Craftsman: I continue to learn for the sake of the saints

Chapter 60 On the Fields of Hope...a Harvest

"Brother Luo, I... can I ask for three days off? The rice is ripe at home."

In the evening, Qin Luo suddenly received a message from Li Congcong.

What's the matter with the child now, he basically sends a text message to himself, which saves trouble.

"can."

Naturally, there is no reason to refuse this kind of leave, and Qin Luo of course agreed.

No matter what job you do or how much money you make a month, anyone who lives in the village and during the busy farming season will regard the golden land as a treasure in their hearts.

Regardless of how much it can be sold for, mature crops are the lifeblood of farmers.

This is engraved in the bones, thousands of years of genetic memory.

"Thank you, Brother Luo. I... can I apply for a time off... I won't rest on weekends, so I can make up for these three days off? (shy) (shy) (shy)"

After a few seconds, Li Congcong replied with a cautious look, which made Qin Luo dumbfounded.

"Well, yes, it's okay, I won't deduct your salary."

Qin Luo replied with a smile.

When I recruited him, he was talking about weekends and weekends.

However, most of the time, he would take the initiative to come over on weekends. The distance between the two villages is not far, just a blink of an eye.

If the daily wages were really counted, he would have to earn a hundred dollars or tens of dollars a day. For Li Congcong, he was naturally very distressed.

"Thank you... Thank you Luoge."

"(be careful)"

He replied happily.

Qin Luo couldn't help laughing.

After finishing the chat, I went downstairs to find my grandfather and uncle.

"Master, is our rice ripe?"

Qin Luo is really not very clear about these.

After all, although he was born and raised in the village and participated in busy farming when he was a child, when he grew up, there were almost none.

Even when I was half a child, when my parents were still there, I had already started puberty, and when I was strong, my parents didn't let me do any work.

"It's only been two days, don't worry about it, ah, you are busy with your work."

Grandpa said while smoking a Chinese cigarette.

I have smoked the last butt of the cigarette, and the sparks burned my hand as soon as I saw it, but I still have to take the last half of the sip, and then directly extinguish it with my old hands full of calluses.

This is the cigarette that Sister Cha respected him.

The uncle said beside him: "Xiao Luo, you really don't need to worry about the work in the field, and there is not much. I will call a few people and finish it in two days."

Now that Lao Qin's family is "big and big" in the village, is that a thing?
In the past, even if Qin Luo didn't come back, it didn't matter.

Qin Luo smiled, and didn't argue with them right now, let's talk about it when it's received.

……

Two days later.

The morning is sunny and breezy.

In the afternoon, such fine weather was inherited.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Luo was broadcasting live when he suddenly heard the sound of a tricycle outside and a dog barking.

Glancing down from the window, I saw grandpa and uncle preparing to set off, probably to harvest rice.

Uh.

Qin Luo was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly came to his senses, why didn't he go in the morning?
I vaguely remember, it seems... It is best to wait until the dew has dried up, and it is best to harvest in the afternoon or evening.

Of course, maybe every family has its own habits.

"Well... that's the end of today's live broadcast. I have to harvest the rice. There are only grandpa and uncle at home. I'm afraid they will be too busy."

Qin Luo hurriedly asked for a vacation with the water friends in the live broadcast room, then turned off the live broadcast, got up and went downstairs.

After thinking about it, I changed my clothes and trousers to the older ones.

"Are you going?"

Looking at Sister Cha, Qin Luo asked with a smile.

"Go, hum, let's go to the paddy field to wade in the waves."

"Hey, taking pictures in the harvest field, the golden ears of rice, will the result be good?"

"Brother Sen, follow along, and take two pictures for me later."

She can call people.

CCTV's photographers must have top-notch photography skills.

Wang Sen didn't dare to refuse the "hostess" at home. Besides, he imagined the scene, and suddenly thought it was pretty good, so he asked the photographer and assistant to take the drone and go over to have a look together.

The field, whether it is film and television or literary works, is one of the eternal themes.

The field at home is at the foot of the mountain, not too far from the village.

Several people followed the tricycle and walked all the way.

Wang Sen's female assistant, holding a mobile phone, suddenly played a song that fit the occasion, and happily let others listen to it, and she hummed along.

Gentle and lyrical female voice, the melody of the music reverberates.

The fields of my hometown, the fragrance of rice flowers

On the ridge, my mother smiled
hold my hand, heart warm

I saw again in my dream that the rice was ripe
On the way home, the wind is still so light

My ears rang again, my mother's exhortation

The seeds of dreams take root in my heart
Seedlings grow into big trees, shade for me

Mom, the rice is ripe

Starlight is full of memories
I can't finish talking, it's warm in my heart

Mom, the rice is ripe

no more separation
Like a seed, returning to the bosom of the earth

……

this song...

This song is like a nursery rhyme, but the melody is really nice.

Qin Luo took it over and took a look, feeling inexplicably touched for a moment.

The single cycled the entire way.

Wait until out of the village.

The narrow path is not easy for harvesters to get in.

In the fields beside the road, most of the villagers bowed their heads to harvest.

The golden ears of rice, piece by piece, stretched into the distance along the road and the small river.

By the small river, two big oxen were dimly illuminated by the golden sunlight.

In the paddy field, there are occasional rice flower fish, and there are also two old hens who don't know who ran out, cooing.

Wait until you reach your own field.

Grandpa and uncle, as well as a few helpers, have already started to work.

Qin Luo went down to help, but was a little embarrassed to find that he couldn't intervene at all.

You can't stand on the ridge and shout for cheer, right?
Qin Luo thought with a bit of dumbfounding.

One sentence suddenly blurted out: "Master, eat pork fat with rice tonight..."

It seems that every time I used to harvest rice, I would eat this at night. Thinking of it, my mouth is watering.

Grandpa stood up and grinned over his shoulder.

"Go back and do it..."

"I can't help you here, ah... go..."

Anyway, he just felt that Qin Luo couldn't do this job, nor should he do it.

Qin Luo took a deep breath...

The mouth and nose are full of mature fragrance, the taste deep in memory.

My mind seemed to be suddenly electrified, with wonderful throbbing and infinite inspiration, like the lively sunshine behind the curtains, scrambling to illuminate the fog in my mind, bringing an extremely strong creative impulse.

"Brother Wang, bring the drone!"

"Come up the hill with me!"

Qin Luo suddenly said, and immediately walked up the mountain quickly, as if he felt that he was not walking fast enough, he even started to trot.

Wang Sen and the others didn't know what was going on, so they hurriedly followed.

He seemed to realize something.

"Photographer!"

"shoot!"

"Quick! Start shooting now!"

"The camera is aimed at Qin Luo!"

He shouted anxiously, and then ran behind Qin Luo.

He ran all the way out of breath.

A full half an hour...

I ran all the way to the half-hill slope, a high ground with a wide view.

Qin Luo looked down...

Lush and lush woods.

Paddy fields criss-cross.

People who are harvesting.

The village at the end of the line of sight.

Further to the factory in the distance.

And the red flag flying in the village committee...

This scene... made his scalp tingle, and goosebumps popped out all over his body.

Got it!

That's it!
The inspiration that has been in my mind for a long time is like a shy girl who has always been secretive and reserved. The goddess of art is constantly tempting me, but she still refuses to reveal her true face. Now, she finally took off her clothes completely, completely revealed in front of his eyes.

Qin Luo sat down on the ground, opened his arms, and fell down again.

Looking at the blue sky and the glare of the sun, Qin Luo couldn't help showing a joyful smile of a good harvest.

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(End of this chapter)