It was just dawn, and the whole village of Zeng was still in peace. A figure came in from outside the courtyard carrying two buckets of water, and then poured the water into a large jar under the eaves. The sound of pouring water awakened Zhang Yang.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the thatched roofs supported by thick wood, Zhang Yang looked a little dazed. Suddenly, he felt his legs resting on his stomach, so he turned his head to look at a child of seven or eight years old lying beside him, sleeping soundly.

Zhang Yang gently pushed the little boy's legs away, got up and opened the door and walked out. A man in a short jacket and exposed his thick arms was standing in the yard with two wooden barrels.

Seeing Zhang Yang come out, the man put the bucket on the ground, and a honest smile appeared on his dark face and said, "Are you awake?"

Zhang Yang smiled slightly, pointed to the short jacket on his body and said, "Is this?"

The man smiled heartily and said, "You fell into the river yesterday. My calf happened to be playing there, so he saved you. My wife put away your clothes and things."

Zhang Yang bent down deeply and bowed, and his handsome face said sincerely: "Thank you for your life-saving kindness. I don't know that my uncle's surname is good. I will repay my uncle's family in the future."

The man waved his hand and smiled, "Whoever sees someone fall into the water will go to save him. Just be careful in the future. As for me, I call Zeng Dazhuang, just call me Uncle Dazhuang. Also, since you are awake, it's better to go find your family. You've been missing all day and they should be anxious."

Zhang Yang was silent when he heard this, looking at the wooden barrel on the ground and said, "I have no family anymore. I came alone when I came."

Zeng Dazhuang didn't expect this to be the case. He opened his wide mouth under his short beard, patted Zhang Yang's shoulder and whispered: "Poor child. Then I'll take you home."

Zhang Yang looked at the strange things in the yard blankly and whispered in a low voice: "My home was gone when I came."

Zeng Dazhuang was puzzled and frowned and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Zhang Yang thought for a moment and said slowly: "I came from a very far place, which was already flooded when I was born. When I was older, my parents took me away. We walked for many years and passed many places where we could not live. My parents and family members died on the road, and only I happened to come here."

Zeng Dazhuang was stunned when he heard this, pointed to the east and asked, "Are they the countries in the east?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and said sadly: "Far further than there, I will never be able to go back there in my life."

Zeng Dazhuang was silent for a while, turned around and sat on a square stone in the yard, thought for a while and looked at Zhang Yang and said, "Then you live here. I am a farmer, and I eat everything I eat from the field, and I don't need you a bite. But you always have to live by yourself in the future, so you must have the ability to survive. I can't do anything other than farming. Today I will go to the field with me and I will teach you how to farm."

After listening in silence, Zhang Yang felt the warmth that had not been seen for a long time from Zeng Dazhuang's words, and nodded vigorously and said, "Okay."

In summer, it is always bright and the sun comes out soon. Under the brilliant morning light, the whole village begins to become lively, and the chimneys behind every house begin to smoke, and Zeng Dazhuang's family is no exception.

When the smoke from the cooking stove was extinguished, the meal was ready. Zeng Dazhuang and Zhang Yang, and they all sat around the dining table to eat. There were three dishes of vegetables on the table, which were a bit ugly because there was not much oil. However, each dish was served in a large bowl, and it was very large.

Perhaps because of the excessive romance, everyone just ate in silence and no one spoke. Zeng Xiaoniu finished a bowl of rice and then went to the pot to serve another bowl. However, he was short and wore a fat women's coarse cloth shirt, which looked a little funny. He dragged his sleeves no matter how they rolled up, and he dragged them into the pot when serving the rice.

Seeing this, Zeng Xiaoniu's mother He Xiaolian immediately raised her thin eyebrows on her fat face. She moved her fat body and grabbed the rice spoon from Zeng Xiaoniu's hand and scolded her: "I only know how to cause trouble all day, and I don't know how to help my family do more work. Yesterday I wet my clothes, which made me lose my clothes. It's so hot that I'm so stinking. You foodie."

Although He Xiaolian scolded Zeng Xiaoniu, his eyes were circling on Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang just slapped the rice silently. Zeng Dazhuang slapped the chopsticks on the table and shouted to He Xiaolian: "What are you saying? The more you say it, the less it is! Xiaoniu is so young, it is just a time to play, so what kind of work is asked to do! Besides, Xiaoniu wet her clothes to save people, and she is not a playful person. Also, Zhang Yang went to the field with me to work today, and gave me more food at noon."

I don’t know if I was angry when I saw Zeng Dazhuang or heard that Zhang Yang could go to the fields to work, but He Xiaolian stopped talking and returned to the dining table to continue eating.

Zeng Xiaoniu cleverly looked at my mother's face. Seeing that she wasn't really angry with her, she volunteered to say, "I'll go to deliver lunch at noon."

He Xiaolian reached out and knocked on Zeng Xiaoniu's bald head in front of her bun: "Eat your meal."

After breakfast, the sun was not so vicious. Zhang Yang wore Zeng Dazhuang's hat, held a newly-ground copper-cast hoe in his hand, and a pot of water hung around his waist. He followed Zeng Dazhuang to the field.

Zeng Dazhuang led Zhang Yang to first understand the difference between millet seedlings and weeds, and then started teaching Zhang Yang from the simplest weeding.

"When wedging, you must first see the millet seedlings and weeds clearly, otherwise you will be hoisted by accident. Then hoe the hoe into the soil and break the roots of the weeds with force. Use some force in your hand and the weeds will be hoisted."

Zeng Dazhuang bent down and grabbed the weeds and picked them up. He pointed to the cut-off of the hoe at the root and said to Zhang Yang: "As long as the root is broken, the weeds that were originally tightly grown can be easily pulled out. Come and try it."

Zhang Yang bent down when he heard this, and recognized a weed. He hoeed the hoe from the root of the weed as Zeng Dazhuang. After the hoe was cut off, he pulled it hard, but he didn't want to bring out a lot of soil, so he also brought loose the millet seedlings beside him.

Seeing this, Zeng Dazhuang was very anxious and stepped on the loose roots of the millet seedlings and said to Zhang Yang: "Broken the root and then cut the hoe and gently put it in. If there is too much soil, loosen the millet seedlings next to it."

After saying that, he demonstrated it to Zhang Yang several times, and Zhang Yang watched it seriously. He tried it a few more times, and soon he did it similar to Zeng Dazhuang.

Zeng Dazhuang didn't want Zhang Yang to be so smart, so he learned to weed so quickly. He wiped sweat on the cloth towel on his shoulder and said happily: "Yes, if you continue like this, you will soon be able to open a piece of field to grow your own crops."
Chapter completed!