Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

After Lin Zizi contributed the wound medicine, he took out a bed sheet, and in the voice of Yu Xiangqin saying "prodigal", together with Wang Xue, he tore it into two-inch wide strips.

They took all the sickles ordered by the educated youths and wrapped them around the handles with strips of cloth.

Yu Xiangqin was so distressed that she shed tears while pestering her, muttering: "This is a crime..."

Lin Nianhe: "Just tell me you don't grind your hands."

Yu Xiangqin held the sickle and felt it for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

Lin Nianhe rolled his eyes at her, and said sincerely, "Sister Xiangqin, if you couldn't speak, you would be much more popular than you are now."

A good person, but unfortunately he has a long mouth.

Yu Xiangqin didn't realize it, and still babbled in distress to herself: "The good bed sheet is torn, and the prodigal is dead... What are you afraid of if you grind some cocoons..."

"Have you all forgotten that slogan? Roll in mud, make a red heart, grind your hands... This is the medal of our struggle!"

"Hey, is there enough cloth? Leave one for that capitalist lady? Don't look at me, I'm afraid she'll use her hand torn as an excuse to avoid working!"

Everyone: "..."

All right, all right, you talk a lot, you have the final say.

That night, some people couldn't sleep all night, and some people fell asleep unconsciously.

The sun rises as usual, it is always punctual, and it will not stay for a moment because of the joys and sorrows of the world.

"Go to work—"

Before starting work, Yu Xiangqin snatched Sun Yafei's scythe and wrapped it in cloth strips cursingly.

Sun Yafei was so scolded that she couldn't even raise her head, so she said in a low voice, "Thank you Lennon."

Yu Xiangqin flicked her hair and left.

Lin Nianhe: "Doing good deeds doesn't make people think about it. Sister Xiangqin's enlightenment is really not comparable to that of ordinary people."

Wang Shumei: "Your mouth is getting worse and worse."

"Lin Nianhe, Wang Shumei! Still chatting after the autumn harvest? What do you two want?"

The captain's familiar roar came.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Wen Lan: "Melon girl."

After the first day of tempering, the new educated youths were silent when they worked again.

Mechanically swinging the sickle and breaking the corn, the brain lost the ability to think.

The darkness before dawn is really hard, no one is in the mood to talk, and even feels that they can't see the dawn at all.

Feng Wei didn't come to work this morning, he went back to the county, packed his and Su Yuncheng's clothes, and brought back rations.

Su Yuncheng said, you can't take advantage of the masses, let alone take advantage of food.

So Feng Wei not only brought food, but also bought eggs and canned meat.

His mother said he lost weight!Need to make up!
Feng Wei jumped off the field ridge, shaking Li Hehua, who was closest to him, to the side. The little girl was frightened and shouted: "There's an earthquake, there's an earthquake!"

The panic was contagious, and the children were so frightened that they ran away holding the corn cobs one by one, crying.

Principal Wu could only coax each of them dumbfounded.

All of a sudden, the people in the corn field fell on their backs.

Feng Wei's nickname was officially changed from Feng Fatty to Feng Zhenzhen.

Such a unique nickname came from a young genius named Lin.

Day by day, the number of corn stalks standing in the cornfield is decreasing day by day.On the door panel of the educated youth spot, Wang Dong used the soil to count the days and draw the orthographic characters. Every extra stroke means that victory is one day closer.

When one tenth of the corn was confiscated, dark clouds rolled over the sky.

The dark clouds are dark and heavy, and it feels oppressive to watch from a distance.

"Is...it's going to rain?" Panting heavily, Lin Nianhe looked at the sky helplessly, and asked, "Can I rest then?"

Wen Ruanruan's eyes also lit up: "Yes, you can't work in the rain."

Facts have proved that they really think too much.

"Quick! Be quick!"

"It's going to rain, collect the ones on the ground first! Take the rest and break them off directly!"

"Don't stop!"

Li Dahe shouted from the ground to the end with a loudspeaker.

The bean-sized raindrops fell, instantly dispelling the heat and causing even greater trouble.

With such heavy rain, it will not take long for the tractor to sink into the mud, and the bullock cart will not be used. All corn transportation has to be carried by manpower.The rain will block the line of sight again, and the mud will make it even more difficult for people to walk, and the physical strength will be exhausted faster.

Lin Nianhe carried the basket on his back, and while breaking the corn, he said loudly to Niuwa who was following her: "Niuwa, tell the students to go home, change the wet clothes, drink some hot water, and don't run out!"

Niu Wa wiped the rain from her face and asked her, "What about you?"

"I'm fine," Lin Nianhe turned his head and smiled at him, "Niuwa, I have a task for you - take the principal back and don't let her come out."

Niuwa nodded earnestly with a sullen face: "Okay!"

Lin Nianhe wiped his face, stopped talking to him, and turned around to break the corn.

After bending for many days, I straightened up, but I felt a little uncomfortable.

Harvesting corn in this way is really slow. If you break off a corn stalk, you have to step on it. You have to use strength with your hands and feet. If you don’t pay attention, your feet will slip.

Lin Nianhe stumbled forward.The weight of the back basket continued to increase, and her speed became slower and slower.

"Nianhe, give it to me."

Su Yuncheng didn't know when he came to Lin Nianhe's side, reached out to take her basket, and poured all the corn from her basket into his own.

Lin Nianhe smiled when he saw him.

She asked: "Brother Yun Cheng, when will the rain stop?"

"I don't know," Su Yuncheng shook his head, "We can't wait anyway, or the crops will rot in the ground."

Lin Nianhe frowned and looked at the remaining corn, gritted his teeth and accelerated the speed of breaking the corn.

As soon as she broke off two of them, her arms were grabbed.

"Why are you still here? Go back quickly!"

Lin Nianhe turned his head in a daze, and met Li Dahe's eyes.

"Uncle Captain, I'm fine, I can do it." Lin Nianhe broke away from Li Dahe's hand as he spoke.

When it first rained, Su Yuncheng asked her to go back, but she refused.

She thinks she can do it.

Li Dahe grabbed her again, dragged her out: "What are you talking about? With your small body, if you let the rain pour for a while, you will have to go to the clinic again? If something happens to you, I will How do you explain to your parents?"

While talking, he passed another girl from the village, and stretched out his hand to grab her too: "Zhang Xiaocui, get the hell out of here too, you're showing off, aren't you?"

"Those female educated youths, go back to the dormitory for me too!"

"And that Sun Yafei...what the hell, you're not an educated youth? I still have to call everyone by name, don't you?"

"Don't be stubborn with me, don't get in the way here, get out!"

Li Dahe is like an old hen protecting the calf. When the wind and rain come, he drives all the chickens that he thinks are in poor health back to their nests.

But he braved the wind and rain, carrying a pole, and delivered corn to the warehouse one after another.

Uncle Guan was in the warehouse, and accountant Zhao was also brought in. The two of them were busy spreading plastic sheets on the ground and spreading out the corn cobs that had been wet by the rain to dry.

"What's wrong with this? I said earlier that this year is going to be good, but it still rained." Uncle Guan frowned, his face full of worry.

Accountant Zhao clutched his knees, his lips turned white from the pain.His legs hurt unbearably when it rained, not much different from when they were broken.

He suppressed the pain and comforted him: "We harvested quickly, and what we harvested now is the same as last year's harvest... If we snatch it back, it will all be extra."

Uncle Guan looked at the turbulent dark clouds, and muttered with a sad face: "Longkou snatches food, if you can snatch a little bit, it's a little bit."