After driving for four hours, I finally entered Rongcheng.

Last week's typhoon Banyan City was more devastating, and you can still see broken tree branches on the streets and yellow muddy water on the ground.

Many people are working hard to repair their houses, and the typhoon season lasts from June to October every year, and if the houses are not repaired now, many houses will collapse completely in the next typhoon.

Li Jianguo chatted and smoked with Cheng Aiguo all the way, but he actually had some plans in his heart, so he directly asked Cheng Aiguo to go to the village first, in order to find the big yellow croaker that his son said first.

He came out of Shencheng, how could he not know how valuable the big yellow croaker is, it can be said that as long as there is a big yellow croaker in troubled times, life can be improved immediately.

"Patriotic, you will drive there in a while, wait for me first, and I will go into the village with Yiming to deliver something and come out. ”

Li Jianguo doesn't tell a lie in front of his son, but it doesn't mean that he won't say it, and it is difficult for a purchaser to become a good person in a few years.

He was going to ask Cheng Aiguo to wait for him, and then he took his son to ride to find it, and then take the thing back, hoping that there was really that thing.

Because that is not only a proof, but also the "first pot of gold" for his son's career in the future.

"Relatives?"

"No, someone else sent a letter. Li Jianguo replied casually.

Cheng Aiguo nodded, this is too normal in these years, going up the mountain to the countryside and returning to the city, plus the war, as well as the current transportation and communication conditions, sometimes it is just by shouting at the top of the voice, relying on acquaintances.

Li Jianguo thought that a big yellow croaker seemed to be a finger, it was really not big, and it could fit in Yiming's schoolbag.

His artificial leather bag, in addition to the manuscript that Li Yiming wanted to send, also contained a letter of introduction, a work card for the household registration book, well, food stamps and money, towels and a change of clothes.

Seeing that he was almost at the place, Li Jianguo looked outside and paid attention to the river that his son said.

The temple is by the river, the temple is by the river, it is a broken temple, it is broken, it is right, there can be no temple that is new in this year.

He was a little worried that the Buddha statue had already been destroyed, but if it was from the countryside, it might not be, and the villagers would never take the initiative to smash this kind of Shinto thing if it wasn't for the government's request.

The son said that it was a hole in the bottom of the Buddha statue, and the inside was wrapped in cloth......

Li Jianguo thought to himself, if he could hide such things, he must be a big landlord, and he either died or ran away.

"Dad!" Li Yiming shouted, he saw a dilapidated temple, more than two miles away, as if there was a big tree on the side, and quickly called his father.

Li Jianguo also noticed it, but the car was still driving, and he couldn't let Cheng Aiguo stop now, that would be too weird.

After driving for a while, Li Jianguo saw that the road was no longer good, so he asked Cheng Aiguo to stop the car: "Aiguo, I took the child to look for someone, you are waiting for me here." By the way, you have to be careful with what's in the car. ”

Cheng Aiguo nodded, it's been a mess these days, although the things put in the back of the car are not worth a lot of money, but some people don't care so much, just get you home, everything.

The car stopped, Li Jianguo took off the bicycle and took Li Yiming forward.

The dirt road in the countryside was soaked by the rain during this time, and then the sun was shining, and it was almost impossible to ride, but Li Jianguo was tall and strong, and he took his son to ride out of the mud.

"It's a lot like that temple. Li Yiming sat in the back seat and said.

"Not far. I don't know if there's anyone on the side. ”

"Go first!"

"There is no one nearby, they are drying the grain!" Li Yiming looked at it from a distance, and there was some gold mixed in the mud in the field, which was the dried rice stalks.

Under the sun, the farmers are pulling the rice they harvested some time ago to the concrete floor of the village to spread out and dry, and some people are threshing the grain.

"Alas..."Li Jianguo looked at the past from afar, and sighed with emotion, "I don't know if this rice is long!"

Li Yiming has seen people threshing grain, and he was also organized by the school to work in the fields, planting rice in spring, harvesting rice in autumn, and preparing for the autumn harvest every August, which should actually be called summer harvest.

Because it is a hilly area, and because it is an age, the ripe rice must be harvested by people within a few days.

If the weather is not ideal during this time, it is likely to affect the fullness of the rice, or cause mildew, and the harvest of the year will be seriously reduced.

Li Yiming still remembers that day, everyone was wearing straw hats and long clothes and trousers, the weather was hot, and before they could really start working, everyone was already sweating.

The teacher led the whole grade to a rice field to be harvested.

The water in the field had been drained, leaving only a golden patch of rice full of millet standing in the field.

At the edge of the field, there are threshing buckets and threshing machines, as well as large bamboo baskets and flat poles for holding millet.

The tools used to prepare the field are the moon chain knife for cutting rice, the sharper the better, not only the cutting is fast, the cut rice is also neat, and the speed will be accelerated when threshing the grain.

Everyone first recited aloud under the leadership of the teacher, "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work!"

After the slogan, there was warm applause and applause from the villagers, and Li Yiming still vaguely remembered the tanned skin and simple smiling faces of those people.

A few farmer uncles gave demonstrations first, and they were a little nervous about teaching the children, but the farm work was done.

In China, where there is a lack of machinery, most of the work is done by manpower. Simple movements, in exchange for a sore back.

When cutting the grain, one must first bend down deeply, grasp a large handful of millet with his left hand above the bottom root, and cut it vigorously with his right hand with a sickle, and then put it neatly and regularly.

The scorching sunlight shone directly on the person's body, and beads of sweat the size of beans poured out from every pore, sweating like rain.

Handful after handful, pile after pile, repeatedly moving forward, the densely dried rice fields were empty.

The sunburned rice leaves around me waved inadvertently, they had small jagged edges, no matter how careful they were, they couldn't prevent these countless flamboyant rice leaves, and their long clothes and trousers couldn't stop the result of being cut.

The weather was so hot that before I went down to the field, my clothes were all soaked, and the sweat was like a hot spring, and the heat kept pouring out, and the sweat flowed on the wound of the rice leaf cut, sending out a piercing pain, and the skin was sunburned red, and the body was so hot that it was like being wrapped in a steamer.

But the heavy ears of rice are in front of you, and the joy of the harvest also dilutes the pain and discomfort, and occasionally the wind blows, and you secretly straighten up, letting the wind blow the sweat on your body, which is also a unique taste.

From time to time, students will exclaim that they will find a frog hiding in the mud, or a grasshopper jumping and flying.

After laughter and sweat, there is a field of shallow rice stubble.

When the rice is almost cut, they begin to threshh the harvested ears into the bucket, and send a handful of large earfuls of rice to the threshing machine,......

The trumpet shouted, and the threshing machine spun with a bang, and the grain on the ears of rice was knocked down.

At this time, the sweat has already soaked the whole body, and the clothes can definitely wring out a lot of sweat, but looking at the full grain in the bucket, it seems that the sweat is also very happy.

The millet is almost loaded in the bucket and can be out of the bucket, that is, a big pick full of large grain baskets, at least about 200 catties, and they are picked to dry on the grain field.

In fact, this is the heaviest farm work in the process of threshing, the old farmers staggered forward with such a heavy burden, and the students who studied agriculture picked a basket for the two of them, and their shoulders still hurt.

At this time, you will feel that the field is so far away from the barnyard.

When they complained, the old peasants would smile good-naturedly and say that their shoulders were too tender to take care of them.

And the students who hear this often shout slogans again unconvinced, drum up their energy, and even trot, but often run a few meters and get more tired.

Li Yiming couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.