Woke up in the morning, opened the phone and saw the message from the mother. When I got home, I took some pesticides from the city and went back to the small valley in the house. It was very serious.
The mood is inexplicably a little annoyed. It is the hope of the family for one year. If the production is reduced, the price of Xiaogu is unstable. I can’t sell much money in one year, and my salary is only a little bit. I haven’t earned money since I planted it today. If it is still suffering from natural disasters, this year is over, oh!
Sitting on the returning bus, shuttle between the mountains, running towards the clouds. Looking at the green mountains and green water outside the window, my heart was filled with emotions and my thoughts flew. Even if the mountains and green waters, but also can not keep people!
Looking at the fields in the mountains, the potatoes are ripe, and the corn is getting better. It’s a good harvest. If you put it in a TV series, what an outsider seems to envy! Ugh! But what about it? How about the harvest of potatoes, can not sell, even if sold only a few cents a pound, even artificial and fertilizer money is not enough. How about corn to mature? Anyway, I can't sell it. In the end, I don't feed the pigs. Then I have to pay more than a thousand pounds of corn a year. In the end, I only sell that money. This is for what!
Looking at the crops in the field, I was full of feelings. After all, I still didn’t have a head, so I couldn’t decide what I could. Farmers' friends can't decide the weather and climate, can't decide the output, can't decide the price, can't decide whether they can sell it, can't decide the cost of fertilizer and fertilizer, what can they decide? You can only decide whether you are working hard, whether you have sweated every inch of dirt in the field.
I don't know where the road is, where is my own road, where is the future of the mountains and the peasants in the backcountry?xx