Scholars in the courtyard

"Grandpa, Uncle Dazhuang."

Yang Xiaotao came down and pointed at the thresher, "This is the thresher, which can be used to thresh wheat."

Grandpa Yang and his men immediately surrounded it, touching and knocking it from time to time, their faces full of curiosity.

It was hard for them to believe that such a machine could replace a hundred people?

Taking advantage of this time, Yang Xiaotao asked people to move the things brought back from the bucket back, and then began to prepare for work.

Under Yang Xiaotao's guidance, the thresher was soon lifted to the center of the threshing ground, and then the tractor was in place. Yang Xiaotao fixed the belt and looked at the fuel tank and water tank. After everything was ready, Yang Xiaotao stood in front of the thresher.

Not far away, the villagers had already made preparations. Yang Dazhuang stood opposite Yang Xiaotao, and Grandpa Yang led people to collect the wheat straw, and the rest of the people performed their duties.

"Let's get started, let's get started."

Yang Shitou shouted, and shook the tractor with his arms, and then the thresher started.

A buzzing sound came, and Yang Xiaotao immediately added the prepared wheat into the machine, followed by a tearing sound.

After a while, yellow wheat grains flowed out of the grain outlet below. The middle-aged woman holding the winnowing basket stretched out her hand to pull the wheat, feeling the temperature of the wheat, picked up a grain and threw it into her mouth, bit it, feeling the hardness of the wheat grain, and laughed and talked to the people around her.

The people around her couldn't hear what she said, but she knew from her expression that she was very happy.

When the winnowing basket was full, the woman took it up, and the person behind her took it immediately. The woman took the winnowing basket and brought the wheat to the drying place in the threshing field, and then poured the wheat on the ground.

A group of old people spread out with tools, and before the woman left, the person behind her immediately ran over and dumped the winnowing basket.

The woman was stunned, looked at the busy flow of people, and hurried to line up at the back.

For a while, the people around were too busy to handle it, and the scene was even more lively.

In the afternoon, there was no sound of machines on the threshing field in Yangjia Village.

But there were people everywhere.

Some people put the dried wheat into bags and prepared to hand it over to the grain station.

Some people were still piling up the wheat, which needed to cool overnight before being packed.

More people were resting on the side.

For most of the day, everyone was chasing each other.

Especially the women who carried the winnowing baskets to transport the wheat, they were so tired that they couldn't straighten their backs.

In the end, if the men in the village hadn't come forward to help and take turns, it is estimated that no one would cook dinner tonight.

Yang Xiaotao was repairing the thresher at this time and oiling the machine by the way.

The machine has been running all day, and wear and tear are inevitable.

Yang Dazhuang and others watched from the side, with stars in their eyes.

"This thing is really amazing."

"It's only been a short time, and it's already done so much. It's really fast."

Yang Dazhuang sighed. Uncle Jiu, who was keeping accounts next to him, went to the side and tapped the machine, "That's right. If we do the rest ourselves, it will take at least a week to pack it into bags."

"Uncle Jiu, have you calculated how many pounds?"

Someone asked. Uncle Jiu stuffed the notebook into his waist and glanced at the man, "So fast, do you think you have time to weigh it?"

The people around were a little disappointed and wanted to know how many pounds it had been threshed.

But Uncle Jiu stroked his beard, "I estimate that it's at least 20,000 pounds."

"Really?"

"About that."

The people around cheered immediately after hearing this. In the past, if we threshed so much grain, it would still be fast in a week. If the weather was bad, it would have to be delayed.

Everyone looked at the thresher with shock.

This is the fact, you can't refuse to accept it.

"This machine just consumes oil too quickly."

Yang Shitou said on the side, and the people around him nodded again.

Their farm has a quota of diesel, and every time the farming season is busy, the government will specially approve some fuel.

But in the past half day, the fuel has been used up much faster than before.

"Let's use it. Let's finish it earlier so that we can plant corn earlier."

