Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 162 I Have a Senior

"Bashan Chushui is desolate! Baby can you kiss me? But when it rains at night in Bashan! I don't know when it will rain, and we don't know when we will return to our hometown!"

In the suspended cave, a young man with a beard looked at the rain outside the cave and muttered to himself.

The rainwater fell from the mountain wall, formed a line, slammed into the ground, and then flowed downward along the path he had carved out.

"You are a poem?"

Behind him, the companion who was with him sent an inquiry. After the question, the companion stabbed the fire in front of him with the wooden stick in his hand.

The fire ignited, adding a little temperature to the cave.

Grabbed the iron pot from the bag next to it, filled it with water and put it on the fire, and the companion continued to ask: "There is a song called Ye Yu Ji Bei, and there is another song?"

The young man didn't turn his head back, but continued to say sadly: "Rewarding Lotte Yangzhou to see the gift at the first meeting! Liu Yuxi wrote to Bai Juyi, saying that he was going to be an official in Bashan, where the mountains and rivers are poor!"

After poking the firewood, the companion continued, "You didn't come here to be an official!"

"But I can't forget what the station master said!" The young man turned his head angrily, looked at his companion and said loudly, "I still remember the station master's expression at that time!"

As he spoke, a warm smile bloomed on the young man's face, like a spring breeze.

"Xiao Li! We have an important task! You are a young man in the station! You have energy! I think you can handle this task!"

"Give the task to those old guys, I don't worry!"

"Then, I was sent here!"

Xiao Li is crazy!
But all he could do was impotently rage.

The companion shook his head helplessly. The station master was right. Those old men and women in the station were the only two coolies who could do the job.

"Okay! Come to instant noodles and have breakfast! Prepare to record today's data!"

Hearing the food, Xiao Li immediately regained his spirits.

He swooped over, grabbed the instant noodle bag on the side and opened it, there was no seasoning packet inside!

After drinking the last bit of soup in the box, the two started their morning work.

"Bashan, Observation Point No. 20 No. 24! Yesterday's 100-hour rainfall was [-] millimeters, from early morning to now..."

The companion raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was ten fifty in the morning.

Going out to work is better than working in a weather station. At least you can sleep until you wake up naturally. You don't have to worry about being woken up in the middle of the night and then dragged out to have a cannon.

"A total of 110 hours, the rainfall has reached [-] millimeters! There is still a tendency to continue to increase."

"There are no signs of landslides in the mountains around the observation point! Further observations need to wait for the rain to stop, and then use drones for aerial surveys!"

"Also, when you receive the news, remember to ask them to bring in two sets of clothes, it's too cold in here!"

After sorting out the data and reports, and sending them out via satellite, the two of them just sat at the entrance of the cave, quietly watching the rain fall.

"Brother Wang, why did you choose to major in Meteorology?"

"When I was young, my family watched other people grow vegetables in greenhouses to make money, and my dad followed suit."

A breeze blew from the mountains, and the chill made Brother Wang hug his legs tightly.

"He borrowed money and built a greenhouse. In May and June, he saw that the vegetables were about to start selling."

"Suddenly one day, there was a hailstorm, and everything was gone."

"That day, the people in the town who had been guarding the weather station went to drink together!"

"Without human interference, the surrounding towns are all over!"

"And then once he gets sick, there will be no future!"

"Later, I applied for a major in meteorology."

"What about you?" After telling his own story, Brother Wang turned to look at the young man beside him.

In recent years, many ambitious young people have joined the meteorological industry, bringing a new atmosphere to this profession.

However, the child in front of him was not.

"I major in geology, and I simply don't want to go because I have a senior who came back from a seven-month business trip."

"My wife has a six-month-old belly and cooks for him with a happy face!"

Hearing this reason, Brother Wang was silent.

……

In the Central Plains, the harvest has been going on for two days.

The weather was fine, the wheat had no problems and the harvesters went down without getting bogged down.

Very comfortable.

Mo Wen was standing on the side of the road with a live broadcast mobile phone in his hand, and the camera was aimed at the spider robot running madly in front of him.

The spider robot replaced with the harvesting module is wrestling with the harvester.

"Okay! Now we can see! The robot team is temporarily ahead! But the lead is only temporary! Because it is about to unload the cargo!"

"Okay! The diesel tractor came in to unload! The spider robot stopped temporarily!"

"Mechanicals are advancing by leaps and bounds! With large cargo boxes! The combine is now leading!"

"50 seconds! Our spider robot only took 50 seconds to transport the wheat in the cargo box! It caught up again!"

"The tractor pulled the wheat away! He didn't take the big road, but was going to challenge the slope!"

"We know! The tractor is very adaptable! But it is still difficult for him to climb this slope with a car that has no tire tread!"

"Climbing!"

"Stuck! Beautiful!"

Not too high a gentle slope.

Because of the water left on the road and the people going up and down, the place has been polished to a smooth and smooth surface.

Old tractor tires spin feebly here.

After trying a few more times, not only did the tractor not climb up, but the tractor didn't even spit out smoke.

Stop cooking completely.

The uncle who was driving jumped off the tractor and studied for a while.

After making gestures with both hands, he turned and walked towards the pickup truck parked by the side of the road.

"The boss is going to drive his pickup truck! Is it going to use the pickup truck to pull the tractor up? Let's wait and see!"

The cheerful voice fell, and the people in the live broadcast room began to bet.

——"A piece of spicy strips is definitely the gourd baby to save grandpa!"

——"One egg, grandpa save the gourd baby!"

——"This strange competitive spirit, why doesn't he take the side road?"

—— "I don't know! A man's happiness is very simple, probably because he has seen so many cameras and is ready to show off!"

——"What if something goes wrong?"

——"Then be pointed out by the intelligence organization of the whole village!"

The pickup truck came slowly.

Put on the rope, and a man got on the tractor.

The truck pulls in front and the tractor runs behind.

The first time, there is no pull.

The two came down to study it, and then found a hoe to repair the gentle slope.

The tractor started, and under the drag of the small train, he climbed up directly.

After taking off the rope, the uncle climbed into his tractor again, started in fifth gear, and drove happily all the way towards home.

The weather is fine, take advantage of the time to dry the wheat, and you will get this batch of wheat!

"Alas--"

The onlookers were disappointed when they didn't see the plot they wanted to see.

With the camera back, Mo Wen continued to photograph the wheat field in front of him.

Golden golden.

At this time, the film crew on the other side also walked into the camera.

"Hello, babies! I'm standing on a wheat field in the Central Plains right now!"

(End of this chapter)