Chapter 134

Two days ago, she couldn't bear the indignation and pressure of the people. Maybe it was selfish. Ling Chenghu, who was covered with blisters, was dismissed by Ling Chenghu. She and her daughter Ling Xiaoying were expelled from the Ling family. The villagers expelled them from the village. After the crisis was lifted, Lingjia village gradually regained its vitality. Therefore, Ling Jingxuan's action of planting seedlings in his family was natural and natural Many onlookers were attracted. Most of them pointed at them and ridiculed them for their overstepping. However, the workers and Ling Chenglong family ignored them.

In less than an hour, when the sun was rising, nearly 40 people had planted more than 10 mu. Looking at the seedlings standing in the fields, everyone was more satisfied and worked harder. In contrast, they were just playing around. They were tragic. They just put the seedlings into the mud one by one I thought it was very simple, one by one, full of confidence, but when it came to the actual operation, it was even the situation, how to make it not smooth.

"Hate, you don't pour, Dad, Dad, you come to help me see why my seedlings have been falling down?"

"Godfather, why is it crooked again? It's not easy to plug in

"I don't believe you can't be plugged in?"

"Uncle Ling, why did I plunge into the mud and float again after a while?"

"Ah? Dad?? Do you want to help me

"Jingxuan, your teaching method is wrong. My seedling is drowning?"

It's not the chirping of steamed buns in the outer ridge of the 80 mu field. Ling Jingxuan moves around them like a top. He doesn't plant a bunch of seedlings. What's most troubling is that Yan Shengrui, who has always been omnipotent, is more stupid than steamed buns. If he can't plug it properly, he is still shameful. He wants to jump up and give it to him He slapped him two times. NIMA, you can plant seedlings with the strength of practicing martial arts. It's strange to be able to plant seedlings well.

"Let me have a look. Here, I want to hold the seedlings with my fingers like this. Look at it. Move faster. Just press it into the mud."

When they came to Xiao Baozi and Zhou Changsheng, Ling Jingxuan bent down to teach them with patience and hands. The two children listened very carefully, but --

"ah, I hate it. Why did it fall down again?"

When they were operating by themselves, the seedlings that had just been planted in the mud fell down with their hands. The steamed buns puffed up their cheeks in anger. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, picked up the fallen seedlings and pushed them into the mud with his hand: "your strength is a little lighter. The roots of the seedlings are not rooted in the mud. Come on, try again Look. "

"Oh

Reluctantly separated out a bunch of seedlings, small steamed stuffed buns with it said: "you ah, you, do not pour down, understand?"

It's better to understand! Seeing all this, Ling Jingxuan sighed weakly. He simply stood aside and looked at him. According to what he had taught him, he took the seedlings and pushed them into the mud. When he took back his hands, he was afraid that the seedlings would fall down again. He held his breath and retreated a little bit.

"Wow, it didn't fall, Dad. Look, it didn't fall. I learned it, ha ha?? Dad, I've learned it? "

This time, the seedlings gave him two pieces of noodles. He didn't fall down. Xiaobao hopped around the field and cheered excitedly. Ling Jingxuan quietly breathed out a breath and then said with a smile: "Xiaowu is good. It's worthy of my father's son. But remember the strength and feeling just now, and don't plant it askew. In the future, we will keep the rice growing in this ridge field for ourselves to eat. ”

when it's time to exaggerate, Ling Jingxuan is not stingy at all and has not forgotten to throw out greater temptation.

"OK, Dad, I'll wait for Xiaowu's rice. It must be better than the food bought outside. We'll plant it as soon as possible. My father likes to eat rice most. I'll plant a lot of rice to make him eat white and fat rice."

Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing at his arrogance. However, he didn't dare to attack his enthusiasm. Seeing that he had planted several seeds in succession, and even became a teacher to teach Zhou Changsheng, who was one year older than him, Ling Jingxuan just shook his head and turned around. The rice he planted was enough for him to eat alone. It was time for him to laugh.

"Uncle Ling, is mine too light?"

Chu Yan, who falls behind Ling Wu, hears their conversation and decisively collects the seedlings that have just been planted but float on the water, and stops Ling Jingxuan when he passes by.

"Well, don't be afraid to crush them. It doesn't matter if they are a little heavier. As long as we find out the proper force, we can insert them quickly."

Looking at the wet seedlings in his hands, Ling Jingxuan took his hand and took him to plant a few plants. He blushed with embarrassment and broke away from his embarrassment: "I know uncle Ling. You can teach Xiaowen them."

After all, he was a big boy and grew up in that kind of environment. Chu Yan was so precocious that he knew how to avoid suspicion.

"Ha ha Then you can feel for yourself. No, I'll come and teach you. "

Seeing his uneasiness, Ling Jingxuan smiles and gives him the remaining seedlings in his hand. When he turns back, he still shouts that tiewazi is learning patiently under the guidance of long Dashan. Ling Wen, like a man on the pole of a seedling, keeps planting and toppling, and gradually falls down with fewer and faster seedlings I've found out the way.Finally, Yan Shengrui, the remaining old steamed stuffed bun, was looking at him with rice seedlings in his hand. When his sight met with him, Ling Jingxuan only felt the pain in his brain, and he could not bear to look at the seedlings in his hands which were ravaged by him.

