Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 388
In the scorching sun, Lin Yuzhu's family was responsible for the task field, and the third and outer third floors were surrounded by people.

The roar of the heat drowned out the whine of the machines.

The nearby commune members quit their work and stretched their necks to look at the rows of fallen rice, bursting into bursts of joyful cheers.

Song Yi just came back from the brigade, and found that there was a whole area where no one could see.

Immediately thought that something serious had happened, and immediately ran towards the direction of the Lin family mission field.

Running halfway, he found Liu Gongfen running from another direction. He was old and strong, walking like flying.

Song Yi shouted while running: "What are you doing so fast! What happened to the team, why are the people in this area gone!"

Liu Gongfen held the workbook under his arm, and when he heard someone shouting, he turned his head and slowed down.

The red-coloured old face was as happy as New Year's Eve, and he waved vigorously, "Captain, hurry up, your wife is so special! All the members are over there!"

After he finished shouting, he didn't wait for anyone, and continued to run wildly.

Song Yi looked suspicious, this Liu Gongfen most dislikes the labor of foreign workers when the members are working, why is he so happy today?

Looking strange?
He thought about it again, last night his wife told him in detail about Zhong Qing and four educated youths designing machines together.

Could it be that Zhong Qing really brought back that rice cutter?
You went back yesterday, and you're back today?

so smart?

Before people could get close, they could see a crowd of straw hats in the distance, and those who couldn't squeeze in jumped up and looked inside.

Liu Gongfen struggled to squeeze in a few times, grabbing the workbook and sweeping it anxiously.

"What time is it, and I'm still watching the excitement! I don't want work points, do I!"

"Telling you to step aside is the same as being deaf, and I will kill you!"

"Has the task been completed? You still have the mind to stop here! If you don't harvest the rice, you won't lose your work points, only a slap!"

While fighting and training, abruptly fanned out a passage.

The commune member who was slapped was smiling, and the force of the slap on the shoulder was not heavy, and he was not angry at all.

With Liu Gong leaving, Song Yi easily squeezed into the innermost circle.

Only then did I realize that almost all the cadres of the production team had arrived.

Even the senior uncles of the Song family were present.

They sat in a row on the ridge of the field, wearing old and blackened straw hats on their heads, their coarse coats were patched and patched, and their trousers were rolled up high.

One of them held a pipe and pot in his hand, watching the younger generation working in the fields, smoking cigarettes, and their weather-beaten old faces were cheerful.

The fifth uncle, the most senior, saw Song Yi approaching when he was knocking the cigarette ashes, raised his skinny palm covered with age spots, and waved, his cloudy eyes were full of joy.

"Little six, come here!"

With a smile on his face, Song Yi held up his trousers and sat next to him, "Are you in good health? Just ask the younger generation at home to work harder. You don't have to go to the fields with you every day."

The old man is 77 years old, his body is getting worse every year, his eyesight is not very good, and he usually does some odd jobs at home.

No one can stop his determination to go to the fields when the farming season is busy.

He was not allowed to work, and even quarreled with the family members, scolding the juniors bloody.

Stuffing his neck and yelling and yelling, he can still walk when he is grabbing food from the sky. Could it be that he is still sitting at home waiting for the rice to fall from the sky into his mouth?

The family didn't dare to fight hard with him, so they could only let him hold the rice handles with the children and throw the rice to the strong labor, or help turn the rice.

The production team has a threshing machine, and the old man has been there to enjoy it, and he is very happy.

Uncle Wu put away the cigarette pipe and pot, stuck it in the waistband of his trousers, and said cheerfully, "I'm old, I can't do any heavy work. I'm told to stay at home but I can't stay, so I just want to see the crops in the field."

He patted Song Yi's knee, raised his hand and pointed to the field, "Look at how fast that whining chainsaw cuts. Three strong laborers can't compare to a little girl. It's a good thing!"

There was a burst of applause from the crowd, especially among the women.

"Oh! Time is up! Jin Sheng, you lost!"

"Lin Yuzhu is doing great! Live up to me!"

"Women don't hold up half the sky, but this time they hold up half of the sky, haha!"

"This rice cutter is really strong! Miss Zhong is so strong!"

Second Sister-in-law Liu was the happiest, her flushed face was filled with a cheerful smile, her fingers were tightly pinching her trouser pockets, her heart was going crazy with excitement.

This rich man is generous, so he will show people a way and flatter him.

Unexpectedly, people not only thanked her, but also gave her a piece of steelworker, saying it was a tip.

At that time, she stood there in a daze, not daring to answer.

Just five yuan for leading the way and carrying something?

Never seen such a generous!

In the end, Lin Yuzhu said with a smile, you have paid for your labor, and people are willing to give it to you, so take it.

It drove her crazy with joy.

Five dollars can buy a lot of things!
There was a lot of noise ahead, Song Yi pointed to the front, Fifth Uncle waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Lin Yuzhu unloaded the machine, sweat dripped down her face, and her wet clothes stuck to her body.

When he raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, he saw Song Yi walking over, his watery peach blossom eyes curved brightly.

"Song Yi, come and take a look at the modified rice harvester that Zhong Qing brought back. I won the competition just now~"

The cheerful voice is very contagious, Song Yi's mouth curled up, and he raised his hand to help her straighten the hair sticking to her face, "I see."

He Jinsheng excitedly patted the rice crumbs on his body, and leaned in front of the two of them, his face beaming with joy.

"Brother, this is really a good thing! Ms. Zhong also said that this is only the first generation version. What kind of upgraded version does she have? It will take a few days to make it. She said she would donate it to our production team! Ten units! God! !"

A strong laborer who works most efficiently can only cut about one mu of rice a day without threshing.

One machine can cut at least 20 mu a day, and the production team’s paddy field is less than [-] mu, and it can be cut in two days, which is unthinkable.

Song Yi's heart became hot. According to this speed, how easy it would be!
He cast his eyes on Zhong Qing who was standing with Lin Yulan with a frowning expression on his face, he straightened his face, and walked in front of her and bowed deeply.

"Thank you Ms. Zhong for your selfless dedication and strong support to our production team. On behalf of all the members of the third production team, I would like to express my gratitude to you! The machine is so precious, I don't know how to thank you!"

The sonorous voice is full of gratitude and respect.

Zhong Qing waved her hands triumphantly, "Oh, it doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter."

Anyway, it was something she got from Wang Zhaoyu, and it didn't cost her money. She also liked the villagers here.

Lin Yulan hugged her shoulders, moved to tears, "Qingqing, you really touched me! You don't know, when I lay there last night, I felt sore and backache, it was so painful... Great, I won’t have to suffer this crime during the autumn harvest…”

"That's right, I'll be nice to you!" Zhong Qing smiled and pushed her hips, "So, you have to do what you promised me~"

"Yes, no problem!" Lin Yulan nodded vigorously.

Lin Yuzhu looked at Zhong Qing who looked expectant, and pursed her lips, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

I only started practicing martial arts at the age of 17, and it is still a traditional martial arts...

I hope that the heartless girl will maintain her current high level of enthusiasm, and then stop crying and calling her mother...

(End of this chapter)