Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 1829 Old Yu is injured
"Grandpa, Uncle Dazhuang."

Yang Xiaotao came down and pointed at the thresher, "This is the thresher. It can be used to thresh wheat."

Master Yang and his men immediately surrounded it, touching and knocking here and there, their faces full of curiosity.

It was hard for them to believe that a machine like this could replace a hundred people?

Taking advantage of this time, Yang Xiaotao asked people to move the things brought back from the truck bed, and then began to prepare for work.

Under the guidance of Yang Xiaotao, the thresher was quickly lifted to the center of the threshing floor. Then the tractor was in place. Yang Xiaotao fixed the belt and checked the fuel tank and water tank. Only after everything was ready did Yang Xiaotao stand in front of the thresher.

Not far away, the villagers had made preparations. Yang Dazhuang stood opposite Yang Xiaotao, Mr. Yang led people to collect the wheat straw, and the rest of the people performed their respective duties.

"Let's get started. Let's get started."

Yang Shitou shouted, and used his arms to shake the tractor away, and then the thresher started.

A buzzing sound was heard, and Yang Xiaotao immediately fed the prepared wheat into the machine, followed by a tearing sound.

After a while, yellow wheat grains flowed out from the grain outlet below. The middle-aged woman holding the winnowing basket reached out her hand to touch the wheat, feeling its temperature. She picked up a grain and threw it into her mouth, biting it with a crunch, feeling the hardness of the grain. She laughed and talked to the people around her.

People around her couldn’t hear what she said, but from the expression on her face, they could tell that she was very happy.

When the winnowing basket is full, the woman holds it up, and the person behind her immediately takes over. The woman carries the winnowing basket filled with wheat to the threshing floor where it is dried in the sun, and then pours the wheat on the ground.

A group of old men spread out their tools, and without waiting for the woman to leave, the people behind them immediately ran over and dumped the dustpans down.

The woman was stunned, looked at the busy crowd, and hurried to line up at the back.

For a while, the people around were too busy to handle it, and the scene was in an uproar.

By mid-afternoon, the sound of machines had ceased to move in the threshing ground of Yangjia Village.

But there are people everywhere.

Someone packed the dried wheat into bags, ready to hand it over to the grain station.

Some people are still piling up wheat, which needs to cool overnight before it can be packed.

More people were resting on the side.

For most of the day, everyone was chasing each other.

Especially the women who carried the winnowing baskets to transport wheat, they were so tired that they could not even straighten their backs.

In the end, if the men in the village hadn’t come forward to help and take turns, there would probably be no one to cook dinner tonight.

At this time, Yang Xiaotao was repairing the thresher and oiling the machine.

The machine has been running non-stop throughout the day, so wear and tear is inevitable.

Yang Dazhuang and a few others watched from the side, with stars in their eyes.

"This thing is really amazing."

"It's only been a short while, and you've already done so much. It's really fast."

Yang Dazhuang sighed, and Uncle Jiu, who was keeping accounts beside him, heard what he said and tapped on the machine. "That's right. If we do the rest ourselves, it will take at least a week to pack them into bags."

"Uncle Jiu, have you figured out how many pounds it is?"

Someone asked, and Uncle Jiu put the notebook into his waist, then glanced at the man, "So soon, do you think you have time to get on the scale?"

The people around were a little disappointed when they heard this and wanted to know how many pounds he had lost.

But Uncle Jiu stroked his beard and said, "I estimate that it is at least 20,000 kilograms."

"Really?"

"It's almost the same."

When the people around heard this, they immediately cheered. In the past, if they had harvested so much grain, it would have taken a week. If the weather was bad, it would have been delayed.

Everyone looked at the thresher in shock.

This is the fact, you can't deny it.

"This machine just drinks up the oil too quickly."

Yang Shitou said this, and the people around him nodded again.

Their farm has a quota of diesel, and during the busy farming season, they will receive special approval for some fuel.

