Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 236 You are content!

"quick!"

"Hurry up and put the packed sack into the tractor's bed!"

Mu Baoguo commanded the crowd hoarsely:

"There is no wheat left over from the past on the ground, so let's leave it alone."

"The most important thing now is to put the raised wheat into sacks!"

Boss Mo went all out, carrying a sack on one shoulder, and ran back and forth briskly.

Not enough tools...

Mu Lao Er was holding a sack, kneeling on the ground, rubbing wheat into the sack with one hand...

Mu Jianfeng was doing the same job as his elder brother, and he used so much force that a big hole was poked in his shoe, and he was still running back and forth...

Gritting his teeth, Mu Qi and the youths from the same village threw thick ropes tied with big stones on the pile of firewood that was about to be blown away by the wind...

Ma Yuehong, Zhang Chunmei, Liu Yan and Xu Lanxin carried the sacks in groups of two.

Mu Caocao was helping them.

Mu Chen and his three younger brothers were biting on the hemp rope, and tied the knots with the hemp rope on the mouth of the sack where the adults had packed the wheat.

Tick ​​tock.

Bean-sized raindrops fell.

Mu Baoguo wiped his face from the rain:

"Hold on, everyone!"

"Even if the remaining wheat is watered by the rain, it must be put into a sack!"

The villagers were hurt by the raindrops, but none of them complained, not even the ruffians in the village who loved to steal and play tricks didn't cry tired.

Nor flinched.

The rain and fog filled the air, and it was difficult for people who were blown by the wind to walk.

Mu Nannan and Ji Beinian retreated from the threshold to the house.

Soon.

The sound of the tractor engine resounded throughout Taoji Village.

The two of them let go of their hearts.

Great relief.

evening.

The members of the Mu family who were drenched in water finally came back.

Mu Nannan hurriedly stepped on the small bench and served them the boiled ginger soup in the kitchen.

Afraid that she would burn her, Ji Beinian took the initiative to carry the soup bowls to the main room.

Zhang Chunmei and others saw it and went to help.

"Ugh!"

Mu Baoguo wiped his face with a dry towel, and sighed heavily:
"The bottom layer of wheat didn't have time to get back after all."

"Such heavy rain must have been washed away."

Although it was only a thin layer, those wheat grains weighed tens of catties at least.

Grinding it into flour is enough for a dozen people to eat for several days.

It was just washed away by the rain in vain and ruined.

Ma Yuehong threw him another dry towel:

"You are content!"

"This time our village has Nan Nan and Bei Nian's notice in advance, so we can race against time to recover thousands of catties of wheat before the rainstorm. The other villages that have not received the notice don't know how miserable it is. !"

Mu Baoguo stopped sighing, and instead worried about other villages.

Ma Yuehong was right.

After the rapid rainstorm, it was already the next morning.

Before Mu Nannan woke up, he heard Ma Yuehong whispering in the yard in a daze:
"It's a crime, it's a crime."

"When it rained yesterday, the people in Lincun were still working in the wheat field. When they arrived at the drying field, the rain had already come down, and nearly half of the wheat that had been harvested and dried there had been washed away."

"Now they have to save rations from their mouths to pay for public rations."

Then came Mu Baoguo's voice:
"Fortunately, only half of it was washed away, not all of it was washed away."

"The population of the neighboring village is not as large as ours, and the public grain to be paid is several hundred catties less than ours. This year's grain payment quota is not too much for them."

(End of this chapter)