Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 171 Luo Tiezhu is also a ruthless man

The breakfast is very rich.

There are vermicelli, sauerkraut, and fish raised by the production team.

In the breeding room of the production team, a fat pig "died of illness" happened to happen last night, so there is still white and oily pork for the big guy to make a tooth sacrifice.

Seventh Aunt and Dai Hongmei, who are in charge of cooking, have come to the paddy field to urge everyone twice.

So, everyone in the field began to pack up and prepare to go back to eat.

After the handicraft team finished mixing the barrels of rice, they began to put the rice in the wooden barrels into the baskets, and then there would be strong members of the commune to pick the rice to the courtyard dam to dry.

As for the side using the threshing machine, the barrels have been lifted twice, and the third round of rice is now being loaded.

The artificial team led by Uncle Zhou lost in the competition, and the threshing machine team came first and achieved brilliant results.

With the help of a threshing machine, the big wheel is humming, and the golden rice is flying into the mixing bucket like golden sand!

At this time, the artificial team no longer had the previous arrogance.

Uncle Zhou just buried his head in the basket and pulled the rice, cursing endlessly, "You son of a bitch! Get something out of it? How much food for the collective and how much steel for the country will be wasted?
We peasants have nothing but strength!
It's nothing to make a little effort, and you can come back after a night's sleep, and you can save a lot of money for the public!

In my opinion, the guy who created this machine that wastes food and consumes the country's steel is an opportunist who steals and plays tricks to curry favor with those cadres! "

Threshing rice with a drum machine, of course, will waste more grain than beating it manually.

This is also impossible.

Because when the threshing machine is rotating at a high speed, when the bunches of rice are pressed up, the grains are indeed thrown farther than those manually beaten on the grain shelf.

There are many rice stubbles, thick silt and many aquatic plants in the rice fields.

There is no way to pick up rice grains like these thrown out.

Uncle Zhou's words were impeccable, and he just grasped this point so that he could use it to attack the improvers of the threshing machine.

To vent his radiance, the resentment covered by the threshing machine!
Damn!

The cadres from the village and the brigade all went to step on the threshing machine in person, talking and laughing one by one, who cares about having a word with Uncle Zhou?

When the rice was harvested in previous years, it was not what it is now.

Every year when the rice is harvested, Uncle Zhou enjoys the pleasure of talking and laughing with the officials from the township office every year, beating the rice in the same bucket and eating at the same table. Feel.

Double face!

This is also a rare highlight moment for Uncle Zhou as the bamboo mat of the Poor Nong Association.

He used to go to school, lecture tours in various units, and remember bitterness and sweetness.

But it's really boring to tell those dolls about the "painful past". As we talk about it, Uncle Zhou himself tells different stories every time.

Make it up and make it up, even he can't remember it himself.

In Uncle Zhou's heart, he actually likes to get together with the cadres the most.

——Look, the cadres in my hometown all have to praise me for being a good farmer and an excellent breeder for raising pigs and cattle!

It's better now,

Ever since I got the threshing machine, everyone's attention has been attracted by the "whooping" broken machine.

Don't curse it a few words, don't curse the person who invented the threshing machine, Uncle Zhou is in his heart
Just get stuck! !
After scolding that damned machine and the person who improved it, Uncle Zhou still couldn't understand his hatred.

He murmured loudly again: "To buy such a machine, I'm afraid it will cost 200 yuan, right? Such an expensive machine from the government, but let the kind of people with dirty hands and feet get it?

What if he intentionally damages collective property?
This kind of person who is dissatisfied with the public should not be allowed to touch the machine."

He was alluding to Yi Yang.

Yi Yang lay flat at home for a few days, originally he was not in the mood to work in the production team.

But rushing to harvest rice is not as usual.

Therefore, Yi Yang, whose heart was ashamed, had no choice but to force himself to get up and work in the rice fields.

Uncle Zhou vented his dissatisfaction there.

Yi Yanggang gritted his teeth, his face was gloomy, but he didn't attack.

Uncle Zhou came from a good family background, and Yi Yang is in this situation now. If there is another conflict with Uncle Zhou, who is upright and young, Yi Yang's situation will be even more difficult.
Yi Yang didn't dare to say anything, but Uncle Zhou's way of grabbing and biting indiscriminately aroused Ji Xuyuan's anger!

Ji Xuyuan is not good at doing farm work, but he has practiced Taoist internal skills for decades, and he has sharp ears and eyes, and his hearing is extremely sensitive.