But after half a day, the fuel was used up much faster than before.

"Just use it. Let's finish it sooner so we can plant corn earlier."

"Yes, yes. Planting now is half a month earlier than usual. We can plant more land and harvest more this year."

Everyone became excited when talking about the work in the fields.

The more you plant, the more you will harvest.

Usually, due to seasonal reasons, many things would be missed.

"By the way, I heard you say there is a machine for threshing corn?"

Speaking of growing corn, Master Yang asked from the side, and everyone's attention was attracted again.

"Yes, but the factory is busy making threshers right now, so they haven't started making this kind of machine yet."

"We plan to start working on it around August, so we can catch up with the autumn corn harvest by then."

Hearing Yang Xiaotao say this, everyone's expressions immediately became happy.

Harvesting corn every year is hard work, and shelling corn is even more tiring.

The machinery factory had previously made a hand-cranked thresher, which was much better than pure manual work.

But now that people have seen the benefits of threshers, they have higher expectations for corn threshers.

After packing up the thresher, Yang Xiaotao explained to Yang Shitou and others how to maintain it and how to deal with the problem of the machine getting stuck, and then he went home.

As for the thresher, it will remain in Yangjiazhuang and will go to Gaojiazhuangzi to help tomorrow. It will also be used by the surrounding villages in the future.

This can be considered as a benefit that Yang Xiaotao has fought for the village.

As for the follow-up matters, it is no longer Yang Xiaotao's business.

Night began to fall and the stars above our heads began to emerge.

People who have been busy all day start to go home and enjoy the relaxation after work.

When I got home, Ran Qiuye was preparing dinner.

In the yard, Miaomiao led her younger brothers and sisters to play "Eagle Catches Chicken". No matter how Duanwu ran, Miaomiao protected her two younger sisters behind him.

She looks like an old hen.

Wangcai's family sat at the door. The sultry evening heat made them lose the desire to move. They stuck out their tongues, and when they saw Yang Xiaotao, they just lowered their heads and whimpered twice.

After washing his face in the yard, Yang Xiaotao walked into the house. Ran Qiuye had already brought the food to the table.

"I heard that you finished the work in one day? The aunties and uncles in the village all praised you for being amazing."

Ran Qiuye was holding her chopsticks while Yang Xiaotao sat beside her. "Well, there aren't many in the village to begin with. This speed is much slower than it was a few days ago."

"That's pretty fast. It wasn't easy to thresh wheat before."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, then asked, "Where is Grandpa?" "Grandpa went to school. The old principal had a cough recently and is recovering at home. Grandpa lives in the school."

"Well, I'll bring him food later."

Yang Xiaotao shouted twice outside, and the four children ran into the house.

"By the way, where's Sister Cuiping? She's not coming over?"

Ran Qiuye sat aside and said, "He went back in the afternoon. He said that Lao Yu was back."

"When Lao Yu comes back, will he tell her?"

"I don't know. The call was made to the village, and Sister Cuiping went back after answering the call."

Yang Xiaotao frowned slightly. There is no small matter in Lao Yu’s job.

Forty-Nine City, Sixth Hospital.

In the corridor, under the dim light, doctors and nurses were in a hurry.

After switching to plum blossom disinfectant, there is no longer the previous smell of ammonia, which greatly changes the perception of people coming to the hospital.

Of course, it’s better not to come these days.

No one wants to be sick, right?

However, there is never a shortage of patients in the hospital.

In the ward, Cuiping looked at Yu Zecheng leaning against the head of the bed, her eyes red, and she almost spilled the chicken soup in her hand.

At this moment, Yu Zecheng's face was pale and he looked like he had lost too much blood.

There was a large bandage on his right shoulder, with traces of blood faintly visible.

Cuiping held the bowl and fed the chicken soup to her mouth bit by bit.

Feeling the tenderness from his wife that he had never received before, Yu Zecheng felt uneasy.

"It's okay, isn't this good?"

