reborn to run

Chapter 101

On the sixth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar, it is the annual Yushui Market. Guixiang has no pants to sell this year, so she just went to watch the excitement.The Horse Hammer peddlers were better at talking about each other, Gui Xiang bought her father a small hammer for hitting the back, and helped Li Hongying buy a piece of calico, thinking that there were not many farm tools at home, she bought another and threw it back.

At the beginning of the busy May, the cicadas on the elm tree at the door made everyone's head hurt, and the field was almost full of smoke.The pig sickle cut it one by one, and the rows of wheat fell down one by one.The work in this field is more vigorous than a group of iron girls.

After harvesting the wheat, they put the wheat head-to-head against the road, first to let them bask in the sun, and second, the wheat was pressed down by people and cars, and it fell naturally.

Shan Fuman hung a dirty wet towel around his neck, waiting for the sweat to fall from his forehead before wiping it off.Fortunately, the weather is still a little windy, so it won't be too stuffy.

The captain of the first team proposed to work hard for four days, threshing all the remaining wheat and packing it into bags. This was the fastest time since collective production. Everyone even discussed with the team and stayed up late to threat the wheat.

The people who come and go on the wheat field are all people, some are laying on the field, and some are beating once and for all, the bamboo strips knock on the crunchy
On the soil field, there was a crackling sound, like small firecrackers for the New Year.

There are no children in the busy farming season. Those children who can walk are called by the elders to get the snakeskin bags, and some help the master to carry the bags. Dustpan after dustpan of wheat is poured in steadily, and the men carry them on their backs. The whole bag of wheat got on the cart.

As soon as Guixiang finished school, she prepared meals and sent them to the field. Of course, she also prepared a big pot full of tea water. The fire in the field was too high, and the tea water was just to relieve the fire.

Shan Fuman poured half a pot of water before he took a breath: "It's really different, Guixiang, from now on, no one in our Shuitang village will be hungry!" His face was so tanned by the sun But he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Father, you eat first." This day is going to change a lot!

Li Hongying was most afraid of this season of harvesting wheat, the wheat awns would sting and itch on her neck, but luckily Guixiang had already boiled a large pot of hot water for them, so they could take a bath as soon as they got home.

Guiping is also busy these two days. The school exams are one after another. This year is the first year when the college entrance examination is resumed. All the teachers in Yushui seem to have changed their blood.

At first, he planned to ask for leave to go home to help, but Guixiang brought him a letter in advance, telling him not to go back and study at ease.

After this wheat is rapeseed, rapeseed is far more difficult to handle than wheat. The stalks are thick and hard. If they are green, they may not be ripe, and if they are old, they may be fried in the ground.The felled rapeseed is too heavy, and the pole is also fluffy, and it does not move to the wheat field like wheat.

The children followed their parents to put the oilcloth on the ground. Sometimes they were afraid that the wind would roll up the oilcloth, so they simply found a few children to sit on the corners of the oilcloth.

Three or five people stood in the center of the oilcloth, waiting for the rapeseed from the other three or five people, and the black and purple rapeseed fell onto the pitch-black oilcloth with a "crash".

Many children like to play in the cold rapeseed, and some even bury themselves in the pile of rapeseed, letting their sweaty little feet stick to a small layer of rapeseed, which is a bit small. Insects are not afraid. This season is happy for children, but it is hard for farmers.

The rapeseed poles that have been laid are bundled and transported to the field ridges. These poles are enough to burn the entire Shuitang Village for more than two months.

After finishing the last bundle of rapeseed, Li Hongying was almost exhausted. Fortunately, this season is finally coming to an end.

The rapeseed and wheat in the production team were weighed one by one and accounted for. Yao Xianping was so excited that he burst into tears. This is the first time he has seen this kind of fast-paced production. From now on, they will each plant their own land. busier.

Guixiang took a big watermelon home and hung it in the bucket of water hanging, and then lifted the watermelon up to kill after she came out of the bath, and then went into the house and handed the banana fan to her father.

"It seems that we will do it alone in the future." Even so, Shan Fuman is looking forward to the future.

Li Hongying patted her chest and said: "What are you afraid of? It's useless for us to sacrifice our lives to the team. When we have land, be ruthless, and we will take everything we own."

This year's busy farming season is longer than in previous years. The wheat has only been harvested here, and the cattle have gone to the fields to plow the fields, dry the fields, and irrigate. The clear water flows into the dark land along the ditches dug earlier. Pieces of ground became sparkling in an instant.

The green and green seedlings were pulled out by the women from the field where they were planted in their own homes, bundled up and put in throwing baskets.The men picked up the seedlings and drove them into the field, throwing three or five bundles into the field vigorously.

(End of this chapter)