He has already understood what the breeder Uncle Zhou said.

Hearing this, Ji Xuyuan stopped to cut the rice, and slowly straightened his waist.

He glanced at Uncle Zhou, who was less than five feet away from him, and his eyes flashed coldly, ready to attack!

Luo Xuan, who was in charge of tying the straw, vaguely sensed the murderous aura emanating from Ji Xuyuan's body,
Luo Xuan was about to speak to stop the sand sickle in Ji Xuyuan's hand, it is really a sharp weapon for long-range attack!
Right now!

All I could hear was an exclamation from the crowd!
"puff--"

A muffled sound.

Uncle Zhou, who was bending over, pawing the grains in the mixing bucket, kept saying "I'm going to the village and county to report these opportunistic and treacherous villains".

With a muffled sound, he immediately loaded it into the mixing bucket!

Luo Xuan just focused on staring at Ji Xuyuan and went away, but he didn't see why Uncle Zhou passed out.

original,

When Uncle Zhou was cursing there just now, the people who were working with him were all secretly winking.

Knowing that Uncle Zhou, an unscrupulous black-hearted guy, might really go to the township office and county government to make trouble!

But everyone didn't notice that Luo Tiezhu, who was standing next to Uncle Zhou, had an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

Like a big blue wolf ready to choose someone to eat at any time
Luo Tiezhu, who originally waited for the baskets to be full to carry the load and send the grain back to the drying dam, is now pulling the rope on the baskets and preparing to put the pole into the rope buckle
I didn't think so,
I don't know whether Luo Tiezhu lost his mind because of the distraction, or because the pole was wet and slippery, so that the pole just fell out of his hand.

I saw the pole tip in his hand aimed at the back of Uncle Zhou's head, and poked it down with a "poof" sound!
The back of the head is fragile, the most vulnerable to blows.

Uncle Zhou, who was busy working, was suddenly hit by this!
Uncle Zhou only felt a numbness in the back of his head and blackness in front of his eyes, and he fainted in the half bucket all of a sudden.
Immediately stuffed a mouth full of grains, straw whiskers.

"Oh, captain, hurry up, come on, it's not good, it's not good, something happened to Uncle Zhou!"

Everyone was shocked!

But no one reached out to help Uncle Zhou who fell in the mixing bucket, he just jumped and screamed in the paddy field, "Captain, come quickly! It's late, but people will die!"

Originally, Peng Zhikun was standing next to the threshing machine and handing the handle of rice to Captain Liao.

Hearing the yelling of a group of old women and old men over there, Peng Zhikun quickly dropped the rice handle in his hand, stepped on the calf-deep water, and ran over there!
while running,

Peng Zhikun asked puzzledly, "How can something happen if you drop a rice with half a bucket? Tell me, what's going on?"

Although harvesting rice in farm work is tiring, it is not dangerous. At most, you will be cut by a sand sickle and your feet will be scratched by a field mussel.

Like Uncle Zhou, he fell headlong into the mixing bucket, his limbs were stiff, and he had convulsions and convulsions from time to time.
This is so weird too!

"Get out of the way, everyone, don't surround him, let him breathe."

Peng Zhikun picked up Uncle Zhou, fanned him with a straw hat, and asked the surrounding melon eaters, "Why did Uncle Zhou faint suddenly? Did he suffer from heat stroke?"

Heatstroke?

"Yes, yes, it must be heat stroke!"

Uncle Zhang, who was working with Uncle Zhou, and several other strong laborers looked at each other.

Then Qi Qi nodded, "He's suffering from heat stroke."

"Hey, my head. What kind of a bastard, knocking Lao Tzu's sap in the back?"

At this moment, Uncle Zhou woke up slowly.

He stretched out his hands to cover his head, lying on Peng Zhikun's knees with his back, whimpering in pain, "It hurts me to death, say, it's that black-hearted carrot of yours hitting me?

Dare to attack me, a poor peasant, what is the nature of this?Hey, what evil intentions are you harboring? "

"Who's knocking on you! Bastards can't pass through the cracks in the rocks, you have to go and talk about it, isn't it a joke."

Uncle Zhang pushed Luo Tiezhu away, blocked Luo Tiezhu with his body, and told him to dodge quickly, "Uncle Zhou, are you too tired these few nights? You can't even stand on three legs?"

Li Siniang and Ou Qipo, who were in charge of cutting the rice, were originally cutting the rice in front, but they didn't see what happened to the mixing bucket.

In the production team, there are often many good people like them.

