Chapter 5: Four Seasons Flying Song (4) (3)

On this day, the most hectic thing is Zhenfu. He carried the three-pole scales to the front of the brigade and lined them up.

A few young and strong young men were assigned to help, weighing, reading, bookkeeping, and framing, making them sweat profusely, and even had no time to and pee.

Unable to hold it back, he left behind the crowd that came like locusts and ran to the school toilet to. Before I was halfway through, I heard someone arguing and scolding in front of the team, and I heard the voice of the sour jujube mother-in-law and the four-happy daughter-in-law osmanthus.

He closed his eyes and pulled the remaining half of the with all his might. The more anxious you are, the more you can't solve it.

Zhenfu reluctantly put on his pants and walked out of the school door with the other half, and saw the two of them poking each other's fingers in the face, arguing so red-faced.

The two of them quarreled over the scales. Sixi has not come back since he ran away from home.

At home, only osmanthus led the waiting, pan'er and stop the sisters to pick apricots, and the manpower was weak, and the osmanthus was naturally anxious.

She carried some of the apricots she had picked first, and hurriedly put the cloth bag on her shoulder on the scale.

Don't you know that the sour jujube lady came one step earlier than her, and she has to weigh her share first. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the osmanthus had been occupied by the osmanthus on the scale, and he was immediately very dissatisfied.

She pointed out that Sang scolded Huai and counted the land, and she had to take down the bag on the scale. Of course, Osmanthus didn't do it, thinking that she was bullying her man and not being at home, and she deliberately couldn't get along with her.

The two of them argued regardless of their faces, and even had the intention of doing something. The sour jujube lady shouted in a high voice, you are in a hurry, the car that pulled the apricots overturned, and first deducted your apricot fruit into the ditch, so that you can't get a penny.

The people watching the excitement next to him were immediately annoyed, Qi said, why don't you say a good word, the car that pulls the apricot hasn't come yet, you curse first, bad luck, phew, phew.

The sour jujube woman also noticed that she was in a hurry for a while, and when she said that she was gone, she stopped her mouth boringly. Zhenfu hurriedly ran over and said that what to fight for, isn't it just a matter of a moment.

He also instructed the people who helped next to him that in the future, if the scales are passed, the people who come to hand over the apricots will all have to line up, and the people who intervene in the blanks will not be weighed, and they will not see the scene.

His words had an immediate effect, the scene of the apricot exchange was no longer chaotic, and people were no longer fighting and arguing. Later, the xylophone came to inspect, and Zhenfu told the two about the quarrel.

Xylophone only smiled silently, thinking in his heart, this arrangement was not meticulous and thoughtful, I thought that everything was arranged, and when I was about to fight, there were always some unexpected forks in the scene.

Just by relying on oneself, even if it is a piece of iron, it can grind a few nails. Fortunately, Maolin Zhenfu recruited some trivial things for him.

In the future, we really have to unite them, so as not to dance one-legged dance by themselves. The words spoken by the crow mouth of the sour jujube woman really came true.

In the evening of the same day, under the almost frantic picking of old and young, the fruit of the whole village was basically finished. Except for those reserved for relatives and friends, all of them were loaded on the tractor.

The yellow, orange, and orange shiny fruits were piled up all over the cart box, and the top was tightly covered with grass, for fear of falling down the bumps on the way.

The tractor drivers were frightened one by one, saying that the road out of the mountain was too narrow, and there were many bends, and if there was a mistake or something, we would not be responsible.

The tractor drivers were entertained for dinner, led by a xylophone, and Maolin, Zhenfu and a group of selected sturdy men climbed into the car.

Under the eager expectant gaze of the whole village, a long stretch of tractors rumbled out of the village.