"When Jingxuan saw that he didn't move for a long time, Yan Shengrui opened his mouth and claimed that his skin was thicker than the city wall. When he saw other people planting seedlings, he really felt that it was very simple. He didn't need to learn. Who knows?? He bet it was the most embarrassing time of his life.

"Is it against you or something? Do you think you can even use the strength of suckling

As he passed by, Ling Jingxuan took the seedlings in his hand, and most of them were almost pinched by his hand.

"How can I exert myself? Just take them gently and insert them gently. Who knows? "

With that, he was embarrassed to go on. His sons either fell down or floated, but he seemed to be drowning.

"Are you sure it's soft?"

With a sidelong glance at him, Ling Jingxuan threw away the seedlings in his hand and picked up several intact ones again. Yan Shengrui made him angry and simply walked over to laipi and said, "I don't care. Anyway, you should teach me just like Xiaowu and others."

A hand full of mud grabbed him, but his brute force hurt the seedlings again. Ling Jingxuan quickly changed the seedlings to another hand, raised his head and glared at him fiercely. He said powerlessly, "can't I teach you? But if you can't learn any more, don't make trouble for me here. " How can you learn how to plant a seedling? Or is it that the prince Sheng of his family was born out of this kind of thing?

"Why can't you learn? It must be that you didn't teach well before

Hard mouth and thick skin have always been his strong points. At this time, he also gave full play to it, but his handsome face was a little shy.

If you talk to him, sooner or later, you'll be angry. Ling Jingxuan is too lazy to talk to him again. He takes his hand and puts a handful of seedlings into his hand. Then he pulls him into the mud like a small bun: "is that ok? You can't control the seedlings with your own strength

As he spoke, Ling Jingxuan took his hand and planted several seedlings in succession. Looking at the seedlings in a straight vertical line from top to bottom, Yan Shengrui couldn't hang up even though he was thick skinned. He had to admit that it wasn't his family Jingxuan who didn't teach him well, but he didn't have talent.

However, it seems that it is really difficult for a man who is used to fighting in the battlefield to plant seedlings.

"What are you thinking? Try again

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ling Jingxuan turned around and hit his waist with his elbow and handed the remaining seedlings to him.

Without any more words, Yan Shengrui took the seedlings and took a few deep breaths. After relaxing as much as possible, he separated out a handful and inserted them into the mud. This time, it was a little better than the beginning, but it was still a little heavy. Most of the seedlings were trapped in the water. It was very difficult to survive. Even if it survived, the yield would not be high. However, the man in his family finally succeeded Once, Ling Jingxuan would laugh at him because of his brain bubble.

"Yes, just a little bit more light. You can plant it first. I should also plant my ridge."

Today, he specially separated two ridges of farmland to let them experience it. No matter good or bad, they will not let the workers turn over the work. Therefore, these two ridges are their task. If they don't finish, they will not go back. If he doesn't work hard, they will not be able to finish it until dark.

"Wait a minute. When it's hot, wear a straw hat. Look at you. You're obviously soaked in the water, and your face is red. Today is an exception. Don't do the work in the field by yourself in the future. It's hard to make it white and then sun it into black charcoal

He left the seedlings and held him. Yan Shengrui washed the mud from his hands with the muddy water in the field. He lifted his hand to take down the straw hat hanging on his back and put it on his head. His fingers slipped painfully across his cheek.

"I'm not a little girl. Black spots are black spots. Work quickly. Finish as soon as possible or finish work as soon as possible."

In that case, Ling Jingxuan didn't refuse his kindness. After he left, Yan Shengrui bent down again and picked up the seedlings one by one. You can imagine how different their finished products were from those planted by the workers next door when the project was finished on the same day. However, Ling Jingxuan, including Ling Jingxuan, could not help laughing contentedly at the crooked seedlings in the field.

"Dad, in the future, I will also help to plant rice seedlings. Practice makes perfect. The more I plant, the better."

As the sun sets to the west, the 80 mu farmland of their family has been completed. The workers and Ling Chenglong have all moved to the Zhao family's field. Ling Jingxuan, Yan Shengrui and a handful of small steamed stuffed buns stand side by side on the ridge of the field and are satisfied with the fruits of their day's labor.

"Well, you are young and have never done it before. It's good to be able to do this. In the future, when we grow rice every year, we will leave one or two rows of land for ourselves to plant. Although it will be a little hard, my father will promise you that you will be very satisfied when you eat the white rice you grow."

Looking down at Lingwen, Ling Jingxuan's vision is far away from the green paddy fields. What is easy to get is not uncommon. Only by hard work, can they really be satisfied."Well!" A few small buns, you look at me and I look at you, and they all nod at the same time. One day, they will plug in as well as the workers nearby.