They obviously don't know the situation, but they always have to pretend to be very expert.

They dropped the sand scythes in their hands, surrounded them with dripping water, and breathed out their fragrance to Uncle Zhou one by one: "Uncle Zhou, you are afraid that you have run into a ghost! Everyone has their own work, which one will know?" Come knock your sap! It's wrong to slander people."

Li Siniang comforted Uncle Zhou and said, "Are you still not getting up? Let's go back to eat. In my opinion, you must have not eaten meat for a long time, and you have to push Ye Erniang down every day. Your family's food is poor, and you can't live. It's solid, how can you stand it?"

Ou Qipo laughed out loud, not knowing what she was laughing at.

Perhaps it was seeing Uncle Zhou being unlucky, but everyone felt inexplicably happy in their hearts.

She laughed and said, "I said Uncle Zhou! Why don't you get up quickly? If the stewed pork in the stove is cold, it will be javelined."

You have a lot of work and your body is weak, hurry up, don't lie there and rely on others.Hurry up to the kitchen to get a bowl of stewed pork vermicelli, to replenish your body is serious. "

Uncle Ding also smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, did you drink too much liquor last night, and you are still dizzy now?"

Uncle Zhou's eyes widened: "In order to feed that woman. Ah bah! In order to have the strength to throw rice for the production team, I haven't been drinking for the past few days!"

"It's over!"

Everyone regretted in unison: "Uncle Zhou doesn't drink anymore, no wonder he's not sober now!"

Uncle Zhou "."

"Indeed, I didn't drink, why do I feel that something is wrong with me?"

Peng Zhikun asked him, "Did you feel that your hands were shaking so much when you didn't drink?"

"Yeah, when I'm not drinking, my hands are shaking a little."

Uncle Zhou frowned while reflecting on himself, "It seems that if you don't drink, you still can't do it."

Three become tigers.

After being babbled by these people for a long time, Uncle Zhou, who is the party and the victim, can't help being a little confused at this time
hiss--

Touching the back of his head, he felt a throbbing pain.

If no one hit him with a sap, then where did the green bag on the back of his head come from? !
But, let's say someone really came to conspire and attack me.

Look at these people around, they all speak with certainty and certainty: they just fell into the mixing bucket accidentally by themselves!

"Captain Peng, did you see what happened to me just now?"

Uncle Zhou held the back of his head and asked Peng Zhikun full of doubts, "Did I fall down by myself?"

Actually, Peng Zhikun didn't know the specific situation. Seeing that Uncle Zhou was always entangled in this matter, seeing that it was getting late, how could he have much patience to talk to him?

then,

Peng Zhikun nodded affirmatively, "In my opinion, it's because you were a little bit more aggressive at night and your legs are weak. Get up quickly, my knees are almost numb from your pillow."

Uncle Zhou knew that Peng Zhikun was a person who never lied.

So Uncle Zhou slowly got up from the mud and puddles, "You have to count work-related injuries for me, at least the money for the glucose water, I have to reimburse me on the account of the production team."

"I'll give you a shovel!"

Peng Zhikun retracted his knees, and with a "plop", Uncle Zhou, who was pillowed on Peng Zhikun's lap, fell into the paddy field on his back, "You know very well that the production team will soon harvest rice.

The two of you also played a trick of 'surprise marriage', you think I don't know, what kind of absurd plan are you playing? "

Uncle Zhou lay in the water, his face turning red.

He married Ye Erniang, in fact, it was a bit of a coincidence.

Because after rushing to harvest rice, we will immediately start digging sweet potatoes and harvesting corn.

At that time, I and Ye Erniang will be newlyweds at any rate, but they are both exhausted from work every day, and it is difficult to even climb onto the bed.

Where do you have the energy to toss at night?
Doing farm work every day, so that the two of them are tired and paralyzed, so this marriage is not for nothing?

And after harvesting rice, there will be a burst of busy farming, and when winter comes, everyone will have to volunteer.

As a result, the members of the production team became even busier.

According to Ye Erniang's estimate: Uncle Zhou was not very popular in the production team, if he invites everyone again at that time, no one will come.

It's just that the couple never expected it!

The popularity of the two of them is so bad that in the whole production team, no family came to my wedding banquet!
Uncle Zhou, Erniang Ye, Peng Zhikun and the acting accountant, 4 adults together with 3 brothers from the Zhou family and 4 little kids from the Dou family.

With this group of people, the killing of 4 tables of banquets is destined to become a joke in all directions.

　A novel written by a wild beauty, a big beauty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)