Chapter 40 40. She is on the same level as Xiaoman
In a blink of an eye, it was time to harvest wheat. All the old and young people in Linjiagou and Huandong Town started harvesting wheat in full swing.

Yue Jiuyue's family was also busy in the wheat field, even the sick Lin Chaobei was no exception, and Xiaoman followed behind to pick ears of wheat.

Yue Jiuyue hasn't cut wheat for a long time. After high school, except for weeding in the fields during summer vacation, she has nothing to do at other times. Even the end of the college entrance examination is just after harvesting the wheat.

When harvesting wheat, you have to bend over, grab a handful of wheat stalks with your left hand, and pull the sickle to the back of the wheat soil at a little bit above the soil. With a swish, a handful of wheat is cut off.

The wheat is thrown into a pile, and the people behind take a handful of wheat, divide them into two small handfuls, tie a knot at the position of the ears of wheat, then bundle the wheat into a bundle, and then transport the wheat to the wheat threshing field with a wooden cart or a pole to dry.

After that came the work of threshing wheat.

Now, everyone is still busy cutting the wheat in the field. In Yue Jiuyue's family, except for Xiaoman, everyone has a sickle, bends down to cut the wheat, and is very fast.

Yue Jiuyue: ...

Bullying her is an old lady, so it's not easy to work, right?

Seeing the three sons swishing away from her wielding sickles, even Liu Shi, who was in charge of tying the wheat, followed closely behind the three of them, leaving her alone to mow with hands and feet. Touching the wheat, Yue Jiuyue's old face was burning hot.

It's not just from the sun, the reason why she didn't say that she blushed is because the skin on her face has long been so dark that no other colors can be seen.

For lunch, Mrs. Liu made it back home and brought it over to eat on the ground. Everyone in the village is like this. When rushing to harvest, they wish they could live in the field 24 hours a day, so that they can get the food home in time.

After dinner, Mrs. Liu coaxed Xiaoman to sleep, put her on a burlap sack under the shade of a tree, and joined the army of snatchers again, with such agility, it was as if she was made of iron, as if she didn't know Tired, watching Yue Jiuyue was amazed.

It's good to be young!She really wants to be ten years younger!
"Mother, if you get flustered (tired), just sit in the shade and rest for a while. Our family only has six acres of wheat, and it will be cut soon."

Lin Chaodong had already cut a crop of wheat after eating, and he was cutting head-to-head with Yue Jiuyue at the moment. When he looked up, he saw his old mother beating her old waist, and immediately reminded him.

"Oh! No need! Don't panic (tired or not) I don't know it myself, so hurry up and eat your wheat!"

Yue Jiuyue didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes anymore. This Lin Chaodong, is she putting her on the same level as Xiaoman?I look down on her too much!
Back then, she was also a small wheat harvester. She and her two cousins ​​were fooled by the second uncle, who cut the wheat faster than the second uncle, and the happy second uncle couldn't see the teeth.

Unexpectedly, in just 12 years, not to mention 12 years old, she couldn't even keep up with cutting a wheat, and she was put into the class of a two-year-old child.

Uncle can endure, aunt can't bear it!

Yue Jiuyue thumped his sore waist twice, wiped the sweat off his face, bent down again, and cut.

Swipe, swipe, swipe...

From the time when the sky was just dawn, when the sun was up and the sky was in full bloom, and then when the sun was setting, the family was in the dark again, and picked the bundled wheat to the threshing field that they packed up on the west side of their house, and someone had to sleep. Looking at the wheat on the threshing floor, the day is not over.

 Happy New Years Eve~

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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