The courage, simplicity and tranquility of growing rice: Bogo's rice-growing life

It has been three years since I started growing rice, and people often ask me why I wanted to grow rice?

Sometimes there is more than one reason for doing something, but I like simplicity, so I interpret it with a simple heart.

After my father passed away, this plot of land was always farmed by an uncle in the village. For many years it was rotated between one season of watermelon and one season of rice, until three years ago when this uncle felt slightly unwell and no longer wanted to farm it, so I mustered up the courage to begin the life of a happy farmer. As for what gave me the courage to go down into the field and grow rice?

Although I was born into a farming family, as the youngest child, when I went to the field I was at most just playing, like my youngest son now. I have drawn a lot of rice but never grown it. As for what gave me the courage to go down into the field and grow rice? Courage and anger actually have to be explained separately.

1. Courage means not being afraid of failure and not being afraid of being laughed at. In our village I was the first to grow rice without using pesticides. I think many people have had the experience of being told with concern that there would be no harvest [and some were partly waiting to see a joke].

2. Anger: back then Liu Cheng-hung said at an environmental impact assessment meeting that the land in Wanbao was very poor. The output value was very low, only 27000 yuan per hectare, the land could not produce anything, and farming it would even lose money. xxxx! [After he finished speaking, the villagers immediately gave him four words, and the swear words were automatically silenced].

To be honest, it was actually simply that I just wanted to eat rice I grew myself. Only I know what was put into the field, and walking to the field every morning and evening to observe the crops growing makes me feel calm.