"Yes, yes, planting now is half a month earlier than usual. This year, we can plant more land and harvest more."

When everyone talked about the work in the field, they became excited again.

The more you plant, the more you harvest.

In the past, many things would be missed due to the season.

"By the way, I heard you say there is a machine for threshing corn?"

Speaking of planting corn, Grandpa Yang asked on the side, and everyone's attention was attracted again.

"Yes, but the factory is busy making threshers now, and this kind of machine has not started to be made yet."

"It is expected to start around August, and by then we can catch up with the harvest of autumn corn."

When everyone heard Yang Xiaotao say this, they immediately became happy.

Harvesting corn every year is a hard job, and peeling corn is even more tiring.

The machinery factory had previously made a hand-cranked thresher, which is much better than pure manual work.

But now that they have seen the benefits of threshers, everyone has more expectations for corn threshers.

After packing up the thresher, Yang Xiaotao explained to Yang Shitou and others how to maintain it and how to deal with the problem of the machine jamming, and then went home.

As for the thresher, it will stay in Yangjiazhuang, and will go to Gaojiazhuang to help tomorrow, and it will also be used by the surrounding villages in the future.

This can also be regarded as the welfare that Yang Xiaotao has fought for in the village.

As for the follow-up matters, it is not Yang Xiaotao's business.

The night began to fall, and the stars above the head also emerged.

People who have been busy all day began to go home and enjoy the relaxation after work.

When he got home, Ran Qiuye was preparing dinner.

In the yard, Miao Miao led her younger brothers and sisters to play eagle and catch chickens. No matter how the Dragon Boat Festival ran, Miao Miao would protect her two sisters behind her.

Quite like an old hen.

The Wangcai family sat at the door. The sultry heat of the evening made them have no desire to move. They all stuck out their tongues. When they saw Yang Xiaotao, they just lowered their heads and whined twice.

After washing his face in the yard, Yang Xiaotao walked into the house. Ran Qiuye had already put the food on the table.

"I heard that I could finish the work in one day? All the aunts and uncles in the village praise me for how awesome I am."

Ran Qiuye placed his chopsticks, and Yang Xiaotao sat aside, "Well, there aren't many people in the village to begin with, and the speed is much slower than the past few days."

"That's very fast. It was not easy to thresh wheat before."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, and then asked, "Where is the master?"

"My grandpa has gone to school. The old principal has been coughing recently and is taking care of himself at home. My grandpa lives in the school."

"Well, I'll go bring him food later."

Yang Xiaotao shouted twice outside, and the four children ran into the house.

"By the way, where's Sister Cuiping? Isn't she coming?"

Ran Qiuye sat aside, "I went back in the afternoon, saying that Lao Yu was back."

"Lao Yu is back, will he still tell her?"

"I don't know. The call was made to the village. Sister Cuiping went back after receiving it."

Yang Xiaotao frowned slightly, Lao Yu's job was no small matter.

Forty-Nine City, Sixth Hospital.

In the corridor, under the dim light, the doctors and nurses looked hurriedly.

After switching to plum blossom disinfectant, the smell of ammonia no longer existed, which greatly changed the perception of people coming to the hospital.

Of course, it’s better not to come this year.

No one wants to get sick.

However, there is never a shortage of patients in the hospital.

In the ward, Cuiping looked at Yu Zecheng who was leaning on the bedside, his eyes were red, and he almost spilled the chicken soup in his hand.

At this moment, Yu Zecheng's face was sallow and he looked like he had lost too much blood.

On his right shoulder, there was a large bandage, and there were faint traces of blood.

Cuiping held the bowl and fed the chicken soup to his mouth bit by bit.

Feeling his wife's unprecedented tenderness, Yu Zecheng felt uneasy.

"It's okay, isn't this good?"

"Other than a little anemia and a scar, there's nothing wrong with it."

"We'll be able to go down in a few days."

