Era: Winning since educated youth went to the countryside

The next morning, just as the sky was turning pale, the members of Dabazi Village gathered at the threshing ground early like a tide.

Everyone's face was filled with anticipation and enthusiasm, and they were talking to each other in low voices. The entire threshing ground was filled with a warm and tense atmosphere.

The captain stood tall on the platform, holding the iron trumpet tightly in his hand, like a general about to command a battle.

He cleared his throat, then raised the trumpet to his lips and spoke in a loud and passionate voice:

"Dear members! Today, we will officially start the autumn harvest battle! This is a major event for our entire village. It is the time for us to water our hopes with sweat and harvest happiness with hard work!"

"Look at our village. Thanks to everyone's joint efforts, it has undergone tremendous changes in the past year."

"The piglets in the pig farm are growing fat and strong, the chicken farm has a steady supply of eggs, and the mushroom group, silkworm group and other production groups have also achieved remarkable results. All of this is the result of our united efforts!"

The captain looked at everyone in the audience with a determined gaze, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride.

"But now, the crucial battle of autumn harvest is waiting for us. Food is our lifeline and the guarantee of our stable life."

"Every plump ear of grain and every heavy stalk of sorghum represents our hard work and hope. Let us use our past achievements as motivation to move forward and devote ourselves to the autumn harvest with all our strength!"

The captain's voice echoed over the threshing ground, as if there was an invisible force inspiring every villager.

"Young and strong men, use your strength and forge ahead in carrying grain and operating machinery. Female comrades, use your care and patience to do the post-harvest sorting work. Old people, you are experienced, so you can be responsible for guiding and supervising on the side. Let us work together, divide the work and cooperate, and move towards the goal of a good harvest!" The team leader waved his arms to cheer everyone up.

The members in the audience listened to the captain's passionate words, their blood boiling and their eyes flashing with determination.

They are ready to go and can't wait to start the autumn harvest.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Captain, we are ready! We must complete the autumn harvest mission!"

This shout instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm, and more people responded, with shouts rising one after another.

Following the captain's order, the members rushed to their respective posts like arrows from a bow.

In the fields, golden wheat waves sway in the wind, as if waving to people.

The first sickle fell on the sorghum field, and the "crackling" sound of harvesting instantly filled the air, like a passionate symphony of labor.

The men wielded sickles with skilled and powerful movements. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, but it did not slow down their speed at all. The women followed closely behind them, arranging the cut sorghum neatly and tying it up with nimble hands and feet.

The children were not idle either. They ran around the fields, handing water and tools to the adults. Their little figures shuttled through the fields, adding a touch of lively color to the autumn harvest.

In the cornfield on the other side, people were also working hard.

The thick corn stalks fell in people's hands, and the yellow corn cobs were broken off one by one, filling the baskets.

The young men who were carrying grain shouted slogans and worked together to lift the heavy baskets onto the tractor.

The tractor made a rumbling sound, loaded with the joy of the harvest, as it drove towards the threshing ground.

In the threshing ground, threshers and tractors that had been prepared were ready for action.

As soon as a vehicle loaded with grain arrives, the thresher begins to roar, separating the full grains from the straw.

The members have clear division of labor. Some are responsible for carrying away the straw, some are responsible for spreading out the threshed grain to dry, and some are responsible for using windmills to filter out impurities.

The entire threshing ground was a busy scene. The flying chaff looked like golden snowflakes flying in the air under the sunlight.

In other corners of the village, pig farms and chicken farms are also operating in an orderly manner. Although some staff have been transferred to support the autumn harvest, the remaining staff stick to their posts and carefully take care of livestock and poultry to ensure that breeding work is not affected.

Members of the mushroom group will also come to help in their free time. They will arrange their time reasonably during the autumn harvest to ensure the smooth planting and picking of mushrooms.

During this busy autumn harvest process, the villagers helped and encouraged each other.

If someone accidentally cuts his hand, the person next to him will immediately take out a handkerchief to help bandage it, and also ask with concern whether he needs a rest; if someone is so tired that his back aches, others will take the initiative to take over his tools and let him rest for a while.

Everyone is united in mind and effort, working together towards the goal of a good harvest.

As time went by, the fields were harvested and piles of grain were gradually piled up on the threshing grounds.

As the sun sets, the afterglow dyes the entire Dabazi Village golden. Although the villagers are tired after a day's work, their faces are filled with satisfied and happy smiles.

They know that this is just the beginning of the autumn harvest and there is still more work waiting for them, but they firmly believe that with everyone's joint efforts, this year will surely usher in a bumper harvest.

Back home, the family sat together and shared their experiences on the first day of autumn harvest. Laughter and joy echoed in the village, filled with the strong smell of fireworks and yearning for a better life.

In the following days, the harvesting work continued efficiently.

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But the weather doesn't always seem to cooperate. An occasional light rain forces everyone to temporarily stop their work and quickly cover the drying grain to prevent it from getting damp.

The farm tools also suffered some damage due to intensive use. The craftsmen from the stonemason group arrived in time and quickly repaired the farm tools with their superb skills.

Despite these minor setbacks, the villagers did not become discouraged, but instead became more determined to overcome the difficulties.

In the tense atmosphere of autumn harvest, time flies quickly.

In the blink of an eye, most of the crops had been harvested, with only a few scattered plots still to be finished.

At this time, a new problem was put before everyone, that is, the storage and distribution of food.

The team leader once again convened a meeting of cadres to discuss how to rationally allocate labor. Some people continued to complete the final harvesting work, while others began to prepare plans for grain storage and distribution.

At the same time, we must also take into account the special circumstances of some elderly people and families in difficulty, and ensure that they have enough food to survive the winter after the autumn harvest.

After some discussion, it was decided that a grain storage and distribution team would be formed consisting of female comrades and some experienced elderly people.

They are responsible for classifying and storing food to ensure its quality and safety.

For families in need, the village will take out a portion of the grain harvest for relief, so that every villager can feel the warmth and care of the village.

During the final harvesting stage, the villagers did not relax at all and continued to complete each task carefully and meticulously.

Finally, on a sunny day, the last crop was harvested and the entire autumn harvest work was successfully completed.

Dabazi Village was immersed in a sea of ​​joy, with the sounds of gongs and drums and cheers intertwined to celebrate the hard-earned harvest.

The villagers looked at the mountains of grain, their hearts filled with gratitude and pride.

Be grateful for the gifts of nature and be proud of your own hard work.

The joy of the harvest will also become a powerful driving force for the continued development of Dabazi Village, inspiring everyone to create a better life in the future. (End of this chapter)