In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

Chapter 292 Threshing Millet

Of course, Shaoan's job as a food aid recruiter at the commune grain station cannot be done overnight, and it will take several days for various transfers.

So Shao'an only told Run Ye, Sun Yuhou and Xu Hui the news to make them happy.

In the past few days, I have been working step by step as the captain of my own production team, leading the members of the commune to crawl on the ground all day long.

In the early morning of the next day, just as the sky turned white, there were scale-like white clouds in the sky, and it was another sunny day visible to the naked eye.

Wang Manyin and Lan Hua got up together, brushed their teeth and washed their faces, fetched water, cooked, picked up eggs, and boiled lamb liver for Hei Zai. It seemed to be the same thing every day.

After breakfast, Wang Manyin changed into a coarse sweater, a straw hat, and a sickle, and rode a tricycle towards Wangjiazhuang.

The rice in Wangjiazhuang was just ripe at this time, and Wang Manyin had eaten so much rice in the village for nothing before, so he should help threshing millet.

By the way, there are not many sour fish at home, go and get some fish back, let the orchids be marinated into sour fish.

All the way to Wangjiazhuang, the scorching sun is rising in the east, and the brilliant red light is shining down, as if a layer of red gauze has been laid on the earth.

As soon as I drove into Zhuangzi, I saw golden corn drying in the yards of each household, which looked very gratifying.

When the people in the village saw him coming, they immediately greeted him warmly, and most of them asked him if he had eaten, and if he hadn't eaten, they would come to the house and eat something.

Wang Manyin said with a smile that he had eaten, raised the sickle in his hand, and said that he was here to help them thresh the millet, which immediately made the people in Wangjiazhuang more enthusiastic.

"San Gong, why is your corn still drying? Where will the rice be dried later?" Wang Manyin asked casually.

"Hehe, the last crop is dried today, and then it can be packed to make room for the rice. Today, the rice will be placed on the threshing ground and sifted."

Wang Manyin nodded knowingly, and a large group of men from Wangjiazhuang gathered around, walking towards the threshing field with sickles in their hands.

After a while, all the men from Wangjiazhuang gathered in the wheat threshing ground, spitting out clouds of mist, which made the wheat threshing ground full of green mist.

After a while, Wang Hongshan, who was also wearing a short sweatshirt, barefoot, straw hat, and holding a sickle, came out and said loudly: "Everyone has arrived."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at everyone, and when he saw Wang Manyin, there was a bit of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

"The third child of Hongliang's family hasn't come yet, I heard he's gone." Someone replied.

Wang Hongshan nodded casually, "Then leave him alone, let's call early and come back for dinner early."

As he said that, he waved his hand, and the crowd walked towards the surrounding paddy fields, followed by some women and aunts, who held large teapots in their hands.

"Man Yin, why are you here?" Wang Hongshan asked as he walked over and handed him a cigarette.

"Didn't I hear that Zhuangzi was threshing millet two days ago, so I have to work hard?" Wang Manyin replied after taking the cigarette.

Wang Hongshan glanced at him, and jokingly said: "Look at you so white, how can you suffer so much? Don't go home with a tan and make Lanhua feel bad."

Wang Manyin touched his fair face. Compared with the dark-skinned peasants around him, he seemed to be really an outlier.

But there is no way, his skin is naturally fair, and he basically doesn't go out to bask in the sun. Of course, his skin can't be dark. Others can tell that he is not a farmer.

He smiled and replied: "Uncle Hongshan, don't look at me as fair and clean, I am very strong, besides, there is something that we men in Wangjiazhuang can't bear hardships."

Wang Hongshan laughed twice, "Okay, then you and I can work together. If you can't stand it, go back and rest, and stay in the village for lunch at noon."

As soon as you walk out of Zhuangzi, you will see a large golden wave of rice, which is gently swaying under the breeze, which is pleasing to the eye.

Wang Hongshan squatted down and touched a Daohui plant and said, "This year's harvest is better than last year." As he spoke, his black face was filled with a heartfelt smile.

Wang Manyin took off his yellow rubber shoes and walked into the paddy field with bare feet. The cold field water made him tremble instantly, and everyone said it was comfortable.

Wang Manyin was holding a sickle, but before he could make a move, he suddenly felt something jumping by his feet, and he took a closer look, and it turned out to be a big carp.

Not only that, the paddy field quickly became turbid, and I don't know how many big fish were hiding in the turbid field water, playing hide-and-seek with everyone.

"Everyone, don't hurt the fish in the field. Did you hear me?" Wang Hongshan's voice echoed over the rice field.

"Secretary, we all know that these fish are our treasures, even if we hurt ourselves, we dare not hurt these precious fishes." Everyone replied with a smile.

Wang Manyin kept moving his hands, and while cutting off the golden rice and putting it on the rice pile, he asked, "Uncle Hongshan, with so many fish stocked in the field, I'm not afraid that people from other villages will steal it."

Wang Zhuguo snorted coldly when he heard the words, "Why did no one come to steal, and there were quite a few people who stole, especially those errants from Niujiagou, who have been arrested several times by my father."

"Later, we simply arranged for people to guard here every night, so those bastards dared not come again. If they dared to come again, I would have to break their legs!"

Everyone chatted and laughed, the strength of the crowd was great, the rice crops were cut off one by one, and the waves of golden wheat kept falling. The crowd was like locusts, quickly nibbling away at the large paddy fields.

The rice harvested by Wang Manyin and others was picked up by the people behind and vigorously beat into the mixed corn, and the grains were knocked into the mixed corn.

After the grains in the mixed valley had accumulated a lot, someone also packed them in baskets and picked them up to dry on the threshing floor.

After one day in the sun, the straw inside is sifted out, and then it can be put into the barn after a few more days in the sun.

At this time, everyone in Wangjiazhuang also found that Wang Manyin was the fastest. Looking down from the sky, he was several meters ahead of everyone, forming a semicircle in the rice waves alone.

The people around couldn't help sighing, "Don't look at Wang Manyin's white hair, this is really neat to work with."

The sun was high and the sun was getting hotter and hotter. Wang Manyin's forehead was covered with sweat, and the straw hit his body, making his skin itchy.

The men in Wangjiazhuang also frowned, their bodies were covered in mud and water, but everyone seemed to be used to it, still talking and laughing happily.

If it’s too hot, go to the field ridge to have a sip of tea, then light the dry tobacco, and continue threshing rice while smoking.

In other villages, it is unbelievable to have such a ridiculous work efficiency, after all, foreign labor has become a common phenomenon.

However, in Wangjiazhuang, where the clan concept is strong, there are very few lazy people.
(End of this chapter)