Zhenhua also sighed: "Yes, my father said that my family's bluestone stone stone has been passed into my hands, and it is already the eighth generation." It makes me feel sad when I think about it, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, used this stone to play the field, and I still use this stone to play the field......"

Qi Lei laughed: "Come on, come on, strive to pass on your family's stone stone to eight generations later!"

Zhenhua smiled bitterly: "I want to buy a walk-behind tractor, but my father has never agreed." ”

Qi Lei nodded: "When I have money next year, buy one and give it to you!"

"Less, more than 5,000 yuan, I can't ask for it if you give it to me. Eat, eat, eat, pile up the rice, and clean it!" Zhenhua shook his head.

Qi Lei sighed, drank the wine in the glass, and ate with a bowl.

The rice on the threshing floor has to be piled up and cleared by the natural wind, which is another hard work.

Lan Yuzhi took a bite of dinner and was already stacking rice with farm tools. Qi Gui was also tired enough, his steps were heavy, and he yawned all day long, but he insisted on working.

Zhenhua and Qi Lei had dinner and piled up the rice in one go.

Fluttershy also buss her son on the threshing floor with a broom while she is sleeping.

However, when the rice was piled up, it could not be raised because there was no wind.

Qi Lei looked at the time, it was almost half past ten, and said to Zhenhua: "You go back to sleep, Zhenhua, there is no wind tonight, and you can't raise the field." ”

"Don't worry, smoke a cigarette and wait and see. Can't wait for the fortune, can't you wait for the wind?" Zhenhua sat down and threw a cigarette to Qi Lei.

Qi Lei also sat down and smoked and chatted with Zhenhua.

After smoking a cigarette, there is really an east wind blowing.

Zhenhua got up and tried it with a wooden shovel, and found that he could barely raise the field, so he said to Qi Lei: "Let's work, hold on for another hour, and you can almost clean these rice!"

Qi Lei nodded, and Zhenhua took a wooden shovel and began to raise the field.

Raising the field is a technical job, using a wooden shovel to throw the rice into the sky, and with the help of the wind to blow away the dust, broken grass and rice mangs, to obtain clean rice.

It will raise a line, not a large area.

The master raised the field, and the rice that fell was a line, and the grain pile showed a jujube kernel shape.

Qi Lei is obviously not a master, he only knows how to throw upwards hard. Zhenhua is better than Revival, but it's not old-fashioned.

The two of them were in a mess, very unclean, and every now and then they had to stop and gently sweep away the broken grass from the grain pile with a broom.

The night breeze is also intermittent, and there is no burst of time.

These more than 3,000 catties of rice, Zhenhua and Qi Lei tossed until half past one in the night, and finally finished raising.

Qi Lei sat on the ground, pinched his sore arm, and sighed: "It's finally over, thank you Zhenhua, you go back to rest quickly." I'm glad you're here to help me, or I'll have to toss until noon tomorrow to clean up the threshing floor. ”

"Then I won't delay you and Fluttershy from sleeping, hehe, take it easy, don't wake me up my godson!" Zhenhua nodded and turned to go home.

"I'm still sleeping a fart, I can't go to bed, I'm tired, I don't have a heart!" Qi Lei knew what Zhenhua meant, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Seeing Zhenhua walking away, Qi Lei went back to the house to fetch water and take a bath.

After taking a bath, Qi Lei got into bed, kissed his sleeping wife and children on the faces, and then turned off the lights and rested.

Early the next morning, Zhenhua went to school, but Qi Lei stayed at home to help his mother and Lan Yuzhi harvest rice.

Qi Lei stayed at home for three days, cooperated with his mother, harvested three acres of rice, picked it back and cleaned it up, got up early and greedy for darkness, and was really tired like a dog. Moreover, Zhenhua came to help Qi Lei every afternoon after school.

On August 13, Qi Lei said goodbye to Zhenhua and went to the construction site again to replace Chen Daogang and come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Almost all the workers had to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and only Qi Lei stayed on the construction site.

Of course, there are also a few blind streams from all over the world, Huo Daxia and Chen Dashi and others, who also accompanied Qi Lei on the construction site.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the construction site continued to start.

In the middle of the afternoon, Qi Lei gave these blind exiles a holiday, and said: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, I invite everyone to drink and admire the moon in the evening." I know everyone is homesick, and in a few days, the project here will be over, and I will pay you your salary, so go home!"

Chen Dashi lit a cigarette, raised his eyes to look in all directions, shook his head and said: "Go home? My hometown can't survive, there is no soul in the city, where can I go back? Where do we come from? Where is our final destination?"

Qi Lei thought for a while and said with a smile: "The great poet's question is too profound to think about it, once you think about it, everyone will become a psychopath!

Chen Dashi glared at Qi Lei: "You are a psychotic, a soulless walking corpse, and you will only make money all day long......"

"If it weren't for me, the walking corpse, to take you in, you would have starved to death on the streets, and the loss of you, a great poet, in the Chinese literary world, would be a huge loss!" Qi Lei scolded and took Huo Daxia to buy braised vegetables.

Chen Dashi shook his head, sat down, and continued to conceive his new poems, looking for his soul.

In the poet's world, perhaps everyone is the walking dead, including the poet himself. It's just that the poet knows how to find his soul and is not dead, while a person like Qi Lei is already dead in the eyes of the poet and has completely forgotten what the soul is.

Qi Lei bought some braised vegetables, bought two baskets of beer, and celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival with the blind flow workers in the shed.

With wine and meat, everyone is naturally happy and toasts to each other. Although they come from all over the world, they are all brothers at this moment.

When the wine was hot, the poet Chen Da was full of poetry and made a poem for everyone on the spot.

Another brother is from the Loess Plateau, that is, the scene is in love, leading to singing, and singing a Xintianyou to everyone: "In the previous life, the father beat and scolded the mother, in this life, he was a bad mason, and he couldn't bake the fire in winter, and he couldn't take advantage of the cool in summer......"

Qi Lei applauded and laughed, and shouted: "Brother, you will be called Xintianyou in the future!"

There are several other brothers, all of whom are forced by Qi Lei to perform the show.

There is a brother who is Jinzhong, and he dedicated a folk song: "I don't want to leave you with a solid heart, I don't want to leave you for a thousand miles, don't blame my brother for throwing you down, and being poor forced to ...... this field"

Qi Lei understood the lyrics, and suddenly thought of his mother and Zhuang Xiaodie, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart and red in his eyes.

When the Mid-Autumn Festival party at the construction site was lively, the roar of motorcycles came from outside.

Qi Lei listened to it and knew that it was Wang Yaoyan who came.

Sure enough, Wang Yaoyan honked his horn outside the gate of the construction site and shouted: "Qi Lei, is Qi Lei there?"