After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

In Mingcheng, the temperature at noon exceeded 20 degrees, and the sun was shining directly. Zhang Ruoruan was sweating soon after wearing her coat.

Not to mention Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Yiming, they had already stripped down to their short sleeves.

This is the winter in the south. In one day, you can experience spring, summer, autumn and winter, wearing down, T-shirts, and jackets in turn.

"We're coming too!"

When Zhang Ruanruan and the other three had picked up half of it, a shout came from the road.

The three of them turned around and saw a young man walking towards them carrying something.

It was Zhang Zihan and his younger brother who had just entered high school that they had met once.

One of them was carrying a folding mahjong table, and the other was carrying eight red plastic stools without backrests.

The two came to the U-shaped screen and put down their things.

"This thing is very well done, there is no wind at all."

Zhang Zihan looked around, felt the difference in wind between inside and outside, and gave Zhang Yiming a thumbs up.

This screen was erected for the first time this year. It was not installed in previous years. Everyone was in the fields blowing the 360-degree cold wind.

"It doesn't matter who thought of it."

Zhang Yiming put down the two mud balls in his hands and rolled his eyes at Zhang Zihan: "Hurry up and work, we have been here for a long time."

Zhang Zihan smiled sheepishly: "I can't help it. I have to drink a few drinks with my uncle and the others. I've already run away fast enough. Come on, Zixuan, let's go pick up the dirt as well."

Hearing this, Zhang Zihan's younger brother, Zhang Zixuan, who was wearing glasses, nodded and went to work silently.

Zhang Yiming just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

I understand everything I understand.

Junior high school students and high school students are all like this. It's not that they are cold, but they are simply thin-skinned and embarrassed to speak, and they don't know what to say.

No matter how passionate my heart and mind are, I can't get a few words out of my mouth.

This is how everyone came here, not to mention the eldest uncle, the second uncle.

It will be fine once you get out of society.

……

With the addition of two more laborers, the efficiency of picking up soil increased a lot.

About half an hour later, two large piles of soil were piled at the door of the U-shaped screen.

"That should be enough, right?"

Zhang Yangyang said while holding his waist in front of the pile of dirt.

The clods of soil are not heavy, but bending down and standing up one after another and handling them gently can tire you out.

"Yeah. You can try it."

Zhang Yiming also moved over the last two pieces, glanced at them, and nodded.

Just do it.

Zhang Zihan and Zhang Zixuan also came to help.

Zhang Ruoruan was responsible for taking photos and recording.

"Would you like to pick up a few bricks to make the doorway?"

Zhang Zihan asked.

"You are a disgrace to this famous city!"

As soon as Zhang Zihan finished asking, he received a blank look from Zhang Yiming.

As a native of a famous city, how can a kiln be built with bricks as its door?

That's what people without skills would do.

Real masters use all clay.

Zhang Yiming drew a circle on the ground with his feet, about 40 centimeters in diameter.

Then I dug a little bit of the soil inside the circle to form a small depression, and then I and Zhang Yangyang started to build the kiln.

The foundation of the kiln is along the edge of the circle.

Kiln chicken is one of the traditional items at Zhang Ruoruan's New Year party.

Today’s young people play every year.

A group of three or five friends gathered together and started making the food from collecting mud to building a kiln, killing the chicken, pickling it, setting it on fire, and simmering it until it was cooked. They lived a happy and carefree life.

soon.

Under the skilled skills of Zhang Yangyang and the other four people, a "pyramid" made entirely of soil with a small doorway at the bottom appeared.

This is Tuyaozi.

It is almost identical to the pyramid except that the top is somewhat flat and not as pointed.

"Have you seen this cap? This is technology."

Zhang Yiming was a little proud.

This slope-like top of the kiln is a reflection of his superb skills.

This is also a piece of trivia that is not too cold, that is, the higher the earth kiln is, the better, and the higher the point, the better.

On the contrary, if it is shorter and the top is flatter, it can save more firewood and the time of burning the kiln can also be shorter.

It seems that there are a lot of buildings on the Internet that are almost as tall as a person. In fact, they look like bluffing people. In fact, it is because the people who built them are not very skilled that they built them so high.

