MTL - The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era-Chapter 7 Land

　　Leave the slingshot? How can it be. If I really left the plan that I wasted so many brain cells, I wouldn't have been busy.

　　 "Don't, don't..." There is no need to think about it at all. Yang Dongxu holds the slingshot frame in his small hand and opens his mouth directly to prepare to cry.

　　 "Hey... I hit the evil today, do you really want to be beaten, right?" Seeing that his son didn't give face, Dad Yang instantly became angry.

　　 "Don't take it, don't take it, come and don't cry." Yang Dongxu cried that his grandfather and grandmother were sorely hurt. "How old is it that you scare the child, you don't want to stay here, I will help you."

　　 Yes, Lao Zhangren and his mother-in-law took care of it together. It is obviously not good to beat the disobedient boy here. Yang Dongxu's father had to give him a glance, carrying some grandma and grandma's fruits packed into the frame, and a rare jar of canned food shoving a few times. Yang Dongxu, holding tears on his face, left.

　　 All the way Yang Dongxu was very good, not good, not good, without the grandma’s grandma’s support, he would be beaten if he said one more word. So Daddy Yang Dongxu let him walk along the way, and if he couldn't walk, he hugged his mother's thigh, and then asked her mother to give orders to sit on his father's neck and never get close.

　　 "Dad, Dad..." Sitting on the neck of the depressed dad, the honest Yang Dongxu suddenly snapped his dad's head with his little hand.

"You are not panicking today, are you?" With a basket in one hand, one hand grabbed the cotton jacket on Yang Dongxu's body. Father Yang Dongxu, who had endured for a long time, was ready to get him down and beat him, otherwise he would always feel angry today Not smooth.

　　Although he has a lot of effort to shoot his father's forehead, it is not without revenge that he always has to punch the ingredients in it. But Yang Dongxu didn't want to really be beaten. Although the children who beat their hands this year can have a lot of ingredients, they can still suffer from slaps.

"Pheasant, pheasant, fight, fight..." Yang Dongxu grabbed his dad's ear with one hand, the other hand took the slingshot off his neck and dangled in front of him, pointing to the green oil not far away Pheasant in the wheat field.

　　 was grabbed by his son's ear, Dad Yang was almost hurt and threw out the basket in his hand. But the next moment he saw the pheasant in the wheat field not far away according to his son's guidance.

　　The pheasant is not unusual. Even before Yang Dongxu was reborn, he could occasionally hear the pheasant cry. Not to mention the current father, but the pheasant and the slingshot were combined, and he forgot to beat the child.

"Get down." Father Yang Dongxu grabbed his son's cotton-padded jacket and propped it up. This time Yang Dongxu didn't resist to loosen his ears and obediently. He also handed his slingshot to his father and ran to the roadside to prepare Find a mortar like a pebble as a bullet.

　　 But his dad was faster than him, took a slingshot a few strides forward, and did not delay bending down to pick up a few'bullets' and put them in the ammunition bag. Yang Dongxu's father Slingshot has played, and it is this.

　　Although he didn’t directly black out his little grandpa’s slingshot like Yang Dongxu, he occasionally played with a slingshot. Yang Dongxu's grandmother still gave his big brother's son-in-law some face. So his slingshot technique is good.

　　Yao Zao was a pheasant pecking wheat seedlings in a wheat field and found that someone was approaching and just looked at it silly and didn't care too much. This two-legged guy has met by himself, more than one chasing himself, and finally ashing behind his butt, as long as his two wings can't catch each other.

　　 When Father Yang Dongxu was still four or five meters away from it, a big **** stared at the two-footed monster not far away. Yang Dongxu's father had already pulled the slingshot away, and he felt a sense of killing. not good! Some people want to hurt me.

　　 Puffy puff... A chicken flying dog jumped, several pheasants hurried toward the reeds in the distance, running and running wings spread out.

　　 And in the wheat field, one of their companions fluttered on the ground like a headless fly, and the feathers flew around. After a few vigorous steps, Father Yang Dongxu held the pheasant with one hand, grabbed the roots of both wings with one hand, and lifted it up. Half of the pheasant's head was gone. Obviously, he could not survive.

"Ah... Dad is so powerful... Dad is good cow B." Yang Dongxu, who was holding his breath on the road and was afraid to scare away the pheasant, ran to the wheat field with his short legs . The younger sister Dan Dan, who was quiet in her mother's arms, waved her small hands and struggled and wanted to come down.

　　 This is a big cock, and obviously Yang Dongxu's father was selective when he saw the target. Pheasant **** are much larger than hens, and their feathers are brighter. In front of him, the big **** weighs about seven or eight pounds.

　　 "Don't get close to the blood, what should I do if I get on my body?" Listening to the shouting of my son, although I feel that the words are a bit novel, I can't disturb the happy mood of Father Yang Dongxu at this time. Carrying a pheasant seemed like a victorious general, shaking the expression on Yang Dongxu's mother's face very stunned.

