In the evening, I walked on the cement road in the countryside, wandering around comfortably alone, looking at a large area of ????orange trees, and seeing which longan and yellow peel fruits were ripe, everything seemed so quiet and comfortable
I found a rock by the stream and sat down. In front of my eyes were two different fields, one of which was planted with soybeans. The soybeans in this season were as high as knees, and each tree was growing lushly, facing the night breeze, freely. Stretch your hands freely. Another piece of land is overgrown with wild grass, all kinds of reeds and weeds grow taller than people, as if a big weed party is being held. From the looks of it, this land is considered deserted
I saw my uncle who was spraying pesticides. Not far away, he was spraying pesticides on his own soybean fields. He was as good at talking as I was, and chatted quickly. My uncle told me that the owner of the wasteland in front of me works in other places, and has not taken care of his one-acre three-point land for two or three years. The land has become barren and weeds have grown wantonly.
My uncle also told me that hard-working people are very good at taking care of their land. It is most cost-effective to plant corn twice a year in spring and autumn. If you are a little lazy, you can plant some cassava, which can be harvested in winter. It is not good to plant some banana trees. Oranges or something. The land can't be left idle, it has to be planted with something, anything
In fact, my uncle forgot to tell me: people are like the land, and you should look forward to something to do, and then you can sow seeds and try to sweat. A person's heart is like a field. If you don't want to do anything, your heart will be overgrown with weeds and barren, and you will be confused all day long.
Fortunately, I understand.
The land told me wordlessly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com