Zhang Yiming finished building the first one and started to build the second one.

Just as he was about to start, someone else came on the road behind him. This time a group of people came.

Zhang Ruoruan took a quick glance and recognized only the three young men in the lead.

Zhang Junle, Zhang Heng, Zhang Zongfei.

Others should be their wives, children, and some relatives.

This is the gap between people.

At the same age, Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Yiming are still in the King's Startup, while Zhang Junle, Zhang Heng, and Zhang Zongfei are already holding their wives and holding their children.

This kind of feeling doesn't happen usually. It's only during the Chinese New Year when everyone gets together that they feel emotional.

But that doesn’t mean anyone is bad. Marrying early, marrying late, or even not getting married are just one’s own life choices, and there is no right or wrong.

"coming."

Zhang Yiming turned around and waved to everyone.

They walked into the fields and hugged Zhang Yangyang and others.

"Yeah, big internet celebrities are here too."

"Where's your Range Rover? Let me touch it."

After a circle, his eyes came to Zhang Ruoruan.

Zhang Ruoruan smiled: "It's at the door of my house. If you want to touch yourself, just don't scratch it."

Zhang Ruoruan was also very familiar with Zhang Junle, Zhang Heng, and Zhang Zongfei.

When she was very young, she followed Zhang Yangyang and played everywhere with them.

While other girls of the same age were still playing with Barbie dolls and playing house, Zhang Ruanruan was already following these big brothers down rivers and trees, chasing birds and hitting snakes.

It can be said that Zhang Ruanruan's character is somewhat masculine, and a large part of the reason is that he never played with girls when he was a child.

It wasn't until she learned the difference between men and women when she was a teenager that she reduced the frequency of hanging out with a group of boys.

By this time, the character has already been finalized.

But Zhang Ruoruan has no regrets.

In fact, she was very grateful for the rough and tumble experience she had as a child, which was not a girl-like experience.

Because it was this wild child-like experience that forged her current introverted but tough character, allowing her to survive in the world of immortality where the jungle prevailed, and she became the strongest step by step.

"We're here to help, too."

After a brief joke, the three of them also joined the team building the earthen kiln.

Three cobblers, one of whom was Zhuge Liang, built the second kiln within a few minutes.

It seems that there is no problem in making seven or eight big chickens tonight.

"The big project is completed, let's celebrate with a cannon."

Zhang Zongfei took out a box of crackers from his trouser pocket.

He bought this for a relative's children to play with.

Later, Zhang Zongfei poured out the entire box of rub cannons, formed a circle in the middle of the two kilns, and lit 10 rub cannons at once.

"Run."

Everyone swarmed back more than ten meters.

Following a burst of crackling, the sound of collapse also followed.

A kiln was blown down...

Seeing this scene, everyone burst into laughter and then cursed.

"I, XXXX, have already said XXXXXX, and I, you, XXXXXX..." Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Zihan even sent telegrams directly. Because it’s all their hard work.

They were the ones who moved the clods of earth, and they were the ones who did the most work in building the kiln.

"Ahem, it's not a big problem. I can make up for it by picking up a few more pieces." Zhang Zongfei went to pick up the clods of soil wisely.

Of course, Zhang Yangyang and Zhang Zihan didn't really blame him. After laughing, everyone joined the team of picking up soil.

Sometimes, a small accident can add more fun to Gujing Wubo's life.

Many years later, everyone may have forgotten how they did it in previous years, but they will definitely remember the scene of the collapsed kiln this year. and everyone involved in the Kiln Remediation Program.

"Hey!"

A piece of soil that was half a fist's size drew a wonderful arc in the air and hit Zhang Yangyang's back accurately, shattering into sand on the ground.

"I'm going to throw it away and make a sneak attack, right?"

Zhang Yangyang sneered back.

"I am coming too."

"Hey!"

So what was originally an action of picking up mud turned into throwing mud at each other.

Well, Southerners have their own version of "snowball fights."

Zhang Ruan held his forehead softly and did not look at these children in their twenties.

She walked to the edge of the collapsed kiln and quietly repaired the collapsed corner of the kiln.

Behind the scenes is a "war-torn" battlefield.