"Apart from being a little anemic and having a scar, it's nothing serious."

"Wait a few days and you'll be able to go down."

Yu Zecheng comforted Cuiping, but his voice no longer had the vigor of the past, and instead sounded a little tired.

"What are you doing down here? Can you cook or work?"

Yu Zecheng's tone stagnated, and he smiled with narrowed eyes, "Can you come down for a walk? I'll accompany you around then."

"Let's go, why are you leaving? Just stay at home and come out when you feel comfortable."

"Still accompany me around. I need you to accompany me. Do you have time to accompany me?"

Cui Ping put the spoon accurately into Yu Ze's mouth, blocking the rest of the words, and then muttered, "Last time you said you wanted to find a sister for Shitou. Think about it, how long have you said this?"

"Duanwu already has two sisters now. If you don't hurry up, you might get another one."

Cuiping put the spoon in the bowl, making a tinkling sound, and Yu Zecheng was even more speechless.

I just felt some pain in my back when I was lying down, but it was definitely not a pain in my waist.

Having a child, both of them are in their forties, is a bit of a stretch.

Especially for women of this age, giving birth is so dangerous.

Yu Zecheng wanted to persuade her to give up the idea.

But when he thought about his wife's ferocious behavior, even someone like him who had been in dangerous situations could not resist.

Speaking of Yang Xiaotao, doesn’t he understand how abnormal that guy’s body is?
If you are looking for someone to compare with, you have to find someone reliable.

Compared to this pervert, he doesn't even want to live.

Yu Zecheng felt that it was necessary to ask the Taoist priest to change the formula of the medicinal wine, or at least improve its efficacy.

At least let him hold on a little longer.

"When did it happen?"

Cuiping also knew that it was a bit off topic to talk about this at this time, so she started asking.

"Well, about half a month ago."

"And you were lying in the hospital? You didn't let me know until today, right?"

There was some resentment in his voice.

"Yu Zecheng, you are becoming more and more capable."

Cui spoke calmly, but her words were filled with sadness, fear and terror.

"Well, I was injured at the time and I didn't even know where I was."

Yu Zecheng said with his head down.

For people like them, who live on the edge of danger all year round, getting injured is commonplace. He even wonders if he will suddenly die one day.

If so, what will happen to his family?
Will Cuiping be sad?
We have been married for so many years, going through all the ups and downs, but I haven't been with her until old age.

And there is little Shitou. We haven’t seen him grow up, get married and have children.

And those brothers, comrades, and friends
He would wonder what he would think when he really left.

Just like this time, when a bullet suddenly appeared in the darkness, if Xiao Liu hadn't pushed him, it would not have hit his shoulder, but his heart.

Only after this happened did he realize that when that moment came, all he felt was pain.

It hurts so much that I don’t want to think about anything.

The pain is so severe that you either die or you don’t know anything.

When all this is over, I lie on the bed, open my eyes, look at the sun, turn my head, and the sheets
He realized how good it was to be alive.

"Then you woke up in the hospital. I thought, I have to get better before I can scare you. Otherwise, what will I do if I can't scare you?"

"As soon as I feel better, I'll be back."

As Yu Zecheng continued speaking, Cuiping turned around, snorted coldly, and lowered her head to wipe her eyes.

It took Cuiping a long time to calm down. She knew that if she persuaded him to give up the job now, perhaps for the sake of his family, there was a high chance that Yu Zecheng would agree.

But she knows her man. To him, this is not just a job, but a career and even a belief.

"It's better not to tell me anything. Just let him die and that's it. I'll take the stone and remarry so I don't have to worry about you."

Yu Zecheng felt relieved after hearing this. Sure enough, this was the familiar taste.

Knife mouth tofu heart.

And he is like the loach that drills into the tofu, provoking this soft heart.

"I'll go back after two days of being discharged from the hospital. This hospital smells so pungent, the air smells like disinfectant, it makes me uncomfortable."

"Well, I don't want to lie here anymore."