C9 He's Grown up

As soon as the day dawned, Father Zhao Laicai got up and started driving. He put on his farm tools and prepared to go to work. Zhao Ziloong jumped up when he heard the commotion and rushed over to help his dad.

The father and son duo sat in an animal carriage as they headed towards their own fields.

Along the way, the smell of soil and grass filled Zhao Ziloong's nose, along with the crisp sounds of some unknown insects. Lying on the cart, Zhao Ziloong felt that everything was wonderful.

The state has put in place a policy of 30 years of constant division of land, and Zhao Ziloong's family is a profiteer. Although her mother passed away due to illness, she didn't take back her land. It was just that the distribution of the six acres of land in her home was a little too spread out.

These four fields were located in a remote area. It was relatively barren, and the distance between them was about seven to eight miles.

Now the field they were going to plow was at the southernmost end of the village, almost out of the village.

Because of this, Zhao Laicai had talked to the village committee to see if he could change sides with the other families. However, not only was his request not fulfilled, he was even scolded.

Zhao Laicai was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. On the one hand, he cursed the village cadres for putting on airs and not doing anything. On the other hand, he could only run around and manage these four barren fields.

The two of them, one of them leading the animals while the other was holding a plow. They flipped over the solid and stiff ground, plowing out countless soft and deep furrows. When the sun rose in the air, they finally plowed through the field.

Zhao Ziloong tied the animals and sat beside the shaft of the carriage with his father to rest.

"Dad, now that we have to use tractors to till the fields, why don't we spend some money to try it out?" Zhao Ziloong said with a bit of heartache when he saw his father sweating from exhaustion.

"Foolish child, our land is so remote, yet we aren't even willing to come here."

"Besides, our land is not good, and we have very little production, so we only have a total of a thousand dollars per mu of land. The cost of throwing away the fertilizer seeds would only be a few hundred yuan per mu of land. If they were to plow the fields with a towing cart, their income would be even less. "

"You're not young anymore. You're going to get married in a few years. Can't I save some money for you?" Zhao Laicai threw away the cigarette in his hand and sighed.

"Dad, these are two different things. You can't just tire your body out just because you saved some money, right?" Hearing this, Zhao Ziloong felt a bit annoyed. He moved to his dad's side and grabbed his arm.

"Child, Father was born to suffer. I only wanted you to suffer alongside me." Zhao Laicai patted his son's hand and let out a sigh. Zhao Ziloong could clearly see that his eyes had turned red.

"Father, how about this: we will grow all the corn in the fields so that we can save energy by planting the autumn harvest in the spring. You won't have to spend all day in the fields, and you can find some easy work. "

Zhao Ziloong suddenly remembered the photo in his phone. Zhao Ziloong took a picture of that beautiful woman, Yang Hua, who was doing bad things with the Village Head in the kitchen that night.

"Silly child, how could it be so easy!"

"Let's not talk about the fact that these four plots of land are too far apart from each other, planting them would be too troublesome. "Dad is already so old and doesn't have much education. Other than putting in a lot of effort, how could he possibly take turns?"

Zhao Laicai shook his head as he didn't take Zhao Ziloong's words seriously at all.

"I heard there are a lot of odd jobs in the village that need to be done, thirty dollars a worker. that is, brushing walls and pasting slogans, which is the life of the grinder, not the least bit tired. "

"If you have ten jobs a month, that is three hundred dollars a year, which is three thousand and six hundred dollars. In addition to our six acres of corn, we should be able to earn around ten thousand dollars a year. "

Zhao Ziloong counted with his fingers and revealed a happy expression.

"Foolish child, all the part-time jobs in the village are benefits given by the village cadres to their relatives. How can it be our turn?" Zhao Laicai could not help but smile bitterly as he thought of the village chief's dark intentions.

"Don't worry, I can do it if I say so. As long as you agree, I can do it." Zhao Ziloong pulled his dad's arm and a trace of determination flashed across his face. He had grown up, so it was time for him to do something for his family.