I earned only three pieces of four cents

Ignite a leaf of tobacco, forced to breathe, the smell of tobacco caused me to cough for a while. I like this spicy taste, and only then do I feel my presence.
The sun is so venomous, the sun is drying up my dizzy, sweat dripping from my face, wet my back.
People are home to eat, I walked home on the road, legs become very heavy, I sat on the curb, going to rest for a while.
Today, I earned only three pieces of four cents. I pinch my hands, sit down, smoke a cigarette and slowly spread them over my knees.
Three four cents, only three days money. Wine does not drink, do not drink worth mentioning, leaf tobacco, you can point to the old man smoking.
Such days, can not see the end. Like leaves of tobacco, bitter, spicy, tasted every day, or the kind of taste, but every day, have to taste.
Paddy field is paddy, rice cooked, harvest is not bad this year. This one looks over the past, full of golden, with one exception.
The exception is my paddy field. My family is a blue field, rice is green, weeds are green, rice, but also covered in weeds.
This can not blame me too lazy, just because I did not use herbicides, weeds so long, herbicide is not money? I have money. As for the rice is not good, but I have a bitter experience.
This year less rainfall, to the season of transplanting, but the field is dry. The village invited a pump, attracted Qiong River water, irrigation paddy fields, so that the village planting.
But this is not free. They do not fill the fields with no money. I have no choice but to ask them, they will not, I will ask them daily. Pumping boss was entangled, however, promised to help me water irrigation. Only they let me help keep the three-day pump in exchange for. look at here now | important link | check it out | Learn More | go to website | look at these guys | visit homepage | websites