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“杨叶哗啦,南瓜北瓜,谷雨前后,点瓜种豆。”张木匠站在院子里,抬着头眯着眼一边望着自家门外哗哗作响的白杨树,一边念叨着。老张有一亩多地,沙土地,年年都种成花生,雨水好了,一年收个四五百斤,不为卖,到油坊全榨成油,抛去豆饼能出个八九十斤,留点自己够吃的,剩下的都给县城儿子家送去了,一年到头不用买油,老张说自己种的花生出的油炒菜比超市买的香,也健康。前几天老张就把地里收拾利索了,就等着下雨,下场雨就种上,老张琢磨着。正在盘算着,村委的喇叭打断了老张的憧憬。
“Yang leaves calabash, pumpkin north melon, valley rain before and after the point melon beans. ” Zhang carpenter stood in the yard, holding his head and squinting while looking at the poplar rushing outside his home, while talking about . Zhang has more than one acre of land, sandy land, year after year are planted peanuts, rain is good, a year to receive four or five pounds, not for sale, oil mill full squeeze into oil, thrown away from the bean cake can eighty or ninety Jin, keep their own enough to eat, and the rest gave the county son home sent, year-round do not buy oil, Zhang said his own kind of peanut oil cooking than the supermarket to buy incense, but also healthy. A few days ago, Zhang put the ground to clean up the mess, waiting for the rain, rain on the planted, Chang wondering. Is figuring out, the speaker of the village committee interrupted Chang’s vision.