dream village

Zhang Tao's words made Fatty feel more comfortable, so he learned how to get out of the warehouse with Zhang Tao at ease.

Zhang Tao dragged a handful of threshed rice grains and laid them flat on both sides of the engine room, then put the baskets on the rice grains, and moved the baskets with his hands to see if they were leveled.Afterwards, he took the bamboo pan and put his head down to fill the grain in the warehouse.

He especially emphasized: "Those that are mixed in the grain fall from the hands of the threshers, and the rice that has not been threshed must be caught. If there are many grains, they will be handed over for them to thresh again. If there are few grains, they will be threshed. Throw it hard a few times before throwing it away." After Zhang Tao finished speaking, he buried his head and loaded grain into the warehouse.

When Mengzi stood on the pedal of the threshing machine, he was really trembling for a while. You see, there are beautiful women waiting beside him, and his feet don't need to stand in the mud field.He was listening to Gao Zi's advice from the side, but only he knew how much he listened to.

Threshing grain with a threshing machine seems to be quite easy, but in fact there are certain skills in it.For example, if you step on the pedal, you can't step on it with all your strength. You have to step on the inertia in the direction of the up and down movement of the pedal, which saves a lot of effort.And when holding the rice stalks to thresh the grain in the engine room, you can't grasp it with all your strength, otherwise your hands will be sore and swollen.The hands trembled when they were sore, and when they trembled, they missed, and the rice grains were sent to the whole warehouse, which caused a lot of trouble for the warehouse owners.

Regarding Gao Zi's special emphasis on these two points, Meng Zi chuckled disapprovingly, and boasted that this was nothing.

As a result, within a few minutes of stepping on the pedal, Meng Zi's movements obviously slowed down, unable to keep up with Gao Zi's rhythm.Often it is Gaozi who is pushing down hard, and Mengzi relaxes again; when Gaozi let go of the pedal to go up, he still presses the pedal and refuses to let it go back!How do you make it go on like this?This Mengzi is not only not helping, but resisting, so that Gao Zi keeps angrily scolding Mengzi for being stupid.

That's not enough, there are worse things.Meng Zi, who was already a little tired, was staggered forward by the rebounding pedal, and his hands loosened accordingly, and a large handful of rice grains came out of his hands.Part of the rice was rolled onto the roller, and the gears were stuck. Naturally, the threshing machine couldn't turn. It made a heavy creaking sound, and then stopped slowly; Zhang Tao, who was clearing the warehouse, shot away head-on and face-to-face, and Zhang Tao screamed in pain from the beating.

"Mengzi, will you fight? You can't even grab a grain of rice!" Zhang Tao shouted out of embarrassment from the machine cabin, angrily.

Mengzi stood there awkwardly, not daring to hum, he was so sweaty, it turned out that this job looked easy but was really hard to do.

Seeing that Mengzi is like this, Zhang Tao can't keep criticizing him, no matter what he does, he has to save some face for Mengzi.He then told the fat man, "Fatty man, I will leave this matter to you, just do as I did just now."

After speaking, he shouted at Gaozi again, "Gaozi, take Ma Ge and Angkor home to deliver rice!"

Zhang Tao solemnly explained to Mengzi some essentials of stepping on the pedals and threshing rice with his hands.Meng Zi made a few mistakes just now, and his attitude became quite sincere, and he took Zhang Tao's words seriously.Then, after the rice grains on the rollers and gears of the threshing machine were cleaned, they started to rotate again.

At this time, Nana was the one who crossed the river for Zhang Tao.Nana was happy, and the crossing was very vigorous, but Xueer naturally felt a little disappointed.

Ten minutes later, the panting Mengzi was replaced and Fatty entered.

Fatty learned the lesson from Mengzi, and he played decently when he first started, much better than Mengzi.He even felt complacent, thinking that this matter is nothing to worry about, but after dozens of hands of rice, he felt exhausted.The grains rolled up by the rolling heart smashed the bare face and arms with burning pain.The dust drilled straight into the nose and mouth, making it difficult to breathe, and the throat was burned and smoked.

Zhang Tao said patiently: "It's actually not that hard. The main reason is that your skills are still not in place. Once you get used to it and become familiar with it, it will be much easier."

Fatty also played for ten minutes, and Mengzi continued.The threshing machine also continued to drag forward, chasing after the butcher.

Later, Gun Lao, Ni Qian, and Mao Mao all took turns to fight for a while.However, most of them could only play for more than ten minutes before they couldn't take it anymore. Only Zhang Tao never stopped the movements of his hands and feet. He seemed to be a machine that never tires.This made everyone admire Zhang Tao even more, especially Nana and Xueer.

Originally, Zhang Tao's father, Renlong, did a better job of threshing, but if he was drawn up, the overall speed of threshing would slow down, which might affect Wuhe.So these rookies can only take turns to rest and take turns to play.However, this is also good, not only mobilized everyone's enthusiasm, but also made everyone feel less tired.

Xue'er, who was crossing the river, had mud splashed in her eyes, she retreated to the bank to rest, and the old stick was pulled up to replace her.

After a while, Zhang Tao saw that Nana was so tired that she couldn't stand still, so she called Niach to Duhe.

After a while, Xueer and Nana felt that others were busy all the time, and it was embarrassing for them to rest like this, so they went down to the field to ask for a fight.

Seeing the tired look of the two of them, Zhang Tao felt pity and pity for the jade.He smiled and asked, "Do you know the song "The Little Girl Gleaning Rice Ears"?"

"I know." They replied hurriedly.

Xueer, a music major, snorted softly, "The little girl picking up rice ears, walking barefoot on the field ridge, with a wild chrysanthemum on her head..."

Zhang Tao immediately said happily: "What about you? I'll be the little girl who picks up the ears of rice. After picking up all the ears of rice, if you feel that you still have strength, you can come to Duduhe or kill the rice again."

Of course Xueer and Nana knew that it was Zhang Tao who cared about them. In addition, the crossing was really hard. The main reason was that the hair made their bodies itchy to death, and they were too embarrassed to scratch those key parts in public.So they didn't say much, and looked at Zhang Tao gratefully, and went to pick up rice ears.

"Xiao Zhang, why does your family still use this old-fashioned threshing machine?" A voice rang in Zhang Tao's ear.

Zhang Tao, who was sweating profusely and concentrated on threshing, looked sideways, and it turned out that it was Ma Tian.He greeted enthusiastically, "Old Ma, when did you come here?"

"I've been here for a while, and I chatted with your dad again. Seeing that you were busy, I didn't come over to say hello."

After a pause, Martin said again: "Why don't you install a motor on the threshing machine? It seems quite simple, and it doesn't cost much."