　　In a small ditch on the roadside, Father Yang Dongxu carried the pheasant head down and drained the chicken blood as much as possible. Then he threw a few pieces of dirt at random to cover the blood at the "crime scene" and put the pheasant in the basket to cover it.

　　 The day before yesterday, the conversation with Lao Zhangren made Yang Dongxu's thoughts open a little. But now he can't show it, and a slingshot is enough for him to show it. If the pheasant hides well.

　　 "Son, I will help you with the slingshot." Putting the slingshot directly into yourself does not give Yang Dongxu a chance to resist. It is useless to resist at this time. Put Yang Dongxu on his neck again and continue walking.

　　 "How old is it, and still grab children's things to play with." Yang Dongxu's mother next to him said a fair word to her son. Unfortunately, the thick-skinned father pretended not to hear it at all.

　　With weapons, coupled with Yang Dongxu's unreliable father, his meat was quickly enriched. Pheasants, wild ducks, old turtledoves, and even weasel ran from the haystack from time to time, are Yang Dongxu's goal to see the big tree to practice his slingshot technique twice.

　　 There is a meat pad belly, coupled with Chinese cabbage that is not lacking in the countryside, and various wild vegetables after the temperature rises. Yang Dongxu's small body began to grow up a little bit.

　　Crazy with children of the same age in the village every day, as exercise. From time to time, I harassed Zhou Yiren in the farm tool house, and then followed my father on the river bank to find the target. Yang Dongxu has a very fulfilling life every day.

　　When the summer is over, Yang Dongxu, who is already six years old according to his birthday, has grown a lot, and his thin body has a lot of meat. Although not as small and round as her own little sister, it is obviously more energetic than other malnourished children.

　　After the wheat was collected and stored in the warehouse, a major event happened in Yangjia Village. To be precise, this event happened in the villages below the counties and towns around the time.

　　When the wheat was harvested, the news from Xiaogang Village removed the surplus grain that was turned in. After each household had enough surplus food to eat, many people were not calm.

　　 Grandpa ran the brigade several times, and even went to the town. Father Yang Dongxu also ran several times to the old man. So Grandpa bought a firecracker and brought fire paper, and went to the cemetery in the village to pray for the protection of the ancestors, and Yangjia Village also began to divide the land.

　　Since it is necessary to divide, the nature of the division is not just the land, the farm tools in the farm tool house, the collective cattle and sheep, the pigs or the like. There are also the trees in the fields, the bamboo forest around the four houses, and even a small ditch should be clearly distinguished.

　　After all, if there are fewer people and more people at this time, it will definitely cause trouble. An accident caused the above attention to be typical of being caught.

　　Divided people according to their heads, it is easy to count the total number of people and fields in the village, to see how much a person should be divided, only look at the head regardless of age, even if you are a baby born today, there is a piece of own land.

Of course, although the fields are around the village, some of them are high and some are low, and those near the river bank are obviously more fertile. All the impossible family land is connected into a large block, divided well, and the sloping land is divided. The whole family has a touch. As for the uncultivated wasteland, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still belongs to the whole village and I will talk about it later.

　　The public warehouses around the threshing ground soon emptied completely. It took less than three days to allocate everything. After all, there was no time delay. After the wheat was harvested, it would have to be planted in summer.

　　 "I know to eat, what are the broken jujube trunks that you want to eat?" Looking at Father Yang Dongxu's big bowl of noodles, his mother couldn't help but roar.

　　In her view, those jujube trees are obviously not as important as the field, or they can be replaced by a few other trees, at least they can be cut to make tables and chairs. Although the wood of the jujube tree is good, it grows imperfectly and grows very slowly. It is a pity that the few jujube trees are now felled. If not, she looks at the heart.

"What do the girls know? The other trees have a fart function. I'll prepare them for my son. When he grows up and gets married, how many jujube trees will make the bed open." Yang Dongxu's father glared at his old lady At a glance.

　　Yang Xudong, who was chopping rice next to him, glanced at his dad and continued to eat. When the two generations were alone, he discovered that his dad's eloquence was actually good.

　　 Obviously, he was faced with a few uncles and uncles when he divided the trees. He couldn't wipe his face and refused. So he only asked for the jujube tree that no one wanted. Now the black and white is turned upside down.

　　 But his father's words are not false. It is indeed a face-saving thing to use a jujube tree as a bed in the countryside, and it also means the early birth of a precious child. These date trees can indeed sell for a high price when meeting the exquisite people.

　　 But in the eyes of rural people, the field is more important than anything else, and without the landlord, everyone knows to save, and everything can be put together. It is estimated that it will take several years to get a few jujube trees at a high price.

　　 "Look what you want, eat your meal." Despite bowing his head in time, Yang Dongxu slapped his father in the back.