Yu Zecheng comforted Cuiping, but his voice was not as energetic as before, but rather tired.

"What are you doing down here? Can you cook or work?"

Yu Zecheng's tone was stagnant, and he smiled with squinted eyes, "I can come down for a walk. I'll hang out with you then."

"Let's go, go wherever you want, stay at home with peace of mind, and come out when it's settled."

"Stay with me, I want you to accompany me, do you have time to accompany me?"

Cuiping put the spoon accurately into Yu Ze's mouth, blocked the next words, and then muttered, "Last time, I said I wanted to find a sister for Shitou. Think about it for yourself, how long have you been saying this?"

"Duanwu now has two sisters. If we don't hurry up, we might get another sister."

Cuiping put the spoon in the bowl and it made a clanking sound. Now Yu Zecheng was even more speechless.

I just feel some pain in my back when I'm lying down, but it's definitely not waist pain.

Having children, both of them are in their forties, is a bit reluctant.

Especially for a woman of this age, giving birth is so dangerous.

Yu Zecheng wanted to persuade her to give up this idea.

But thinking about his wife's appearance as a wolf and a tiger, someone like him, who has been through the dragon's pit and the tiger's den, is a little unable to resist.

Besides, Yang Xiaotao, he still doesn’t understand how abnormal that guy’s body is?

Even if you are looking for someone to compare with, you have to find someone reliable.

Compared with this pervert, he is going to live.

Yu Zecheng felt that it was necessary for the veteran to change the formula of the medicinal wine, and at least mention its efficacy.

Let him hold on for a little longer.

"When did it happen?"

Cuiping also knew that it was a bit off topic at this time, so he asked.

"This, about half a month ago."

"Then you're lying in the hospital? You're only willing to let me know today, right?"

There was some resentment as he spoke.

"Yu Zecheng, you are becoming more and more capable."

Cuiping spoke calmly, but there was sadness, fear and fear in his words.

"Well, I was injured at the time and I didn't even know where I was."

Yu Zecheng lowered his head and said.

For people like them, who have been walking on the edge of danger all year round, injuries are commonplace, and they may even wonder if one day, he will die suddenly.

If so, what will happen to his family?

Will Cuiping be sad?

After so many years as husband and wife, they have gone through ups and downs, but I haven't grown old with her yet.

And Xiao Shitou, I haven’t seen him grow up, get married and have children.

And those brothers, comrades, friends

He will wonder, what will he think about when he really leaves?

Just like this time, the bullet that suddenly came out in the dark, if Xiao Liu hadn't pushed him, would have hit his heart instead of his shoulder.

Only after this happened did he realize that when that moment came, in addition to pain, it still hurt.

It hurts so much that I don’t think about anything.

It hurts so much that you either die or you don’t know anything.

And when all this passes, I lie in bed and open my eyes, look at the sun, turn my head, and look at the sheets.

Only then did he realize that it was good to be alive.

"Later, I woke up in the hospital. I thought, I have to get better before I can scare you. Otherwise, what should I do if I can't scare you?"

"I'm back as soon as I feel better."

Yu Zecheng continued to speak. Cuiping turned back and snorted coldly, lowered her head and wiped her eyes.

After a long time, Cuiping calmed down. She knew that if she persuaded him to give up this job, perhaps for the sake of her family, Yu Zecheng would most likely agree.

But she knew her man. For him, this was not just a job, but a career and a belief.

"It's better not to tell me anything. Just die and be done with it. I'll take the stone and remarry, so I don't have to worry about it."

Yu Zecheng felt relieved after hearing this. Sure enough, this was the familiar taste.

Sharp tongue but soft heart.

And he was the loach that got into the tofu, provoking this soft heart.

"Wait two days, and go back after you are discharged from the hospital. The smell of this hospital is too strong. The air smells like disinfectant. It's uncomfortable to smell it."

"Okay, I don't want to lie here anymore."