result, after several strong winds, all the sand baffles were bent or buried by sand.

Then people began to plant trees... But due to the drought and lack of water, and the lack of irrigation facilities, not a single sapling was planted.It is often planted without taking root, and it is often uprooted.

So in recent years, yellow winds have not been rare, and every spring, there are always several blows.

Moreover, the yellow wind blows strangely. After entering the village, the direction of the wind keeps changing, swirling around...even pouring down the chimney into the cave dwelling, forming a downpour of smoke.

Wang Manyin understood the reason, because there was a difference in air pressure between indoors and outdoors.

But knowing it is useless, the solution can only be to seal the stove door, so that the kang will not be burned tonight.Fortunately, I have a mother-in-law and aunt now, so it won't be too cold.

According to past experience, the yellow wind will not stop once it blows, at least for a day.

People can't keep their eyes open, let alone go to work.

It happens to be resting at home tomorrow, and I will sleep in by the way.

In addition to all the tossing and tossing just now, Wang Manyin completely lost sleepiness.

After washing his hands, he lay down on the kang and asked his mother-in-law to help warm his hands.

Well, I can't sleep, and there are no mobile phones to play with in this era, so...

"Man Yin, why don't you turn off the lights?" Lan Hua asked shyly.

The two had been married for more than two months, and she was still a little embarrassed looking at her man under the lamp.

"It's okay, I just want to see my orchid flowers..." Wang Manyin's eyes were also full of friendship.

Bai Gesheng's face is pink and pouty, and his hands are delicate and his legs are smooth.Heige's greasy hair is shining, his eyes are shining, his figure is soft and crisp, and his voice is extremely sweet...

This is my aunt.

The mother-in-law and aunt who depended on him for life and will stay together for the rest of their lives in the future.

"Lanhua, it's good to have you!"

The yellow wind outside was blowing harder and harder, the window lattice creaked, and the shadow of the window paper mounted on it flickered with the oil lamp...

Late at night, Lan Hua was as gentle as a lamb, quietly looking at the man beside her.

She could really feel that this man was very kind to her.Every day after marriage, orchids feel sweet.

But remembering the discussion of the mothers-in-law and aunts in the village two days ago, she asked softly: "Man Yin, you said that we have been married for two months and have not been idle. Why is there no movement in my stomach?"

"What are you thinking, we've only been married for a few days," Wang Manyin replied speechlessly.

As a later generation, he naturally knows that this kind of thing can't be achieved by hard work, and pays attention to the right time, place and people.

It is normal for some people to be married for two or three years and have no children.

Then, he had no choice but to educate his mother-in-law.

In fact, for children, Wang Manyin's view is that everything is done according to fate, and he has no eager idea of ​​passing on the family line.

Orchids are only nineteen years old, which is the most beautiful season for women.

In future generations, at this age, just starting college, one should enjoy life to the fullest.

It is better to have children in the later years, and it can be a few more years for two people to live together.

And after having a child, there are a lot of things, and it is not so easy for two people to even want to make out.However, he couldn't talk to Lan Hua about such a rebellious idea.

Otherwise, it will be regarded as a diseased brain.

After all, in the rural areas of this era, the succession of the family is a top priority.It is not enough to have a daughter, you must have a son.

If a family doesn't have a son, they feel inferior by nature, and they don't have the confidence to talk to others in the dining hall.

In fact, not only now, but even 20 years later, there will still be many girls in rural areas named "Zhaodi", "Laidi", "Pandi"...

Just as Wang Manyin guessed, when he opened the kiln door in the morning, a gust of dust with an earthy smell rushed towards his face.

The sun on the cliffside of Dongshan lost its former brilliance and became a yellowish yellow.

There was a layer of floating soil everywhere outside the cave, and I could barely see the opposite platform when I raised my eyes, but I couldn't see anything further away.

In this weather, there is no way to leave people outside, and there is absolutely no need to go to work.

He had only been there for half a minute when he was covered in ashes and sneezed continuously.

After tidying up, Lan Hua got up to cook, lit a fire, and the smoke from the stove poured back into the cave.

"Man Yin, what should I do, I can't cook in the morning."

"It's easy to handle. There is boiling water in the kettle. I'll go get two packs of biscuits. Let's fill it up. When the yellow wind stops, we can cook and eat."

If there are no orchids, Wang Manyin can directly enter the space to cook, which is simple and trouble-free.

Now, I can only deal with it by eating biscuits.

"Why don't I... eat corn flakes. It won't cool even with hot water." Lan Hua replied after a moment of hesitation.

A pack of biscuits costs [-] cents, plus [-] taels of food stamps, which ordinary rural people are not willing to eat.

I also opened a consignment store at my home, and the man is a man who doesn't know the value of money, so he always has to open a bag and share it with two people every once in a while.

Lan Hua was so distressed that she couldn't do it. She tried to stop it several times, but it didn't work.

Wang Manyin knew that his mother-in-law was worried about money, so he didn't say much, and went directly to the next door to get a bag of biscuits that weighed a catty and tore them open.

"eat together……"

He had figured out Lanhua's temper a long time ago, so he did everything first before talking about it.

(End of this chapter)